A Deal is a Deal

Nar Shadaa

The infamous moon of Nal Hutta, the home planet of the Hutts, was one of the perfect cesspools for criminals, pirates, and less than likeable Bounty Hunters. With its green sky giving an ominous look and the tall buildings looking down on everyone, one cannot help but feel intimidated. The most, intimidating part, however, was not the buildings or the sky, but rather the moon's inhabitants.

Everywhere there is a weapons depot, shuttle repair bays, and cantinas and each of them serve some of the most dangerous beings in the galaxy. Species from all over gather, as they consider it a safe haven for the scum of the galaxy, seeing as how no one wants to stir up trouble with the Hutts, except maybe the Empire.

There was one figure, however, who was not intimidated in the slightest. One who walked with a purpose as he carried a briefcase in one of his hands.

This figure walked along the path down below, barely paying attention to one of the many cantina fights that he heard. This figure was human and based on the build was male, but wore an armor that covered his entire body, save few a gaps on his joints where you can see fabric. The armor he wore was dark blue, but had yellow stripes on his shoulder pads and chest plate, going across from his chest before moving downward to his abdomen. The most distinguishing feature of his armor, however, was his helmet and jet pack hooked on his back. The helmet was dark blue like the rest of his armor and had a T-shaped visor with a yellow outline around the visor.

Everyone who was in his path gave him a wide berth as they knew what he was, and they did not want to get on his bad side.

A Mandalorian.

He and his race were said to be the most deadliest warriors in the galaxy. Armor made of Beskar, a wide range and skill set of weapons, and a combat prowess unlike any other.

The Mandalorian kept on walking, not even sparing anyone he passed a glance as he had only one destination in mind. He turned a corner along the the path he was walking and saw what looked like a space port. He pulled out a circular device and pressed a button on the side, displaying a holographic image with numbers and letters.

"This is the the place." The Mandalorian said before he walked inside.

The interior of the port had various equipment and ship parts along the walls, with a few droids carrying some supplies off. There was no roof, as the building had a large circular opening to allow ships to take off and land inside. The Mandalorian didn't focus on any of that, though, as his sole focus was on the ship that was being worked on over at the edge of the port.

The ship was pretty large, being 32 meters long, 13 meters high, and had a wingspan of 30 meters, and along the wings was a pair of oversized engines. It had a green and white color scheme with red stripes along the hull and wings.

the Mandalorian looked towards the side of the ship and noticed someone, a member of the Quarren race, with a welding torch working on the side of the ship.

"Are you Devoe?" The Mandalorian asked.

The Quarren stopped working on the ship and looked at the Mandalorian curiously. "Depends. Do I owe you credits?"

"No." The Mandalorian said simply.

"Then Devoe I am." Devoe said as he placed his tools down and walked up to him. "You must be the buyer of this fine vessel."

"Is this it?" The Mandalorian asked as he glanced at the ship.

"An Amphibious Interstellar Assault Transport vessel, or AI-AT for short. Perfect for transporting cargo, or another ship if your adventurous, already equipped with a hyperdrive engine, only requires one pilot, and as an added bonus four speeder bikes. Nearly cost me a tentacle trying to get it." Devoe answered as he stroked his tentacle-like beard. "The cost is going to be very pricey for fine piece of work like this."

The Mandalorian didn't say anything as he placed the briefcase he was holding on top of a cargo crate. Devoe walked up and opened the briefcase to reveal a nicely organized stack of credits. Devoe was practically salivating as he looked at the riches before him before closing the case and holding it in his hands.

"Yep, I'd say this should about cover it." Devoe said as he looked at the Mandalorian curiously. "A gathering of credits like this aren't acquired very easily."

"Took a lot of bounty hunting work to save up for this." The Mandalorian said. "Anyway, a deal is a deal."

Devoe looked at him for second before taking a few steps back. "Yeah, a deal is a deal."

All of a sudden, stepping out of the shadows throughout the space port were various mercenary and thugs with their weapons all trained on the Mandalorian. There were humans among them, but there were also a few Quarrens, Rodians, and even a few Gamorrean guards with their battle axes in hand.

