Chapter 10: Return to the Dark Side of the Moon
By Jen, Trynn & input by Syn
Swagger paced his cabin. Maverick sat on the bunk, eyes unfocused, looking stunned. Richelle had detailed herself to cleaning Mav's cabin; where the others were, Swagger didn't know—or at this moment, care.
"So now you have Revan's powers." Swagger crossed his arms over his chest, but gave Mav breathing space.
Mav nodded mutely. He would not look up and meet Swagger's probing gaze.
"Which means?"
He shook his head. "I can...feel..." From his expression, he was trying not to feel anything. "Everyone..."
"What are they feeling?"
Mav blinked. "Atton's angry. He's in the garage, banging away at the workbench."
As Swagger watched, Mav tuned into everyone on the ship, and as he did, he seemed to relax a little.
"Richelle's confused. She's trying to focus on her father and not think about anything else."
Swagger nodded, taking another step back so his presence wasn't so imposing.
"Gunner's wondering if the powers allow me to make contact with his engine." He nodded once. "There's a loose coupling in the new hyperdrive, but it'll hold till he can do repairs at our next stop."
Swagger made a mental note to check with Gunner on that count.
"Visas felt it more than anyone, I think." Mav seemed to retreat from the Miraluka's Force aura. "She's meditating in her cabin, trying to control what she felt as Revan died." He blinked again. "It was intense. It hit her hard."
Swagger leaned against the bulkhead and let his arms fall to his sides. "Flynn?"
"He's with Mira." Mav shook his head. "They're not thinking about much except how good it feels." A flush rinsed Mav's face and he raised a hand to wipe sudden sweat from his forehead as beads popped up on the skin.
Swagger's mouth quirked into a smirk. It sounded like Flynn.
"T3 senses something out of place in the hyperdrive and he's working up a schematic to do repairs when we land."
Swagger reached up and slowly unclasped the Force inhibiter. He dropped it on the night table and stood in front of Mav. "Me?"
Mav's eyes focused on him. "Yes, I think we can use it to rescue Richelle's father."
That eased Swagger's mind a bit; Mav knew his concerns were for his crew and his ship, and hadn't read his mind.
"You shouldn't wear it anymore."
Swagger tensed. He'd worn the inhibitor for years; putting it on was like putting on his clothes. It made him feel safe from those who would probe his mind.
"At least until I can figure out how to control all this power," Mav assured him. "From experience I can tell you that wearing it around me right now will give you the worst headache you've ever had." His eyes met Swagger's. "It will affect your ability to function effectively."
Swagger absently rubbed his neck where the inhibitor had rested. He would leave it off for now.
Small lines carved an expression of worry. "I can feel the power surging through me," Mav confessed. "I can feel the breath of every living thing on this ship. I don't know how to control it, and I don't know how long it will take me to learn to control it."
"Visas can help." Swagger figured one Jedi would help another.
"She's never felt anything this powerful either, but maybe..." He took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. "I want to help, Swagger. I want to use it to help."
"What powers do you have?"
"That's just it," he said helplessly, spreading his hands. "I don't know. And I won't know until I can test them." He looked at the walls of the cabin. "I don't want to destroy your ship, so I'll suppress it the best I can until we land."
"Appreciate that," Swagger said dryly. "We'll put down on Dxun. That'll give you some room." He pushed the exit pad on the wall and the door to his quarters whooshed open. He started to walk away, then his head cocked to the side as if he'd had a thought. His eyes, when he turned them on Mav, were almost black as he lowered his brows in a forbidding scowl. "With that kind of power every Jedi, including Sith can sense you. That could bring a world of hurt on my crew."
Mav nodded. "I know, Swag. There are ways to erect barriers. I just don't know them, but there are two Jedi Masters on Iziz that might be able to help." Mav stood and his grey eyes met Swagger's opaque gaze. "I'd never do anything to harm you or the crew. If they can't help me, then Visas and I will leave. Her power will grow stronger, too."
Swagger ran a hand over his black hair, feeling the tight, cropped curls were returning. Absently, he thought, need to shave my head again. He slammed a fist against the ship's curving wall as he turned his back to Mav. "I'm changing course to Dxun. You can get in some practice and then we can all come up with a rescue scenario."
