Harry Potter and the Mandalorian Saboteur
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XXIV
The imperials outnumbered the insurgents, but in the blink of an eye. The Mandalorian Jedi was amongst them, he extinguished his lightsaber and then just seemed to move. Mandalorians and Stormtroopers alike, watched almost transfixed as Harry seemed to be almost hit by a tremendous amount of blaster fire, only to vanish at the last second; there were plenty of calls of 'friendly fire'.
However, the 40 Mandalorians attacking the Empire in the capital, did cause something else. The attack was being televised over a holo-vid across all of the biome cities of Mandalore. Mandalorian citizens, humanoid and not everyone who inspired to be gifted in war; the relish of being the hunter and the hunted, everyone who wanted the old days back and to the pacifists. It mattered not for an individual's stance on what it meant to be a Mandalorian, but it was clear. Mandalore, was to be ruled and led by Mandalorians and nothing could rule Mandalore and Mandalorians than Mand'alor; the One True Leader. One normally had to challenge Mand'alor to rule but as of now, any Mandalorian with balls of Beskar and a Beskar determination with the unified clans of Mandalorian Space backing them. In this case Bo-Katan of House Kryze was the new Mand'alor.
Bo-Katan, hadn't fashioned herself a Mand'alor title like Mand'alor the Indomitable or The Ultimate. But there was time. Bo-Katan activated a holo-vid, it was her in her amour. Across the world, fighting stopped. Bo, grinned and ignited the Darksaber "I am Mand'alor. By blood, by fire, by combat and by right of the Darksaber. I, Mand'alor call to my people to rise up! Rise up and fight! Fight for yourselves! Fight for your families! But fight for MANDALORE!"
Like that, with that declaration the fighting intensified. Harry, pulled his blasters and began firing. His accuracy was second to none, all his shots hit their targets. Not necessarily the intended body part but hit them enough to cause them to break cover to be dropped by another. "For the Breaker! MAND'ALOR THE BREAKER!"
Harry grinned, his comm link was abuzz as orders were being barked out and accompanied by shouts of 'That is the way!', 'For Mand'alor the Breaker' and even 'For the Crusaders!' although it appeared another shout of 'Mandalorian Knights!'. "Harry, is everything going to plan?" Sabine asked cutting across the babble.
"Remember my planning strategy, wife?"
"Make, execute, expect complications and disregard…What did you do?"
"Not me for once. Our illustrious Mand'alor the Breaker, apparently the comms team did their job too well. Because well…Sundari's kinda…a…SHIT!" Harry was cut off as a Storm Trooper wielding a heavy repeating blaster had just opened fire. His armour held, but it didn't make being shot any less pleasant.
"HARRY!"
"I'm…alright…a bucket with a repeating blaster. Turns out they can shoot! BROTHERS! THEY CAN SHOOT!"
"Jetti! Duck!" Came a voice then came the unmistakable sound of a VX Repeating Blaster aka: the VX began to fire. Harry looked up to see that the VX shooter had taken purchase on a balcony. He was stocky for a Mandalorian, wide shouldered with a bit of a belly. He was probably late 20's by Harry's guess. He was a good shot…or rather a decent 'spray and pray' type of guy. As he was quickly taken off the gun as a Mandalorian in armour whilst in a mechanised hover chair took over.
"Go…Honour and Glory, for Mand'alor!" Shouted the young man as he ignited his jetpack and literally ploughed himself into the throng of Stormtroopers. "Right, I can't shoot a damn but I've a sword and a wrench for all!"
'A sword and a wrench?' Came a few responses, however the Wookie Mandalorian wearing a Mandalorian chest plate and armoured greaves and gauntlets himself wielding a sword began carving up the Stormtroopers.
'If it works, it works boys. Come on Harry, get your ass moving! You're meant to be in front. We've gotta seize…" Came Brynden over the comm.
"Jetti! Sundari is ours! Anyone who went for a weapon is dead, most have surrendered." Another Mandalorian called, pulling the wrench wielding Mando off his victim.
"They've surrendered."
"But…"
"They're more. But not here…Pull yourself together. I swear cousin, you've inherited the blood-craze of the clan."
"Aye, inherited banther shit for any useful skills."
"Gentlemen, we can discuss your inherited or lack of inherited skills or whatnot later. Right now we have a job to do." Harry snapped. Then with the aid of the force, Harry launched himself into the air, sailing through the biodome. As the Mandalorian liberators rushed forwards, more civilians began to join in. Soon enough they had reached the hangar bay where TIE Fighters and Mandalorian Fighters were parked, although the latter appeared to be clamped.
However, without being asked Mandalorians rushed around him and they set about releasing their downed fighters. Harry jumped into one, gunned the engine and took flight.
(Bo-Katan team)
Bo-Katan and Sabine had made it effortlessly into the Star Destroyer. As they entered, the holo-vids were recording and it was Sabine who hacked them and it was on the Destroyer that Katan had ignited the Darksaber.
As the Star Destroyer team ventured into the Star Destroyer the 'Pride of Saxon'. As they entered the Destroyer, they were met with fierce resistance. However, despite the resistance the tide slowly turned in the favour of the Mandalorians as a score of Mandalorian fighters landed in the hangar. Or in Harry's case, deployed Mandalorians from the fighter inside before somehow performing a set of manoeuvres that should have destroyed the ship inside a Star Destroyer before rocketing back out.
"Did he…"
"Yep."
