AN: Hey, it's Primordial Soul with the sixth chapter of The Lord of Revenge!
Merry Late Christmas! I wanted to have this out yesterday, but I got swarmed with stuff so I was unable to write. So, here is the chapter!
The next few chapters don't have much action, but they have a lot of character and plot development. Slightly boring to write as I want to get to events later in my outline, but I need to write this. However, I did like writing this chapter especially the Mandalore scene.
Important
Contest is still up! How does Revan get the girl? First three to answer correctly will get a one shot written by me about anything within reason.
This is a hint chapter, but I'm not going to go up and say it. I've hidden the hint in this chapter somewhere. You readers have to find the hint and then use it to help with the contest. It can be anywhere; either AN, the review responses, or even the story itself.
I will probably write another chapter of this that should be up by either this weekend or the beginning of next week.
Crossover Review Responses-
J.E.P 1996: Regarding Kamino, read this chapter. I can't say anything about Canderous and Satine right now. XD
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Lord Jace: Who knows? Maybe he did; I mean, they did have some time before they separated. We will never know.
JerzyJablonski: Oops, my bad. I guess I wanted to rush the integration of the two! [looks around sheepishly] Let's just say the bacta patches were an early prototype during Revan's era that made the cut to be supplied on his flagship.
Kyr'am Galaar: Yep, my bad. That has been fixed.
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In route to Star Forge
Still in hyperspace, a subtle shifting of the ship awoke Revan from his meditations. He came to awareness slowly, his mind still calculating the ways to obtain his newest recruits. He got off the medical bed and stood up. Once he was upright he stretched, his movements removing all the kinks and cramps his muscles had received from meditating for too long. Satisfied that his body had fully recovered from the Temple incident, Revan moved towards the cockpit where HK-47 was still sitting and keeping an optic on the ship's status.
"Ar we almost there, HK?" Revan asked as he sat down next to the rust colored droid.
"Affirmation: Yes, Master. We are approximately five minutes away from the Star Forge,"
Revan nodded, glad that they were so close. Once he had spent some time resting and stabilizing his infant Empire, he would start his hunt for allies to help his Empire grow.
"Query: Master... do we still have a chance?"
Revan blinked and turned to the droid, surprised by the question. "I'm sorry?"
HK turned his blood red optics on Revan and asked again, "Query: Despite losing almost everything, do we still have a chance to transform the galaxy into what you imagined?"
Revan stared at HK, shocked at the philosophical question he had just received, "I'd never have pegged you for a philosopher, HK. Are you getting soft?"
HK shook his head and replied, "Negation: Of course not, Master. I am still very much qualified at and still very much enjoy the desecration and eventual termination of fleshy meatbags, Master"
Revan cocked his head to the side, curious at what the droid meant. "Then tell me, what caused you to ask this question?"
HK ducked his head, acting like he was almost... embarrassed. "Hesitant Response: I believe it was the result of a... remainder of the horrid virus you implanted in me as a joke, Master."
Underneath his mask, Revan smiled widely, remembering that incident. When the Battle of the Forge was over, Revan had held a massive party to celebrate his return. During that party, he had admittedly gotten drunk and somehow – in a fit of drunken stupor that even Revan didn't believe was possible until he'd seen the footage later – added a pacifist protocol package to HK's firmware. Right after he had finished the installation of the package, he had passed out, leaving HK to be a pacifistic, moral, peace-loving machine until Revan woke up the following morning. Once he did wake up, he left HK with it installed awhile longer because he found it so damn funny. Once he'd finally removed it, HK had begged him to never do anything like that again, though he had confessed that for a brief moment, he could almost understand why some organic meatbags preferred peace over a high-powered blaster carbine.
"Well, I'm glad my work leaves a legacy." Revan said brightly. His face then contoured into something more serious and grim, "To answer your question, HK, I don't know. We've lost a lot when we went forward in time. We no longer have the fear, the population, the resources, or the connections we used to have. Our enemy is immense and technology has progressed in some areas. To be frank, it's going to take a lot of work simply to establish an effective power base. However, I think we do have a chance. After all, we're here now and not dead or lost in other space, and most importantly, we still have the Star Forge. I take all that as a sign that the Force favors us."