Mav nodded, knowing Swagger could not see it as the troubled captain walked to the cockpit. The Jedi left his quarters and sought Visas in hers. She was sharing the cabin with Richelle. Both acknowledged his presence. Visas's head came up and she rose from her meditation position. Richelle pushed her dark hair back from her face. Her green eyes centered on Mav as she gazed up from her bunk.
"I can't begin to understand what just happened. Dad believed in the Force..." She looked down at her hand on the bunk, fingers splayed. "But to most of us, it's just talk, you know?
"I felt it, too," Visas said in her quiet voice. "The Force poured from Revan."
"Exploded." Mav had evidently felt the full effect of it, while Visas had only had the residual.
"Bastila sent her power to him as she..." Her face turned to his. "They are not together. They are not part of the Force."
"That was denied to them," Mav said sadly. "They're doomed to walk in spirit."
A small gasp escaped from Richelle. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but that was hard in these confined quarters. She began to slide off her bunk to give Mav and Visas privacy, but Mav gestured for her to remain.
"Everyone will have to know this," he told her. "There can be no secrets now."
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Flynn heaved a satiated sigh as he flopped beside Mira in his rumpled bunk. She giggled and cuddled against him, using his arm for a pillow.
"So, Mir," he said, dropping a kiss on her bare shoulder. "How do you feel about being bonded to a Jedi?"
She moved her hand up and let her fingers slide over the hard planes of his chest. "Mav's a good guy. I don't mind."
Flynn's stomach fluttered and he jumped when Mira put her leg over his. "Know what I'm thinking?" He gave her a roguish smile.
"Same thing I am?" She returned his smile and walked her fingers up his chest to run them lightly over his collarbone.
"Wanna go a few more parsecs?"
"Sure, but this time let's try it at sub-light speed."
His husky chuckle answered her low giggles.
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Atton was waiting for Mav to leave the cabin so he could talk to Richelle. The pilot had known he was Force sensitive for several years and now he was bonded to a frackin' Jedi! He slammed his hand against the bulkhead. All he wanted to do was forget the past. The screams of the Jedi he'd tortured when he was a Sith echoed in his mind. If Mav delved into those memories, Atton's terrible, dark secret would be discovered.
He peeked around the door and caught Richelle's eye, calling her name softly. She slid off her bunk and joined him in the passageway. They walked to the hatchway leading to the main hold. Carth and Swagger were there sparring with vibroblades and only gave them a cursory glance. The garage was straight ahead and Atton closed the door after them.
"Always trying to get a girl alone," she said, trying to infuse some of her old spark, but Atton could see she was really worried about her father.
He patted the bench that wound about one wall and they sat. He took her hands in his and gazed into her face. "I know I'm not the best guy in the galaxy, but I want you to know that anything I can do to help free your dad, I will."
She smiled and her eyes teared up. "Thank you, Atton. You gotta cut yourself some slack. You might be the best guy in the galaxy; let me decide that once I know you better. For now, I know you're not half bad."
"I'm not half good either," he said, wincing as he heard the screams in his head again--preventing him from being able to say what he wanted. "I...just wanted you to know I'm here for you. Uh, if you need me."
Her fingers intertwined with his for a moment. "I know you are." She gave him a shy sideways glance. "Better stop being so nice to me or I'll have to revise my first impression of you, flyboy."
He laughed shortly. "And what was that? Scum of the galaxy?"
She shook her head. "No, someone who likes to keep everybody at a distance. Someone who hides behind a snarky grin and a deck of pazaak cards." She smiled again in fond remembrance. "You remind me of my brother—always concealing his feelings."
Atton came to his feet as if the seat stung his backside. "Dammit, Shortstuff, I don't want to remind you of your frackin' brother!"
She regarded him somberly. "Some day I hope you'll trust me enough to tell me what's got you so tied up in knots. If not me, then maybe Mav." She blinked when Atton's features tightened in anger. "He's nice, Atton. It's not like he's a Sith."
"No," he said in a rigid voice. "We wouldn't want that." He was about to hit the press pad to open the door, but whirled around, hands fisting at his sides. "You know, some Sith were Jedi and some were followers of Revan during the Mandalorian Wars. Being a Sith didn't mean they were evil. They followed an idea—they followed Revan." He gritted his teeth. "Dammit, Mav followed Revan!"
She nodded, her eyes puzzled as she wondered why he was so angry. "But he didn't follow Revan and Malak when they fell to the dark side. He never became a Sith."
"How do you know so much about him?" Atton swept his hands through his hair.
