Harry Potter and the Mandalorian Saboteur
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XXIII
Tiber Saxon was fuming. Since he had deployed the Duchess and made an example of his fellow Mandalorians, he had thought they would have subsided, bent the knee to the power the Empire had. He had thought they'd bend the knee now that the Empire had a weapon to destroy the Beskar; the component in their armour that allowed them to be terrors on the battlefield, but yet more of the Mandalorian Clans were rising up.
It was a rebellion! This was a disaster! "Governor Saxon, what is the situation on Mandalore and her territories?" It was Gideon, the Moff in charge of this sector.
"Moff Gideon, the demonstration of the weapon didn't work. The Mandalorians have decided to rebel in full force; my display of the Empires' stance on traitors and rebels has only been met with resistance." Retorted Saxon petulantly.
Gideon nodded "That is slightly disconcerting. Ultimately, I cannot send a full compliment of reinforcements. You are at this point Governor Saxon, on your own. I will muster what available forces I have." Gideon rumbled before vanishing.
(Gideon's Star Destroyer)
Gideon turned to find a young Ensign already at his side "Shall I start the transfer of the more encouraging projects sir?"
Gideon paused momentarily "Yes." Gideon was a man who appreciated initiative and quick responses "Well?"
The ensign had to control his facial expressions "Speak freely ensign…This…trivial 'permission to speak…' merely wastes time. If I am addressing you directly, you are to respond as if in a civilised discussion."
"Very good sir, I had already started downloading the practical and theoretical projects that had been started in this sector. Which includes Sabine Wren's project also known as the Duchess."
Gideon nodded "Very good Ensign…Why did you ask permission when you had done it anyway?"
"Better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, sir…I did my research on potential Moffs or Officers that I'd serve under during my stint in the Military. I applied for here because I thought I might be of use sir. I'm no fighter; but give me a blaster and I'll shoot with the rest of them. I much prefer strategy, analysis and statistics."
Gideon nodded "Why statistics?"
"Because in particular circumstances, I can turn them into pure numbers. Numbers cannot lie, words can."
"A rather basic way to look at life."
The Ensign barked slightly at it "It's the way I cope with life, sir. Keep everything as numerical or comprehendible with numbers as I can. A bollocking as others would say doesn't work with me, I'm not stupid, I know when I've messed up. But giving me the numbers to show me how badly I screwed…"
"Is completely different." Gideon nodded; he was much the same way.
"What is the probability that the Mandalorians will come for us?"
"100% kicking the shit out of the Imperials Governing them, you as in your fleet…50% roughly, depending on if you're actually in the sector when they depose the Governor Saxon. Clan Saxon I would safely guarantee as exterminated to the last."
Gideon cocked his head "Explain please."
"Clan Saxon, due to them forsaking the sacred armour of their people would be deemed soulless. Furthermore, they've passed on their teachings to the Imperial Academy's and Troops under their command who have since passed them onto others. Also, they used a weapon designed to target their cultural bloodlines. We are more than likely targets, due to us being Imperials."
Gideon nodded "I shall remove our fleet from Mandalorian Space; muster forces and then I'll put them back in their place."
Just then the hologram began to flicker "Incoming message, sir. From Coruscant; it appears it is from the Emperor's Palace."
Gideon knelt "Your Majesty."
"Moff Gideon, my sources have reported…unrest in your sector, they also inform me of your…reluctance to do anything…I wish to hear your views on the matter. Rise."
Gideon did so "Your Majesty, the reports you have heard are…incorrect. It is no mere unrest that you are hearing about but a full-fledged rebellion from Mandalorian Space. At this point in time, from my reports from Governor Saxon the Mandalorian Clans are rebelling against your selected choice of Governor for he has turned his clan away from his culture…"
"Yes, yes…I know of the famed Mandalorian Culture. I know what they are capable of. Your steps on the matter?"
"I have two plans of action in mind the first is to let this Rebellion carry on, let them over throw Saxon and offer them terms of surrender and a return to the status-quo pre-rebellion. Everyone serves your Grace, as a result they should at least have a dependable Governor to whom, they can complain to. My second thought is should they decide to assist in the rebellion, let them and then occupy the planet and force them to surrender and they'd be allowed back home but they'd never leave again."
Palpatine nodded "Good, good. I dislike the limited number of plans from a Moff but it is good to see someone with initiative. What do you require?"
"Once my Ensign has come worked the numbers, and I have taken steps to ensure maximum efficiency of my plans with the number of men. I will notify Grand Moff Tarkin of my request."
The Emperor nodded and another voice cut in "Pardon your grace, Moff Gideon, I await your report…Peace and stability within the Empire must be maintained." With that Tarkin finished the call.
Gideon turned to his Ensign, who was scribbling onto a data-slate.
(Krownest)
More Mandalorians were approaching the Krownest, even the clans from the Phindar System, the others from the other moons and planets of the Mandalorian Sector.