"How…"
"He's known to throw Assault Ships at Planetary Shields and park them on the lawn of the enemy." Stated Markus Rook, one of the few members of the surviving Vaunted Few. Markus was also a Mandalorian who had served alongside Harry back when Harry was an ill-tempered and volatile commander known for executing subordinates for being willing to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of civilians for the price of a mile of ground.
"You'll not find a commander or leader like him. He's not one to give orders from the back or out of the overall fight. You're gonna find him barking orders in a drop-pod or grav-chute amongst the first wave…Him, and his clone troopers the 777th became known as the 'Death Guard'. All of them certified insane and insanely good at their jobs. That was being bleeding tough, issued with blaster rifle, pistol and close combat weapon and were trained in all manner of common and uncommon heavy weaponry. We didn't have a lot of mechanised support, which made us very vulnerable to open battlefields but we dug ourselves in. Anyone who was able to walk, was a walking wounded fighter. We told ourselves and conditioned ourselves to stand unwaveringly against our foes and to attack systematically and when applicable from all angles."
Sabine quickly found the Duchess and her hear skipped a beat. "So, Sabine Wren…the prodigy, the coward and traitor…"
"Tiber Saxon, Dar'manda and ineffective lapdog of the Empire. So eager to advance your clan that you forget your roots." Sabine retorted.
Tiber smirked "Oh you naïve girl, did you honestly think that it would be this easy?" With that he pressed a button and concealed turrets dropped down and locked onto the Mandalorians.
"You did good. Trying to dissemble and destroy your notes on the Duchess. However, you under estimated the Moff in charge of this Sector. He took immense interest in your project and under our own initiatives recreated the Duchess. That was my work, but these turrets…well they're his. Allow me to demonstrate."
With that one turret turned and targeted one of the Mandalorian Fighters, it took two minutes but the ship exploded "As I thought, my countrymen put Beskar on our Star Fighters…"
"My Knight was right…You have forgotten who you are. As Mand'alor, Clan Saxon will be erased from existence." Bo-Katan declared. Tiber snorted "How will I? When every Mandalorian here will be reduced to ash!"
As Tiber declared that the Duchess began to power up and the wall next to an AT-AT exploded. There was the unmistakable sound of metal grating on metal, the smell of Tibanna gas igniting and a battered, bent but still working Davaab Starfighter was intruding on the hangar bay. As the Mandalorians recovered and dived for cover, four lightsabers were heard igniting and ever so slowly Harry crawled from the ship. "Tiber, you son of a bitch, you're facing me; Mandalorian Knight Potter Collector of Titles, but the one you might know be of 'Commander of the Death Guard'."
Tiber gulped "You! You should be dead."
Harry chuckled "She looks at me and swipes left. You however, she's very interested in. You could say I'm her messenger, valet, collector and all-around dogsbody."
Tiber smirked "You're wearing Beskar…Before I kill Mand'alor, I'll make an example of you."
Harry removed his helmet "It's an energy weapon…Tell you what Tiber, Governor of Mandalore. One shot from the Duchess at me at full capacity."
"Is that right! Are you insane?" Shouted Saxon.
"Yeah correct. Insane? I'll get back to you on that. I'm saying this to put a stop to any stupid, moronic, idiotic, evil monologues that could be written by any Dark Lord or wannabe Tyrant, because I have a million better things to do…"
"Like?"
"Settle down, have a family and slowly spit-roast you over a molecular shredding fire whilst turning your innards into ornaments, showing what Mandalorian Knights do to traitors…So let me repeat this slowly so we have no miscommunication. Your Arc Generator vs Me, as hard as it can."
"You'll be feeling oblivion!" Called Sabine.
"That or disappointment. It's up to Saxon to flip that coin."
Tiber went red with rage "Fine…" He turned to the AT-DP "Focus on the Jetti. Full power."
The coil began to spin and whirl and then like a bolt of lightning the discharge zoomed across the hangar slamming into Harry's chest. Upon the point of contact the generator began to smoke, burn and suddenly explode. Harry collapsed to one knee, the Beskar smoking "Disapointment it is then…" Submerging himself in the force, he lifted a smoking, burnt hand "…Here's mine." His one desire to send Tiber back. The force reacted and a visible orb of pure energy slammed into the governor and his two bodyguards.
Saxon had no chance to scream as the raw energy carbonised his Durasteel and turned Saxon's body into a pyroclastic statue. Harry groaned but got to his feet, his armour in ruins with his burns and scars all from either his previous life or as his time in the theatre of war. "Mandalorian Knight Potter, reporting for duty Mand'alor."
Bo-Katan chuckled and removed her helmet "Stand down. You have no need to prove yourself to your fellow Mando'a anymore. You may have been accepted into Clan Wren and House Viszla but I, Bo-Katan Mand'alor the Breaker recognise you as a Mandalorian. If not in blood but most assuredly in spirit and action. Spirit and actions count for more than blood, rest assured Harry Potter that any children of yours will be Mandalorians. Rest, repair your armour, heal your spirit for you are my most senior Jetti, the Master of my Knights Counsel, Knight-Commander of the Jetti Knight Academy."
As Bo-Katan spoke those words, another mantle of power settled around Harry, the sleek silver unadorned Mandalorian armour save the Wren Family crest suddenly quartered; it was now silver and black and on the shoulders was the Mythosaur beneath a golden lightsaber crossed with the darksaber.
Harry nodded, he didn't feel good "Permission to collapse."
It was Ursa who spoke "Granted." With that Harrys eyes glazed over and as his legs buckled, Sabine caught him as before he hit the ground.
"Thanks…I'll…e…yo…in…bit." With that Harry lost consciousness.