She bit her lip. "Carth and I got to talking. Carth knew him during the wars with the Mandies. He says he's a stand-up guy, and Carth had no love for the Jedi either. Well, you know the history."
Atton nodded sullenly. His eyes bored into hers for a moment as if he was considering telling her something dark and sinister about himself, and then the moment passed and the brown eyes were clear and almost guileless.
"Guess I better get back and see how soon we land," he said and he was gone as soon as the door opened.
- - -
After his workout, Carth returned to his cabin. He didn't have to share it, so he was left alone with his thoughts. Revan. His enemy. His friend.
You've been gone so long, Rev. So few will mourn your passing. Some will consider your end just. Some won't care. Apathy is the worst epithet for the man they called the Savior of the Galaxy, the Prodigal Knight. I miss you, Rev. From what Mav told us, you didn't go down easy—you or Bastila.
He wiped a tear from his eye. Revan would be the last one who would want Carth to shed tears over his death. Revan--the man he'd once known as Logaan Casey --the soldier who had saved his butt too many times to count. When the truth came out when they were captured by Saul Karath, Carth had wanted to hate Revan, to blame him for all the deaths, including his wife's, on Telos, but the amnesia and the Jedi Council's mind wipe had created a new man; a comrade, a friend. Logan and Bastila had fallen in love, and it was true that love could change a man—make him better, decent.
Until the nightmares started. Carth and Revan had met on Coruscant a week before Revan left for the Outer Rim.
"What are you after, Rev?" Carth asked, sipping his caffa, looking around the crowded diner to make sure they couldn't be overheard. "Why can't I go with you?"
"I can't take anyone I care about or love, buddy." Revan's brown eyes twinkled briefly with the old mirth and then his features became a mask that was hard to penetrate. "I remembered something I started, and if it comes to fruition, Carth, the galaxy will become a very dark place."
"I don't mean to pry, but can you tell me what?"
"A Sith faction will rise because of what I started on Malachor V, Lehon, and Korriban." Revan stroked his beard. He had grown both a beard and let his hair grow long during the year Carth had neither seen nor heard from him. "I've been searching for the source for the past year." His hand clenched and he slammed it on the table, making the mugs of caffa jump. "I finally know where I must go, and you can't go with me." His eyes were pained. "Nobody can."
"Bastila will be furious if you walk out on her now," Carth warned.
"Maybe, but at least she will be safe." His eyes sought Carth's. "I need you to do something for me, Carth. While I'm away, I want you to do everything necessary to keep the Republic strong. Will you do that?"
Carth ran his fingers over his stubbled chin. "You know I will."
"I have to find and stop the evil I've seen in my visions."
Carth shoved the two recalcitrant locks of hair back from his forehead. "What I remember the most about searching for the Star Maps was that we did it as a team. You, me, Mission, Zaalbar, Bindo, Juhani, Canderous and Bastila—we all worked together, and the outcome was saving the galaxy from the Star Forge and defeating Malak. We'd all be willing to do it again, Rev."
Revan took a sip of his caffa and made a face. It was cold and left a bitter taste. "I know that, Carth, but I have a plan for each of you, and you will be doing what is needed, believe me." His handsome face grew pensive. "I have to know that everything is set—in case, I fail."
"Did you see it happening in one of your visions?" Carth gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white.
"It's...possible." Revan sighed and ran his lean fingers through his hair. He made a face. "Time to get this mop cut and shave. I want to become the old me as much as I can." He raised a hand. "Without falling to the dark side, I mean."
"At least take Bastila with you," Carth urged.
But Revan had not listened to him, although it seemed he had taken Bastila with him. And it had ended with her death.
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Flynn's eyes opened. Rain hissed and pattered against the ship. He lay still for a moment, remembering his brief stint on Dxun during the Dark Side of the Moon Battle—Dxun, with its infernal rain storms tap-tapping on his helmet. It was a moon filled with water: fog drifting over the paths; rushing waterfalls; and rain. All that water had conspired to conceal mines on the paths; the roar of several waterfalls covered the sound of Mandalorian durasteel boots; and the pelting rain made it impossible to see the wavy outlines their stealth units generated, allowing them to attack the Republic soldiers. The odds had been in the Mandalorians' favor, until Revan sent the Jedi, and then the death toll had mounted and those he cared about had fallen to Jedi lightsabers.