"I'm sorry about this, but Grakkus the Hutt came to me before you arrived and offered a better deal. He'd like to add this baby to his collection of antiques and who am I to say no to a Hutt?" Devoe explained casually.

"That ship belongs to the Mandalorian people." The Mandalorian said without a hint of fear from all the blasters on him.

"And my hearts bleed for them, but I just don't want to literally bleed." Devoe said as he stepped forward and inspected the armor the Mandalorian was wearing. "I heard Beskar, even a small amount, is worth a fortune, so imagine how much that armor would go for." Devoe brought out a knife and tapped it on the Mandalorian's helmet, enjoying the 'ding' it made. "I might be able to convince my friends to let you go if you, I don't know, give me that armor."

"That's not going to happen." The Mandalorian said strongly.

Devoe laughed and looked at him like he was crazy. "Look around you, Mando. You're outnumbered! I heard that Mandalorians were said to be the greatest warriors in the galaxy, but not even you can take us all on alone."

Even though no one can see his face, something just told Devoe that he was smirking underneath that helmet. "Good thing I'm not alone."

Suddenly, a blaster bolt from a distance hit one of the mercenaries in the chest, killing him instantly. All the mercenaries jumped in fright, which gave the Mandalorian the opportunity he needed to bring out his two WESTAR-35 blaster pistols and started firing as well, killing a few mercenaries himself. All the mercenaries took cover and returned fire, same as the Mandalorian as he took cover behind a crate and fired back as well.

Off in the distance, on top of a building across from the space port, another Mandalorian was lying on his stomach and looking through a scope over his helmet. This Mandalorian wore an armor with a different color scheme, with it being colored silver and had purple stripes along the carapace of his armor.

Right by his side, also laying on his stomach was a young teenage boy with sandy blonde hair, possibly fourteen or fifteen, wearing a blue shirt with a brown vest over it. He was using a sniper rifle and looked through the scope, eyeing the mercenaries as they fired at the Mandalorian on the ground.

"I got another one in my sights, Val." The young boy said.

"Remember, Markus, just breath in, focus your eyes on one target, and take the shot." The Mandalorian, now named Val, explained calmly.

"Right." Markus said as he took a deep breath and looked through the scope again. He spotted a Rodman about to fire at his comrade on the ground, but he fired first. The shot was straight and clean as it hit the Rodian right in the chest, causing him to fall dead. Markus smiled with pride as he looked towards Val. "I got him!"

"Nice work, kid." Val complimented before he looked at through the scope again. He spotted a few more mercenaries running along the roof of the ring of the space port. Val sighed as he stood up. "I think you're good enough to cover us, kid."

"You sure?" Markus asked as he took another shot.

"Yeah, I just gotta save Torian again. Finally get a one up on him." Val said good-naturedly.

"Actually, by my count, the score is 25 to 22 in his favor." Markus said with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever smart-ass." Val said with a chuckle before he took off in his jet pack.

Val landed on the roof and pulled out a Mandalorian Rifle and fired at a few mercenaries in his way before they could fire at his friend. The rest of the mercenaries on the roof soon noticed the newcomer Mandalorian and started firing at him. One of them fired at him with his pistol, hitting him in the chest plate, but the Beskar steel was too strong and caused the shot to bounce off, though it did push him back a bit.

Back on the ground in the space port, Torian stood back up from his crouched position and fired his dual pistols, hitting a few more mercenaries. He soon felt someone approaching from behind and looked to see one of the Gamorreans running towards him and swinging his axe at him. Torian rolled out of the way, while holstering one of his pistols. He reached behind his back and pulled out a sword, one that had a single curved cutting edge, with a handguard-protected grip.

The Gamorrean tried to swing his axe at him, but Torian ducked and sliced at him with his sword, which the Gamorrean parried with his axe. Torian then slashed upward and managed to cut the axe handle in half. The Gamorrean screeched in alarm as he backed up in fear, but Torian fired at him with his pistol, killing him. He then used the dead body as a shield to protect him from more blaster bolt fire from the remaining mercenaries on the ground.