"Affirmation: Of course, Master. As long as we are able to kill meatbags, I will be behind you every step of the way." HK's optics flickered. "Hyperspace exit imminent. Brace for reentry."
True to the droid's word, not a second later did the shuttle reenter real space and reveal the Star Forge in all of its glory. Revan's breath hitched involuntary for a brief moment. Despite his experiences and the multiple times he had seen the Rakatan space station, it was still very inspiring.
It hung above the systems sole star, drawing tendrils of solar energy from its surface to power the factory. Its unblemished silver plating shined in the solar light and only the few lights dotting its surface revealed its currently inactive status. It could create a fleet within weeks. It represented the power Revan had, the means by which he would be able to change the galaxy. Even after four thousand years, the awe and the symbolism it possessed consoled Revan in his decision to incorporate it into the Imperial Seal.
"Reclaimer Actual, this is Avenger Aactual. Successful run confirmed. Avenger Prime was WIA during the mission and requests a medical team to look over his injuries."
"Copy that, Avenger Actual. A medical team will meet you in hanger one." Dominic said over the communications channel. "We're glad you're back, my lord. Darth Shan and I will meet you when you arrive."
The channel cut off, leaving the two alone. Revan leaned back, satisfied in the care Dominic has given to the Empire in his absence.
"Dominic really has done well in my absence. His leadership skills are to be commended. He has progressed a lot since the beginning of his career" Revan mused softly to himself. His mind drifted off, thinking about past events and future realities as they docked with the gargantuan space station.
The Star Forge
Admiral Eldric Dominic stood at attention as Lord Revan's shuttle docked itself inside the hanger. He was dressed in the nicest clothes he had and was trying to ignore the yapping of the woman next to him.
"You realize, Admiral, that I am perfectly capable in taking charge of this Empire while Lord Revan is away. I am his apprentice... and that means I am second in command."
"Actually, ma'am, if you bothered to read the updated rules of succession, you'd realize that is no longer the case." Dominic dryly said. His mouth quivered into forming a smirk when Bastila glowered at him, angered at his impudence. "Once Revan regained power, he updated them to prevent a situation similar to the late Darth Malak's treachery and seizing of power. Lord Revan made it so the Admiral of the fleet Revan was occupying at either the time of his demise or the time of temporary command receives control of the Empire. If the Imperial Admirals as a whole disagree with the candidate, they can boot him from power and install the Admiral of the Fleet as Commander in Chief. If he is booted, then the Director of Intelligence ascends to the throne. Finally, if he gets booted, the Dark Lord's apprentice receives the throne, at which point cannot be contested. Seems logical to me to prevent any power hungry apprentices from taking power that isn't theirs, don't you think?" Dominic asked, inwardly proud at his perfectly legal way of snubbing Darth Shan, as she would be charged with treason if she attacked Dominic as he hadn't given command back to Lord Revan yet.
Truth to be told, Dominic did not like Darth Shan. She was violent and unpredictable, and despite her battle meditation, she was bossy and did not have a good understanding of tactics or politics. She had never served in a military position or another position of authority. She was also barely more powerful than the Sith instructors on board, and was not even close to matching Revan's power on her own. She was also illogical in her reasoning and let her personal grievances get in the way of her better judgement. Chief of which was her attraction to Revan.
The Empire's scuttlebutt, before they went forward in time, had quickly confirmed the rumors of Bastila's immense obsession with their leader. The military had completely sided with their leader, both from loyalty and from confusion at her actions. Revan was the one that made everything around them possible. He was winning and making all their dreams a reality. They would not let some... woman to come and ruin everything the Empire and Revan had worked for. Also, couldn't she see that her attraction was a bad thing for Revan to indulge in? Didn't she know about the terrible image it would create as well as the distraction it would cause their Lord? Revan had to be above worldly concerns and petty issues; he had to be able to make the hard calls and not be dragged down by personal feelings and morality.