The leader of Flynn's squad had sent him back to the complex to get more grenades, and when he had returned they were all dead, killed by lightsabers. Mav might be one of the Jedi who had done it. When he tried to summon anger, though, he couldn't. What was past was past.
He eased out of his bunk, trying not to disturb Mira. He padded into the 'fresher, washed up and got dressed. As he walked through the ship, he buckled on his special blaster rig and pulled the blaster to check the power pack then jammed it into the holster.
He met Swagger and Mav on the loading ramp. Swagger looked tired and there were dark circles under his eyes, turning them even darker, making them look like black glass. He was smoking a death stick and peering out into the rain.
"Good ole Dxun," Flynn said, giving Mav a friendly slap to the shoulder. "Rain won't affect your Force powers, will it?"
Mav shook his head. His eyes were narrowed. "Something terrible happened here. I sense many have died—very recently."
Swagger's gaze sharpened and he stood more alertly. "Sense what?" He flicked the death stick into the air and watched as the rain put it out and it landed in the dirt.
"Let me reconnoiter and I'll let you know."
"You ain't goin' alone," Flynn objected. "Right, Swag?"
"Nope. Take Visas and a comm-link. If you need help, buzz three times and leave it open so we can track the signal."
"I would have it no other way," Visas said, appearing at Mav's side as if he had called her.
The Seeker sat on the grass outside the Mandalorian hangars. The battle circle lay beneath the ship. It was a tight fit, but Swagger had decided it was safer to land here than on the landing pad near the waterfall and the lake behind it, trekking through the jungle without knowing what was out there.
"Think we should investigate?" Flynn asked.
"Nope." Swagger watched Mav and Visas as they moved away from the ship. He didn't need the Force to tell him something was wrong.
Mav and Visas wore rain gear to protect them from the downpour as they stepped out of the shelter of the ship. Mav found it hard to concentrate because of the deafening quiet. It was unnatural. The rain alternated between pouring and a light drizzle, and there was ground mist in some places. All Mav could hear was the rain beating on the hood of his rain cloak and his own breathing. He knew Dxun was the home of large creatures called Cannocks and Zakkegs, yet he heard nothing.
"There is something to your left," Visas said quietly.
They found the first body only a few meters from the ship. Mav raised a hand to signal Swagger and used the comm-link to tell him they'd found a fresh kill, and by the armor, he identified the dead man as Mandalorian.
"Not good." Flynn frowned. "Want me to alert the others?"
"Have 'em stand by, but nobody else leaves the ship."
Flynn went back inside to spread the word and make sure Mira was up. Atton went to the cockpit to scan the area and announced there were no signs of life forms.
"Bodies?" Richelle stood on tip-toe and put her face close to the viewport. "What happened?"
"Whatever it was, it got the best of the Mandies." Mira was dressed, armed and ready for action as she entered the cockpit and looked at the screen. "That means it's a big bad because nobody gets the best of the Mandies."
"Hey, Swag," Gunner said quietly into his comm-link. "Want me to keep her running hot?"
"Wait for Mav."
Mav moved to Visas and put a hand on her arm. "I don't feel anything."
"Nor do I," she confirmed. "But I sense something..." She couldn't find the words to describe what she felt, and Mav felt the same.
"Something's not right." He looked around the compound. The hangars were empty. There was a large grassy area, the waving grass coming almost to his hips. Flynn had told him the layout, and he wanted to explore, but that would mean putting stone walls between himself and the ship. Too dangerous. The command center might give them some indication of what had happened, but he knew better than to wander off without Swagger's approval.
"Cap, there are bodies all over." Gunner had used the hatch to get on the Seeker's outer hull and was laying flat out and peeking over the edge. "I can see 'em in the grass from here."
"Mav." Swagger spoke into the comm-link.
"Yeah, we're coming." Mav and Visas were making their way back to the ship.
"What can you do?" Swagger asked.
"Let me try something." Mav took a moment to decide what Force power to try first. He used Force whirlwind on a nearby boulder and it rose into the air and spun around. He held it for several minutes before sending it flying.
"Boy's got power!" Flynn said with admiration. "How 'bout a little lightning?"
"Not yet," Swagger said.
"Let me try this." Mav sent out a Force wave and bodies began to appear and fall on the ground. Before anyone could speak, he loosed Force lightning and fried the Sith who had been unstealthed by his wave. The smell of burned flesh assaulted him.