After the body took a few hits he tossed it away and ran towards the them, firing his pistol every step of the way. He sliced at another mercenary with his sword and fired at two more, before glancing upward and saw Val doing alright with the mercenaries on the roof. He saw Val was doing well and killed a few more mercenaries with his rifles, but he didn't notice one of them sneaking up behind him with a club. Torian held up his pistol and aimed it carefully before firing, hitting the assailant in the head.

Val turned around when he heard the shot and saw the dead body of the mercenary behind him fell limp and over the edge of the roof. Val looked down and noticed Torian below, giving a light shrug.

Val sagged his shoulders slightly before giving a light sigh of frustration. "Show off." Val said.

The battle continued to rage on for a few more minutes as Markus continued sniping any newcomer mercenaries, Val shot down the last bit of mercenaries on the roof, and Torian sheathed his blade to hold both his WESTAR-35 blaster pistols and killed the ones in his sight. Pretty soon all was quiet as all the mercenaries were dead, and the two Mandalorians stood tall and strong, while Markus stood up from his position and raised his sniper in victory.

Val floated down with his jet pack and landed in front of Torian. "I think that makes us even." Val said.

"Oh no, I just saved your ass." Torian gloated. "By my count, the scores still in my favor."

"Give it time." Val said as he looked around. "Where is Devoe?"

Sure enough, they spotted Devoe come out of his hiding spot and made a beeline for the exit. Torian just raised his vambrace on his right arm and fired a grappling line, wrapping it around Devoe's legs and pulled him back, causing him to trip up. Torian hooked the cable to a horizontal pole and hanged Devoe by his feet upside down.

"No! No, please don't kill me!" Devoe exclaimed fearfully.

Torian just looked at him briefly before walking to the side, picking up the briefcase of credits, and placing it right below him. "A deal is a deal." Torian said simply before walking off.

"I'll go grab Markus." Val said as he took off into the air.

Torian just stood there next the AI-AT waiting for his comrades to return. Val did return with Markus in his arms before they stood next to Torian, but not before he gave the young boy a pat on the head and ruffled his hair a bit, much to Markus' embarrassment though secret pride. When all three of them gathered, Torian brought out a small device and pressed a button, causing a light to flash on and off.

They waited a few more minutes and soon a ship came flying above and landed in front of them. Compared to the AI-AT, this ship was pretty small with a length of 18 meters and had two horizontal wings that folded up vertically when it landed. This ship was a Mandalorian Aka'jor-clas shuttle.

When the shuttle landed, the ramp opened up, allowing the pilot of the shuttle to exit and like the others, he was a Mandalorian, however, this Mandalorian had an air of great importance around him, like a veteran soldier. His armor was pure silver color with a dark blue underclothes beneath his Beskar armor, and the visor had red coloring around it. The Mandalorian walked with a walking stick completely made out of metal and he wore a black cape over his shoulders with a golden emblem of the Mandalorians, the Mythosaur skull, stitched onto it.

"Forger." The three Mandalorians greeted with a nod.

"I see everything went smoothly." Forger said in strong voice, but had a hint of sarcasm as he glanced at the dead bodies.

"At least we've got the ship." Val gestured to the ship behind them.

"So what happened that caused all this trouble?" Forger asked.

"Well apparently Devoe made a deal with Grakkus the Hutt, to not only sell the ship, but also my Beskar armor." Torian explained.

Forger looked troubled, even though they couldn't see his face. "Then we must make haste. Their master will be wondering why they haven't notified him about his prize." Forger said as he glanced at Markus. "Young one, hook the cables onto the shuttle. Bring it into the ship."

"Right away." Markus said as ran back to the shuttle.

"So..." Forger said as he looked back at the two Mandalorians. "How did he do?"

"In truth..." Val said as he removed his helmet, revealing to have light skin and short brown hair. "The kid did exceptionally well."