Dominic emerged from his thoughts when the shuttle's ramp descended, revealing Lord Revan and his personal assassin droid. Revan was wearing his mask, but he was not wearing his armor. This in turn revealed his broad physique and great physical condition emphasized by the form fitting jump suit he was wearing.
As he walked down the ramp and approached them, Dominic noticed Bastila licking her lips, hunger and lust raw in her eyes. He sighed softly and shook his head in dismay. Pathetic.
"My lord, welcome back to the Star Forge. We've secured the station and the Rakatan temple on the surface of Lehon. Everyone has settled in and the Star Forge is ready to be activated on your command. Briefings will be located in your room, my lord. I stand relieved of command and relinquish control of the Empire back to you." Dominic quickly stated, putting his hands behind his back.
Revan nodded, pleased at the stellar and professional job Dominic had done while in his absence. "Well done, Admiral. I shall see that you are rewarded for your success. Is the medical team here? I want my wounds checked out before I retire for the night."
Dominic motioned behind him, revealing the doctors and nurses behind him. "They're right here, sir. Do you want some privacy, my lord?"
Revan nodded, appreciative that he asked yes. "Yes, you and Bastila are dismissed. You are off duty until 0800 tomorrow, clear?"
Dominic's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Yes, my lord." With his lord's dismissal, the two turned and left Revan to the mercy of a now angered medical crew. Revan should know better than to do something stupid that gets you hurt. Oh well, it was his funeral.
Mandalore
"No, no, no, I want a general labor call instituted now! We need a greater supply to help build the infrastructure we need for economic expansion of domestic corporations, and the unemployed are a perfect place to get labor from!"
"But, Mandalore, doing that would require..."
"I don't care what it would require! I know exactly what entails and I know it's within your power to see to it that it happens! Now get moving!" With a frightened squeak, the coordinator of labor bolted to do what Mandalore the Preserver had requested, finally granting him a small respite from the nagging of governmental officials asking about every tiny little detail of his plans. He sighed in exhaustion as he leaned back in his chair.
He had barely walked away from the podium when every single government head, director, or politician ambushed him and grilled him for all sorts of information. What economic plan would be proceed with while he was in power? What would be the foreign policy Mandalore would take with his neighbors? How would he deal with the growing Death Watch, also known in Mando'a as the Kyr'tsad, a known terrorist group?
Mandalore growled as he recalled the Mandalorian supremacist group that had risen in recent years. Around twenty years ago, an ideological split occurred within the Mandalorian culture. One group, led by interim Mandalore Jaster Mereel, believed that Mandalorians were basically highly paid mercenaries and should conduct themselves as such. Another group, the majority, was the people who believed in the pacifistic ideals of Duchess Satine and the Republic. The third, created by Tor Vizsla, wished to return to the old ways of rampaging across the stars, accumulating clan territory, and the savage warrior mentality of the past.
Mandalore completely agreed with the Death Watch's motives. Having lived during the time they aspired to return to, Mandalore did wish to return to the great nation the Mandalorian clans had once prospered under, and be a force that even the ancient Jedi and Sith had feared to anger. He did wish to return to their roots as a warrior people. However, Mandalore did not like the Death Watch's overwhelmingly radical nature.
He understood that completely returning to the old ways was pointless. After some time, Mandalore could agree that the Mandalorians were too savage and had lost their honor during the Mandalorian Wars. They needed to conduct themselves better, fit their warrior code into the present day where the old ways themselves would guarantee that the Republic and the Jedi would crush them before they reached them. The Kyr'tsad however, would not tolerate moderation or even the slightest change to the old beliefs. Their activity had taped off, due to the fact that a Mandalore was now in power, and would hopefully return their people to the old ways. But Mandalore knew it was merely a matter of time before they started up terrorist operations again, and that he couldn't count on their loyalty as their fanaticism had caused them to abandon the Resol'nare, the Six Actions that made one a Mandalorian. If he played his cards right, perhaps he could get the leaders of Death Watch to come to him, and then neutralize them. For now though he had to focus on restoring his people.