"Sith," Visas said quietly. "Why don't we sense them?"
"Do it again," Swagger commanded tersely and Mav sent out a Force wave followed by lightning. More bodies fell. He'd never killed so many this close. He'd never encountered an enemy he couldn't feel with the Force—and now that he had Revan's power, he should have felt them before the Seeker landed.
"Again." Swagger's voice overrode the sounds of rain in Mav's ear. He released the Force wave for a third time, killing even more Sith with his Force lightning.
"Dammit!" Atton growled inside the cockpit. "It's frackin' Sith!" His finger hovered over the laser control. He could kill the Sith. And take out the Jedi as well. His hand began to shake and moved away from the controls.
"Gunner, get back down here!" Mira shouted into the comm-link. "It's too dangerous up there."
Overcome by emotion and sensory overload, Mav fell to his knees. He'd felt the Force flowing through him like a ship entering hyperspace. So hard, so fast, so powerful.
"Up." Swagger's hand closed around Mav's bicep like a band of iron. "Get back on the ship."
Flynn ran down the ramp to collect Visas.
"Must be new stealth technology." Atton met them at the top of the ramp. "Our sensors picked up nothing, and if the Jedi couldn't feel them..."
"There are more out there." Visas was slightly breathless from the run.
Mav gasped when a blade thrown by another Sith pierced his shoulder, but he was not the one to cry out in pain—Flynn yelped and clasped his shoulder at exactly the same place where Mav had been stabbed.
"Babe, you okay?" Mira demanded, but there was no more time to talk as another wave of Sith came into view.
Flynn waved her off as he and Mav shook off the pain. Blood stained Mav's shirt and bloomed like a large crimson flower as the blood mingled with the rain and the petals elongated. Visas sent a wave of healing to him.
Mav waved a hand behind him and a force field surrounded the crew and ship, and then he sent lightning out in all directions—the pain made it stronger, the attack had awakened anger within him, and that fueled the lightning even more. There was a low hum as stealth belts shut down, and bodies appeared, twitching like puppets, clothing and hair smoking, weapons sparking. Mav followed with a fierce Force wave that sent the bodies flying into a large hole left by the bombardment that Revan had staged here during the Mandalorian Wars. He shook loose several large boulders and flung them into the hole to cover the bodies, changing the hole into a massive grave. Tendrils of smoke rose through the cracks between the rocks and were quickly extinguished by the rain.
"We need to get out of here," Mav said, waving a hand to free the others from the protective shield he'd erected. He tried to ignore the concerted looks aimed at him after demonstrating the power of the Force, but Flynn deserved an explanation.
Mav touched Flynn where he'd felt the Jedi being stabbed. "Our bond has unpleasant side effects. As soon as I can I promise to learn to shield you when we're in battle."
Startled green eyes met his. "You were the one who was stabbed, son, why the hell did I feel it?"
"The bond. The dagger took me by surprise and the pain I felt was transmitted to you. It didn't strike you, but it felt like it did."
Flynn frowned. "You gotta start wearing armor and shields. That frackin' hurt! I can put up with getting wounded in battle—got my share of scars—but hurting because somebody hurt you... Well, that's just plain creepy, Mav."
Swagger growled something under his breath and headed out into the field, head down to avoid the rain getting in his eyes. "Flynn, Mav, you've got my back."
Flynn drew his blaster and Mav nodded. They kept their eyes steady on Swagger as stalked through the high grass.
"What's he doing?" Atton asked. Did no one else on this crazy crew know when to call it quits and retreat?
Swagger stopped. He watched the grass, waiting. Stealth units might conceal the wearer, but they could not conceal the effect he had on the environment. Swagger listened as there was a lull in the rain and he heard the sigh of a stealth belt as the one it belonged to wavered into sight.
Several Sith appeared, but all he needed was one—maybe two, if the one proved to be strong against coercion.
Mav yelled a warning and flung his hands out. The figures glowed with a strange blue radiance. They were frozen, unable to move. Swagger calmly pulled his blaster and shot all but two of them. He walked up to them and his fist crashed into the chin of one and he used the butt of his blaster to stun another as Mav released them from the stasis.
Flynn and Mav hurried over to tug the unconscious Sith inside the ship. One of the special modifications Swagger and Flynn had made to the Seeker was a brig that was located across from the starboard dorms. The Sith were dragged inside and chains attached to the wall were clamped about their wrists and ankles.
