Harry Potter and the Mandalorian Saboteur
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When the pair woke up, they were in there quarters covered in various bodily fluids. The Mandalorian Armour marionettes were littered across the floor. Sabine, found herself intertwined with Harry, using him as a body pillow.
"Morning." She murmured straddling her husband.
Harry grunted and rolled over, causing Sabine to yelp as he trapped her beneath him "Morning to you as well…Love, as much as I'd love to stay in bed with you we have a jailbreak to plan."
A longer shower later, the two entered the dining hall where they appeared to be the last ones arriving "Now that we are here; including my daughter and her husband…we can begin." Ursa commanded, quickly bringing silence to the hall.
She pressed something on her Gauntlet and a map appeared "Intelligence from House Garth, allied to the Nite Owls have informed us that a number of important Mandalorian Officials are being held out an Imperial Outpost on Mandalore. Furthermore, from two inside agents there have been murmurings of transferring some of these officials to Keldabe."
Harry gulped "We MUST intercept that transport and or take out the Outpost…If the Empire can get the Persons Of Interests into the Capital then any resistance is futile…I have seen Keldabe in both peaceful and under revolution by the Shadow Collective. The latter time, I was lucky to escape with my life…"
"Were you not the Jedi Knight who was told to NOT go drinking with the Locals." Ursa replied.
"Less told more strongly advised. Obi-wan; I liked him…He was a pretty swell guy, if only I'd met him earlier on."
"I heard from the Lady Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze, House Kryze that Obi-wan would have walked away from the Jedi if her sister had asked."
"We-all shit…that old fox. Anyway where is Her Grace the Duchess Satine?"
"Dead…She died due to the Shadow Collective…I thought you knew." Brandon Garth said, remembering that day. "You said you were here, then you should have known."
"There are a number of factors…but the main one was, I was leaving the planet when it happened. It was only a passing thought; as I had to meet with the Death Guard and the Hopers to do crazy Jetti shit."
"Like battering ram planetary shields."
"That goes without saying…Sorry for the digression Countess, the Plan?"
"Clan Wren and the allies that she has given shall form three groups. Two squads ten and the rest shall form a reserve; ready to dispatch as many warriors as requested to either area. Mandalorian Knight Potter-Wren and my Daughter are both on one team with eight volunteers. Myself and Lord Tristan shall take the other. Potter-Wren and Wren shall lead the ambush on the transport convoy and the other team the Stronghold."
Ursa took a breath "I expect a stronger than usual escort convoy; TIE Fighters and at minimum 30 troopers for the Convoy, the force at the Outpost, I do not know."
"The Convoy Team upon rescuing the POI's shall return them to their settlements and beseech them to join our cause."
"But Jetti Potter; we need the Darksaber and we need Manda'lor."
Harry looked at Ursa who nodded and squeezed Sabine's hand "Do it."
Sabine reached down to her side and pulled out the short lightsaber, jumped onto the table. Held it above her head and ignited the blade, there was a short hum and the blade erupted into existence "We have the Darksaber. We have a symbol; we have a reason but we do need a Leader…But it can't be me."
This caught Harry of guard "Why? You wield the Darksaber! You have the backing of House Wren and a Jetti!"
"Only one and one man might be a Knight of Mandalore, but one man cannot represent all Mandalore." Harry replied "But I can as A KNIGHT of Mandalore and as a Husband, pledge my loyalty to her."
"I, Sabine of Clan Wren, House Vizla cannot wield the Darksaber. On the count of blackmail, treason and my own pride and ego."
Bo-Katan stood "What are these crimes that which you speak?"
"It is common knowledge that I was top of my class and took on challenges most found daunting."
"The instructors had tasked me in creating a superweapon designed that could be used to reduce potential damage to Imperial Soldiers and render defences used by enemies useless…It wasn't until I stepped back and realised that they were building something to pacify Mandalore by attacking our heritage! Our Beskar! The only good thing that I did was to destroy the working prototype and all of my notes on it…This is a precaution."
"This is most serious news…Your creativity and ingenuity are both your bane and blessing Sabine of House Wren. You have both simultaneously been a credit and a dishonour to Mandalorians." Bo-Katan stated, to murmurs amongst the small gatherings of Clans.
"You also bare the Darksaber, the weapon of Leadership of Mandalore. You could have become Manda'lor."