As Mandalore recollected everything he had learned, Satine had entered the room, holding a stack of data pads and information for him to go over. While Satine understood that importance of getting information to him as soon as possible, the former duchess couldn't help but be miffed that she, former ruler of Mandalore and current Senator of Mandalore, was currently acting like a glorified secretary.
She approached the desk and set the data pads down. As Mandalore turned to look at her, she said, "I've got the data you requested, Mandalore. Reports about agricultural efficiency, water rights, economic data about Mandal Motors, and as much data as I could gather about the current political situation domestically and abroad."
Mandalore nodded, "Good." As he grabbed one of the data pads and began to read, he asked, "Tell me Satine. What you do if I did something you didn't like, something you found to be disgraceful, morally wrong, and against your very beliefs? What would you do?"
Satine was taken aback by his question. He was supposed to be going over the data in front of him in order to run their people better, not ask questions about her loyalty! "Shouldn't you be focusing on what you're reading?"
Mandalore didn't take his eyes off the data pad when he replied, "I'm good at multi-tasking. Now, your answer."
Satine gulped, fearing that her answer may lead to her untimely demise somehow, and answered, "Well, I would tell the galaxy what..."
Mandalore laughed, stopping Satine's reply. "That's the biggest load of crap I've heard all day. How am I supposed to be scared by someone tattling on me?"
Satine narrowed her eyes and replied, "You asked me to answer your question and you don't take me seriously! Why-"
"After all this time ruling us, you still don't know Mandalorians very well. Words have no effect on us. They are as fickle as dust in the wind, as easily changed as fashions are. Actions, on the other hand, those we recognize. Actions define who we are, our loyalties and everything important to us. Your answer was not serious as it was only words. No actions, no commitment, nothing. Besides, why would I be afraid of you telling a government that is too bogged down by bureaucracy to do a damn thing about it? Even so, would they really believe you, a recently removed leader, or would they believe me: the recognized ruler of Mandalore and the current government? If this is to be a battle of words, I've won before it even began." Mandalore said. "What I want to know is what lengths you will go to stop me if I did something you despised. And don't lie, Satine. The friend I mentioned just before my coronation also taught me that if there's one thing you should never lie about, it's your threats. Because if you can't back up your threats, no one will ever take you seriously."
Satine's reply remained locked in her throat as she took in Mandalore's words. He was indeed correct that her plan was to basically tell the Republic of his future plans for war. He was also correct in that she probably had little chance of success. The Republic, despite its commitment to freedom and democracy, had too many concerns to be plagued by the words of a single woman against a government overwhelmingly supported by the general population. She couldn't answer.
Mandalore remained silent as he awaited Satine's reply. When none came, he said, "I thought so. Your beliefs and experiences have left you complacent, and reduced you to a mere voice without any teeth. I am what the Mandalorians need: A voice that puts his mouth where his actions are."
Mandalore set the data pad down, finished with whatever he was reading. "Let me ask you some questions. I don't expect you to answer them correctly."
Satine's eyes narrowed again as she put her hand on her hip, "Oh really? Tell me."
"Suppose that you and your best friend – who is the daughter of a conman, yet she has not spoken with her father for many years – are traveling, and encounter… complications. You two are both captured and separated. Your captors give you a choice. If you both remain silent, you both receive one year of prison. However, if you call your friend a traitor, she will receive five years while you receive none. Your friend is offered the same deal, but if you both accuse the other, you both will receive two years of prison. What would you do? What would you trust your friend to do?"
"That's unfair! You can't ask me that!" Satine cried.
"It's the prisoner's dilemma. Anyone worth their salt should understand this question. So, what do you do?"
Satine bit her lip, thinking the question over. As she thought, she couldn't bear to think about the thought that any friend of hers was untrustworthy. Being the governor of Mandalore for so long had left Satine with little time for personal indulgences, so anyone she befriended was someone who had earned her complete trust.