"They ain't gonna be comfy when they wake up," Flynn told Swagger. "You're gonna question them." It was not a question. "They're already coming to."
"Yep." Swagger motioned to the dorms. The one right across from the brig was the room where the three girls were quartered. "I won't be long."
Flynn gulped. He knew that look and that tone and it did not bode well for the two Sith. "I'll get the girls outta here so you can work undisturbed."
Swagger nodded. He pulled the dagger from his boot. "We're pressed for time, so..." He pressed the release pad and the door rolled up. There was a quiet hiss as the door rolled back down, leaving the two prisoners alone with a bounty hunter that was an expert in interrogation.
Flynn turned and walked into the main hold where the others had gathered. He beckoned to Mira and Richelle.
"Go outside the ship and fieldstrip the bodies. Take anything we can use. Atton, Carth, watch their backs. Mav, you and Visas watch over them and keep them safe with the Force." He pulled Mira aside. "Hon, you might wanna place a perimeter of devastator mines while you're at it."
She nodded and her hand came up briefly to caress his face, and then she took off after Richelle.
Mav moved away from the ship, guarding their backs. He practiced with his Force powers, sending out anything he could think of or tap into, noting the effects. Revan had a vast amount of powers, but the strongest seemed to involve mind control, telekinisis and lightning. Every once in awhile, a body would appear as it was flung against an outcropping of rocks or the buildings.
Visas accompanied him as he examined his new abilities, making his way through the tall grass and into the other side of the compound. They encountered no more Sith as Mav led them unerringly to the command center. The Force was pulling at his steps as if leading him, as if he needed to see something.
He ascended the small ramp into the command center. More Mandalorian bodies were strewn about the bunker. It appeared they had formed lines of defense, but it was unclear what had they been defending until he saw a Mandalorian body propped in a standing position, his limbs staged in a Mandalorian stance with the arm over his chest as if saluting the foe that had killed him. His helmet had been removed and broken into pieces that lay at his feet. Congealed blood covered his torso, and the damage to his armor showed that he had fought long and well against insurmountable odds. What Mav knew to be a Sith sword stuck out of his broad chest.
Mav bent and picked up the helmet pieces and fitted them together. The vision came to him, hammering him to his knees.
"Revan." Canderous Ordo clasped the Jedi's forearm and they exchanged a Mandalorian handshake. "Why did you ask me to meet you here, of all places?"
Canderous gestured to include a landscape pocked by the bombardment that had taken place during the Mandalorian Wars. The Dark Side of the Moon Battle, the one that had been a turning point.
Revan lowered the rucksack from his shoulder and pulled something out. It was a silver helmet; dented, dull, but still recognizable. "Mandalore's helm. I took it after I fought and defeated him. I didn't want your people to unite under another Mandalore, unless he was chosen by me." He handed the helmet to Canderous. "I choose you, and I charge you with a duty. Gather all the Mandalorians you can find—teach them, train them, make me an army, Canderous. Promise me."
Canderous's iron grey eyes narrowed and a sparkle flared in their depths. In any other man, it could have been construed as tears, and it demonstrated the barely restrained emotion of the moment as well as its meaning.
"I swear by my blood and the blood of my brothers, I will not fail you, Revan. I'm your man until the end."
Mav came out of the vision feeling sorrow for the loss of another friend and ally of Revan's. Whoever the dark Lord was that had killed Revan, his goal seemed to be to wipe out anyone associated with Revan and his plans to save the Republic. Out of respect for what Canderous had meant to Revan, Mav used the Force to seal the door and block it with large boulders. No one would easily breach it again and Mandalore--the last Mandalore--would remain with the helmet. The Mandalorians, such a proud race of warriors, were now gone. If any had survived the purge, they would find nothing but a moon full of bodies and an empty shell of a command post. They would not rebuild, and they would find no leader to inspire them.
Mav had Visas practice her Force powers, teaching her the best he could with inanimate objects. Flynn's voice came over the comm-link.
"Mav, get your butt back here where I can see ya."
"On my way," Mav's voice filtered to Flynn, who was waiting on the loading ramp.
"I'm going to check the engine," Gunner announced. "Come on T3." The little droid rolled in his wake, beeping merrily.
Then Flynn was alone. The big merc winced when he heard a piercing scream. He could hear it even here, on the loading ramp. Swag was getting the answers to his questions—the hard way.
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