Harry's eyes widened beneath his helmet as he kept his arm around Sabine "I knew there were a few clans…"
Sabine chuckled "But not this many…Yeah and all of them had important members of their family kept prisoner to ensure their compliance."
"Now we're going to get shit done…We need to get rid of the current governor and then we're going to have to be careful." Harry replied.
His voice had carried over the hall "What do you mean careful? We're Mandalorians, we face everything that means to kill us head on and we kill it instead." One said getting cheers from the people surrounding him.
"I say careful, Mandalorian of House Ryu as once we've deposed the Dar'manda of Saxon; there are two Star Destroyers with escort numbering at least fifteen thousand fighting men, not including air and space. They are predicting us to depose our current Governor and go on a crusade against the Empire leaving our homes and Beskar vulnerable for the taking and the potential burning. So, Clan Ryu aligned to House Vizla are you heading my words?"
The Mandalorian scoffed "He lies. The coward lies."
It was surprisingly Alrich who spoke, his scars present and his pistols on his belt "My son-in-law is many things but he is no coward and no liar. We have had a tremendous victory but at a horrible cost, the Vaunted Few are dead to nearly the last man…"
"They will be remembered, for that is the way." The Mandalorians chorused cutting off the Patriarch of the Wren Clan. Alrich carried on "…We cannot fully commit our resources to aid the Rebellion whilst we are stilled penned in by those cowards of the Empire. Freeing ourselves of our torturers in the form of Clan Saxon is one thing, but to break our chains utterly and cast ourselves into the Rebellion whilst the Emperor still holds us hostage on our planet requires more planning…We still do not know how much of our Beskar has been mined, I know Krownest supplies have been untouched."
Mutterings of similar thoughts crossed the assembled Mandalorians minds when Bo-Katarn stood, Darksaber evident on her waist "We have many objectives but insufficient manpower; as my Mandalorian Knight has truly stated, I propose two teams of Mandalorians; both of whom will be trusted to take Sundari. One team to take out any physical response to our rebellion and the other to cut communications. As this is occurring the rest of us shall head to Tiber Saxon's Star Destroyer and destroy it and the Duchess."
"I will go where positioned Mand'alor. I am your Knight, I serve your will."
"Very good Jetti Wren; I want you to demolish any resistance and then get to the Star Destroyer, Sabine Wren, you shall assist in destroying the Weapon."
Sabine nodded. Brynden and Corvo quickly joined Harry along with some very large looking specimens of Mandalorians, one of whom was a wookie. "We are less of a race, more of a culture." Another Mandalorian chimed in, sensing Harry's unspoken question.
"Not the weirdest thing I've seen. Although…reassuring." The wookie rumbled in agreement.
"You got a Bow-caster?" There was a nod "What else do you use, Mando?"
The wookie, pulled out an antiquated sword that almost seemed to shimmer with power "I'm not even going to ask, but good to know that your foundling respects both cultures."
"What does that mean?"
"A Wookiee, only uses his claws for climbing and nothing else."
The Wookiee nodded and made a gesture with his shaggy-fists causing several pops "That is the way. Alright, we move out now.
With that forty Mandalorians made their way off the Krownest and down to Mandalore. Using some repaired Prisoner Transports, they drove across the desert and managed to sneak into Sundari.
However, unbeknownst to them a myriad of identical strikes were going to be taking place across all of the bio-domed cities on Mandalore. "There is so much death here, perhaps…perhaps, I can cultivate the land." Harry thought as he positioned himself as the 1st off the transport.
As the Stormtroopers opened the doors, Harry yanked them inside and Lowerrick, effortlessly broke their necks. "Weapons ready? This is going to get unpleasant."
"We're born ready Potter, for that is the way."
Harry snorted; the transports docked "GO!" Was the order and with a fluidity that came with military training from a young age. The doors to the transports opened and the Mandalorians poured out. The Stormtroopers closest to Harry died swiftly as Harry casually pulled out one of his blasters that were strapped to his shoulders and casually shot the first Trooper in the head and killed four more in three paces, whilst pulling out an unignited lightsaber.
More Stormtroopers appeared, blasters at the ready as Harry's thirty-nine man team of Mandalorians and the Mandalorians Rebel Sympathisers located in Sundari waited. "Mandalorian Rebels, surrender now and your lives will be spared." Called the evident commander of the Sundari Stormtrooper Garrison.
The Mandalorians turned to Harry who merely holstered his pistols "In the name of Mand'alor, Mandalorians, Brothers and Sisters in Beskar, Blood and Conflict liberate ourselves from the Dar'manda Clan Saxon." With that Harry ignited a lightsaber "…In the name of Mand'alor of Clan Kryze as declared by Mando 'Jetti Potter-Wren of the Mandalorian Knights!"
With that carnage and a bloodbath erupted across Sundari.