"I trust my friend. I would say nothing and neither would she." Satine said stubbornly.
Mandalore sighed and grabbed the next data pad of the table. "You're dismissed, Satine. Evidently, you aren't ready for more. Your beliefs and morals hold too much sway over your judgment. Any action you would take would be detrimental to the greater whole, and you would be dominated by those who do understand the true nature of things."
Satine was shocked. How could her answer have been wrong? She had trained for her position for years, played politics her entire life, dedicated herself to living by the founding goals and desires of the Republic. "I'm sorry?" She asked incredulously.
Mandalore motioned with his left hand towards the door. "I said you're dismissed. Go talk to information management and get the next set of data pads I require. Don't make me repeat myself."
Satine ducked her head in submission and walked away, her mind on their discussion. What was Mandalore trying to tell her? What was he trying to point out? Why did it feel like she was back in school?
Jedi Temple, Coruscant.
"Let it be known today that I, Mandalore the Preserver, do accept this title, this mantle, and this burden! Oya Mando'ad!"
The Jedi Council watched in dismay as the crowd of Mandalorians roared their unanimous approval towards the speaker. He was a large man, easily taller than any Jedi alive, and his appearance was only more intimidating from the immense and intricate Mandalorian armor he wore. It was silver in color with gold sigils inscribed on the shoulder and chest plates. The helmet was weathered and old, but its black visor was as brilliant as the day it had been created. His fist was in a traditional Mandalorian salute as he finished his vow to bring his people to glory. The vid flickered off, leaving the Council to muse over this unexpected development.
"This is most troublesome. Knight Skyfall, what is the status of Duchess Satine?" Mace Windu asked.
The holographic projection of Jedi Knight Bourne Skyfall responded, "Duchess Satine remains in a position of power as the current Senator of Mandalore. She is a viable option for getting more information about the new regime, as she remains loyal to the Republic."
"If that is true, then why would this Mandalore the Preserver grant her a position of power? I'm not liking this. She could be a tempting target that the new government wants us to contact in order to further whatever schemes they may have." Plo Koon replied.
"It could be an oversight on his behalf. Mandalorians are soldiers, not politicians." Eeth Koth scoffed.
"Then how do you think he managed to gain the loyalty of the entire population so quickly without any conflict or transition period? He must have some political or charismaticly savvy to do so." Adi Gallia pointed out.
"Either way, this new Mandalore is a concern and a possible threat to the galactic peace we are sworn to protect. We need a plan to..." Mace started to speak, however, a small, old voice interrupted him.
"Fear him, I do. Not to be trifled with, this Mandalore the Preserver is." Yoda sagely said, brining all attention onto the Grand Master of the Order.
"What do you mean, Master Yoda?" Bourne asked.
Yoda looked around the room, staring at each individual member of the Jedi Council. "Fear the Sith's involvement, I do. Mainly, the Master."
That drew gasps from across the room, shocked at the insinuation. "You think the Sith are responsible for fronting this new Mandalorian leader?" Oppo Rancisis said
"It does make some sense. The timing at least fits. First, sending his apprentice to Naboo to help the Trade Federation take control of the planet. Then, sending in a hired bounty hunter to steal data from our Temple. Then, to get a Mandalorian in charge of his race? It reeks of behind the scenes plotting." Mace Windu said, his mind going over what could be possible given the Sith's potential involvement.
"If that is true, it leaves us with few answers and a lot more questions. How do all of these events fit together? Where did the helm come from? And what are the Sith planning?" Plo Koon asked. No one had an answer.
"We will answer those questions when they come up. What matters right now is getting more of our observers there to monitor the situation and combat any difficulties that come up." Mace Windu said. He turned to the projection of Bourne and said, "You're dismissed. Remain vigilant and notify us of anything suspicious." The Knight nodded as the hologram vanished.
"Masters, the Chancellor is calling." A young Padawan answered from behind the door.
"Patch us through." Yoda asked. Seconds later, the holographic form of the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic flickered on.