"I honestly think he's ready." Torian said as he removed his helmet to reveal his slightly tanned skin with reddish-brown hair. "I believe he's more than ready to earn his keep."

"I agree." Forger said in agreement with a nod. "I believe that he is close to completing the Verd'goten. We will begin the preparations when the time is right. In the meantime, we have to keep moving and bring this ship her."

"I hope she appreciates what we did to get this thing." Val said with a slight chuckle before stopping when Forger stepped up close.

"We do this for our people, not for glory or recognition." Forger said strongly as he looked at both of them. "This is the way."

"This is the way." Torian and Val repeated dutifully.

"This shuttle will be beneficial into brining supplies and food to the Mandalorian people while under the Empire's thrall." Forger stated as he glanced at the shuttle while Markus launched a couple of cables from the shuttle and pulled it into the cargo bay of the AI-AT.

"Maybe we can join the resistance and deliver the shuttle to them, the Nite Owls." Torian suggested. "A vessel like this could really help in the effort to liberating our people from the Empire."

"So long as Gar Saxon is Viceroy and his clan controls the system, and the other clans remain divided, this is all we can do for now." Forger said wisely.

"We get it. Every little bit helps." Val said in understanding.

It was then that Markus came by with a smile on his face. "Shuttle is in the transport. We should be all set to go."

"Very good, then let us be off." Forger said as they all boarded the ship and closed the cargo bay doors.

Each of the younger Mandalorians went to the bridge of the ship and took a different station, with Torian taking the pilot station. Forger did not join them as he went to prepare his quarters, setting up shop for his work.

Forger was not a name just for show, as they all knew his role as an armorer for the Mandalorian creed. With a steady supply of Beskar steel, he can forge the necessary weapons and armor a full-fledged Mandalorian may need.

"What do you think, Markus? Think you can work with systems like this?" Val asked at his station as he looked towards the young boy

"Are you kidding? It's like riding your first speeder bike." Markus said with excitement as he pressed a few buttons.

Soon the transport ship lifted up off the ground and exited the space port before making it's way out of the atmosphere of Nar Shadaa and seeing the stars of the galaxy.

"Wow, for an old piece of junk she sure flys smoothly." Markus said in amazement.

"Hyperdrive will take sometime to calibrate before we make the jump to light speed." Torian said as he made a few calibrations before standing up and picking up his helmet. "Hey Val, think you can man the pilot seat for minute?"

"No problem." Val said as he took Torian's seat up front.

"I'm going to do a little exploring." Markus said as he exited the bridge along with Torian.

Torian and Markus split up and went in their own separate directions within the ship. Torian walked down a hallway before coming to stop at a door where the faint sound of metal impacting metal could be heard.

"Forger, it's me." Torian called out.

"Enter."

The door slid open and Torian entered the room and sat down in front of a table, placing his helmet on the side. Forger has really made himself at home, as his room was already decorated with the walls having various weapons. And at the center of the room was already a forge set up, which can create flames hot enough to meltdown Beskar, and Forger can mold it into any weapon or armor piece he wants.

Speaking of, Forger was over at a workbench and hammering away at a slab of Beskar, working hard at his latest project. He paused at his work before glancing at Torian. "What troubles you?"

Torian didn't answer at first, as he wasn't how to say what he needed to say, but he soon found his voice. "It's just...we do this for our people, and yet I feel like we haven't made that much of a difference."

"You feel as if we should be doing more." Forger stated.

"The Empire is ransacking our home, our people, our culture, and I think if we can try and convince the other clans to rise up, we can free Mandalore from Gar Saxon and we can save our people." Torian said strongly.

Forger said nothing as he walked away from his workbench and towards a chest he had to the side. He opened the chest and pulled out what looked like a metal ball and placed it on the table. Torian picked it up and inspected it.

"Tell me what this is." Forger said as he sat across from Torian.

"Beskar." Torian stated easily.

"And what does Beskar represent?" Forger asked.

"It represents our armor, our people, and how we do not conform to any authority, except to the call of our home of Mandalore." Torian stated.