"I have never wanted to become Manda'lor, nor could I wish to. Not when the I have created the risk to the Mandalorian People. I found the Darksaber yes, I killed the previous leader Darth Maul with it. I fought Gar Saxon and beat him to keep it. But I never wanted it, I fought to keep it because if I lost it I shudder to think who would wield it."
Bo-Katan moved forwards and stood on the table "I Bo-Katan Kryze, of the Nite Owls and Clan Kryze challenge you for the Darksaber. Under Mandalorian Rule it would be to death or forfeit. For your few but substantial crimes we find you guilty and deserving death; but you have alerted us of your crimes and returned us our heritage. This duel will be to five burns but you shall endure extra burns one for each year."
Sabine nodded. The two were handed blunted swords, this wasn't going to easy but at least it wasn't going to be to the death.
Harry watched as the blades were heated and everyone watched as he murmured something that vaguely similar to archaic Mandalorian, it meant 'hold heat' or words to that effect. With that the matches began.
Everyone was transfixed. Sabine was a really talented to fighter and managed to land three burns on Bo-Katan who landed four. The rest of the burns were done, by the end of it Sabine was fighting the urge to scream out in pain, she was a Mandalorian, she would fight this out.
"Have we found out where and when the convoy will be setting out?" Harry asked.
"Not for another two days at least."
"Myself and the team could go out there, go low-tech and set up firing locations in the terrain and perhaps even rig some greeting cards." Harry suggested; some of the Mandalorians were helmeted and knowing his in-laws were willing to join him on bone-headed irrational plans of attack they were interested in seeing what he could do with preparation.
"That's…not a bad idea. Have you any idea of who you want on this team?"
"I'd want volunteers. This is going to be an interesting trip; I make no promises on the idea of all of us coming back alive…"
"Skip the 'I only want idiots' speech' good-cousin…Any Mandalorian who is not all too fond of waiting and has an appetite for reckless destruction and destructive distractions step right up." Announced Corvo.
Sabine was automatically involved, Corvo and Brandon were the next and the rest were quickly taken up by Nite-Owls "It would not do in this time of trust and assistance amongst us; for this mission to be solely undertaken by those of Clan Wren." Said one of the Nite-Owls.
"Agreed…Eat well, pack better for we move out soon."
"I thought we were not…"
"THEY are not expected to move for another two days. Are you turning down an extra day of preparations?"
"No…Knight Potter…Just taken aback at how quickly you appear to be maneuvering things."
"I am a practitioner of Jetti Ways. My allegiances have always been for…call it altruistic, impossible but peace or at least acceptance and understanding of one another in the Galaxy and a place where everyone is free. I tried as a Jetti on Coruscant and all that brought me were dances with death; after Sabine of House Wren found me…I have found a new path. I'm still altruistic but for me, I want Mandalore to be free. I'll take up whatever tools I have for the betterment of Mandalore. The thing's I've seen require us to prepare much, for the Outpost Team is going to need as much assistance as possible."
"You know what will happen?" Ursa questioned.
"No. Ursa; I speak merely of paths of possibilities and potentials. The only thing I know for certain what has been destroyed might not have been done so. Mandalorians ARE going to die, Countess Wren, my only concern is how many survive."
"Do you know what will kill us?"
"The Duchess…As for what that is…I believe we've talked about it."
"Countess, Manda'lor, Brothers and Sisters of Beskar; I will lead the Team. My House, Cyn has been reduced to myself and my sister…I am not afraid to march away, in the face of certain death. I'll lead those who are willing to face this Duchess and her dar'manda pilots and escorts and be the ones who face such a disgraceful death." Cloud Cyn rumbled. He was a big man, and an old man pushing nearly ninety years of age.
"Duke Cyn; you would turn your clan matriarchal?"
"For Mandalore to prosper, this will be done. Jetti Potter of the Mando Knights; has foreseen people to die. He knows war as I know war, people are going to die. Jetti Potter, I'll lead us to victory and death."
"Victory and Death, Duke Cyn. You and those who choose this WILL BE REMEMBERED, WILL BE HONOURED. Let their choices be recorded across Mandalore and her Territories as the few who marched to death in their armour knowing that the enemy would target it. They, are much greater Mandalorians than I will ever be." Harry stated standing tall.
"House Kryze, shall remember and honour."
"House Krell, shall remember and honour."
"House Garth, shall remember and honour."
"House Wren, shall remember and honour."
"House Rau, shall remember and honour…The Protectors, shall remember and honour." Rau finished, taking the knee.