POV change
As Sidious gazed upon the Jedi Council, he felt a brief burst of elation and smugness pass through him until he ruthlessly suppressed it. Those ignorant fools. Searching for someone across the galaxy when it was right in front of them this entire time. Sidious loved the feeling of constantly duping the Jedi Council. It livened up his day considerably. But not today.
Sidious was not happy about this new Mandalore's involvement and his deviations from the plan he had so carefully devised. Duchess Satine was supposed to remain in power and unknowingly limit the Mandalorian's growth, leaving them insignificant for the coming war. However, with a true Mandalore in command of an utterly loyal population, Sidious had his work cut out for him to check their progress before they became too much of a nuisance. So, in order to get some help, here he was asking his most hated enemies for their assistance.
"Master Jedi, it is an honor to see you once again." Sidious said while bowing, slipping into his likeable mask of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine.
"It is a pleasure to see you too, Chancellor. May we ask what the purpose of this call is?" Mace Windu asked.
Sidious morphed his face to appear like he was feeling overworked and dismayed. "I'm assuming you've heard the news about Mandalore's recent regime change?"
"Indeed, we were just discussing it now." Depa Bilabila said, her other-worldly stare gazing towards him.
Sidious quickly showed slight relief, "Good, at least you know what's going on. I'm worried that this... situation may quickly spin out of control and threaten the peace of the galaxy. It appears that I need your help." It was best to be the one asking for help as it gave the impression you cared about the other person's wellbeing and beliefs. This was one of the many lessons he had learned from his late master.
"We will do our best, Chancellor. What do you need?" Eeth Koth asked, curious and slightly proud that the Chancellor was asking the Jedi for their help.
Sidious showed slight embarrassment, which for the first time in this exchange was a true emotion. Sidious was embarrassed that he had to ask the Jedi for their help, no matter how small the need was. "Since Mandalore is still a member of the Republic, I plan on sending an overseeing force to Mandalore to observe the regime and make sure its actions are within the Republic's charter and laws. I would like some Jedi to go along with them in order to give the observation force more impact. Would you mind sparing some for the excursion to Mandalore?"
"Jedi to Mandalore, we will send. Help your force, they will." Yoda replied.
Sidious changed his face to show gratitude towards their agreement. "Once again, Master Jedi, you do the Republic proud. You have my most sincere thanks. Now, if you could excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.
Sidious exited the holographic communications and smiled smugly. The Jedi were so easy to manipulate. So centered in their misguided beliefs, so old fashioned in a modern world. They would be the first thing that would have to go when the New Order finally came into being. This was merely a hiccup in the middle of the road.
Still, Sidious thought, this Mandalore the Preserver was certainly impressive... Sidious had learned how to read people from a glance, but it was hard to read the new Mandalore, which warned Sidious that this Mandalorian should not be trifled with or underestimated in any way. He could prove to be an excellent ally for the future Separatists. For now though, Darth Sidious needed to know more about the Mandalorian leader in order to properly plan his assimilation… or his assassination.
Back at the Jedi Temple
"Do you think we should have told him about the possibility of Sith involvement?"
"No. The Chancellor would never believe in the dogma of the Jedi. He's a politician. He can't use other people's beliefs to explain or provide a possible puppet master. We will look into it, but for now, the Chancellor will remained uninformed. I don't quite trust him on this matter."
"You never trust a politician, Mace."
"With good reason, Tiin. With good reason"
Far Far Away
In the darkest depths of Wild Space, just south of the Rishi Maze, laid a planet recently erased from the Jedi Archives. Nicknamed the Planet of Storms, its surface was covered by water and was constantly exposed to torrential downpours. Its inhabitants, in response, created giant complexes that rested above the surface of the water and capable of resisting immense amounts of rain.
Inside these complexes, graceful, elegant beings developed and perfected a technology that, while expensive, was the best in its field. Inside these complexes lay the one thing that helped their race sustain themselves after the great flooding. Inside these complexes, lives were copied, created, and enhanced. Inside these complexes on the planet Kamino, cloning was at its best. And they had just started their bulk order for three million clones for what would eventually become the Grand Army of the Galactic Republic.
The buyer, believed to be Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas, wanted the best that Kamino could provide. And he gave the genetic template to do so: the DNA of a Mandalorian bounty hunter, Jango Fett.
He also wanted to give them the best training possible in order to fight the coming darkness. So, he had Fett pick a group of one hundred individuals that would train the clones. They became known as the Cuy'val Dar. They would train the best soldiers they would ever know. They just had to wait.
Inside Tipoca City, several of the Cuy'val Dar were discussing the future inside a bar created by the Kaminoans for their comfort. They laughed, drank, and talked together. One however, was silently thinking about his past and future.
The Mandalorian could remember what Jango said when they had first met on Kamino.
"You're the best in your field—the best soldiers, tacticians, sappers, communicators, survival experts. I picked you personally because I want you to train the best commandos in the galaxy. You'll have everything you need, whatever you want, except one thing—home. This is a top-secret project. You'll not tell anyone where you're going and you'll not leave Kamino, ever. As far as your friends and family are concerned, you're already dead."
He never did have much a life to go back to, the Mandalorian mused. His mercenary work, his failure with his wife and sons, their declaration of divorce; he was kind of glad for this chance. If he kept doing what he was doing before, he probably would have ended up in a back street alley with a blaster bolt to the head. Though he wished though it was with better company than the Kaminoans, whose arrogance and indifferent attitude towards 'reconditioning' was just sickening.
A thump to the back of his helmet shook Kal Skirata from his musing and he turned to see the rest of the Cuy'val Dar looking at him. Kal turned his head to see Rav Bralor standing behind him, her fist still raised from the hit she gave.
"Hey! Not participating in the Dha Werda Verda? The aruetii want to see how it's done." Rav told him.
Kal put his cup of shig down and got up from his seat, wincing as his ankle acted up again. "Sure, I've got nothing better to do."
Rav quickly grabbed him and pulled him into the circle. Kal noticed Mij Gilamar, Wad'e Tay'haai, Vhonte Tervho, and Walon Vau were a part of the chant as well. Kal, preparing for the ritualistic chant, took position next to Rav and Vhonte.
The chant was about to start when a strong voice called out, "Hold it for a second."
The Mandalorians turned to see Jango Fett walk towards them, a look of serious contemplation and conflict on his face. The Mandalorians tensed at the sight; something was not right.
"What is it? We're about to show these aruetii the Dha Werda? Is it important?" Rav Bralor asked, annoyed that her gathering had been interrupted even if it was Jango that was interrupting them.
Jango briefly smiled and replied, "Oh, it's important, alright. A new Mandalore has risen, and he has the helm. And he's calling us home."
Every Mandalorian froze, their minds rapidly analyzing the changes and consequences a new Mandalore would bring. If a new Mandalore was in command and they called his people home, then by the Resol'nare, they were obligated to. However, this was a very important job they were participating in and couldn't just drop it. Furthermore, many of them had begun to see the clones they'd been training as their own children, and the Resol'nare also compelled them to raise and protect their children.
"What do we do? We're bound to follow Mandalore's commands, but this job is something not easily dropped." Mij asked.
"Don't forget our kids," Kal reminded them. "We're also bound to raise them as Mandalorians and defend them with our lives."
"Don't worry. I'll talk to him when I get the chance to. Hopefully he'll see the importance that we keep this job." Jango said. He turned and left, leaving his fellow Mandalorians stewing over the rise of a new Mandalore, and what it would mean for them all.
Change was coming to galaxy.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter of The Lord of Revenge!
Now, with regards to Kamino, I putting them in a time where some clones are already training with their mentors and familial bonds are forming between them, but before the major army begins training. BTW, the Nulls have not met Kal yet. That comes later. :)
So, as the sixth chapter raps up, what are your impressions? Good, bad, original, epic? :) Please tell me how I am doing either in a review or PM. I also like longer reviews. They make me feel special.
As I said, the next chapter should be out by the end of this weekend!
I believe that's it. See you later!
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