Forger nodded, pleased with that answer. "This is the way."

"This is the way." Torian repeated.

"A time will come, when Mandalore will be free from the Empire, but the only way our people will truly unite is if they answer the call of the Mand'alor. Until then, our focus should be on our survival and the survival of our people." Forger said as he stood back up and went back to his work table. He paused for a second before glancing at Torian and, even though one can not see his face under the helmet, had a gentle look to him. "Do not let your need to redeem your Clan's honor cloud your mind to what truly matters."

Torian didn't say anything as he looked down in thought before getting back up and exiting the room. He walked throughout the ship for a bit, trying to get a feel for each location, before a communicator on his vambrace sounded off.

"Torian, are you there?" Markus' voice called from the other end.

"I'm here, kid. What's going on?" Torian asked curiously.

"I found something I think you should see." Markus said.

Curious, Torian walked off and followed the directions Markus gave him to find his location. When he finally got there, he appeared to be inside what looked like a medical bay, where gurneys and medical equipment laid around. There was even a healing tank over on the far side of the wall.

Markus walked up to him with an excited look on his face. "Glad you're here."

"So what's so special you had to show me, kid?" Torian asked curiously. "It just look like a standard med bay. With a ship this size that carries passengers, it's bound to have one."

"Yeah, but that's not the exciting part." Markus said as he walked to one of the gurneys, which had something on it, but you could not see it due to the tarp covering it up. "I did a little digging, trying to see what supplies we have and those we need, then I found this."

Markus unveiled the tarp to reveal what appeared to be a small silver and gold droid. This droid had no legs, short arms with grappling claws for hands, and two large lenses on its head to act as eyes and two smaller lenses vertical of each other in the middle.

"I've never seen a droid model like this before." Markus said with his voice laced with excitement.

"I think I've heard of this model before." Torian said as he inspected the droid with great interest. "They're called IM-6 units. Medical droids that were used during the time of the Republic and during the Clone Wars."

"Think you might be able to fix it?" Markus asked. "Having a medical droid on board could come in handy."

"Let me see..." Torian said as he opened a panel in the droids chassis.

Some of the wires were a little loose and some parts on it's body looked a little worse for wear, but Torian was confident he could get it working. After a few minutes of cross wiring and a good patch work, Torian closed the panel.

"Alright, let's see if that'll work." Torian said as he crossed his arms.

The two of them waited for a few seconds before the two large lenses of the droid light up and it began to float in the air, no doubt due to repulsorlift technology. It looked at its surrounding for second before it set its sights on the two Mandalorians before it.

"Hello there." The droid greeted in a female voice.

"Greetings." Torian said back.

"Nice to meet you." Markus said with a big smile.

"So, what are you exactly?" Torian asked curiously. "You're not like any droid model I've seen before."

"I am an IM-6 medical droid. My Unit number is LV-1." The medical droid answered. "My primary function is to heal all crew members of this vessel. Are you the new members of this crew for this ship?"

"That's correct." Torian answered.

"Then I hope I will perform my directive perfectly." LV-1 said. "Unit LV-1 is at your service."

"Nope, that's not gonna fly with this crew." Markus said suddenly.

"I do not understand." LV-1 said with confusion.

"If you're gonna be flying with us, you're going to need a real name." Markus said strongly.

"A name?" LV-1 said with even more confusion.

"Markus, it's a droid, not a pet." Torian lightly scolded.

"She is still a part of our crew now, so we should give her a name." Markus said as he closed his eyes in deep thought. "LV-1...L...V...1...how about Levi?"

"Levi?" LV-1 questioned with a tilt to the head.

"Well it was the only thing I could come up with at the top of my head." Markus said sheepishly.

"Levi...I rather like it." Levi said with a genuine hint of joy.

Torian sighed before ruffling Markus' hair. "Alright, but it's your responsibility to look after this thing." Torian said as he walked off.

"But your the one who said it wasn't a pet." Markus called out.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to name her." Torian said with a smirk.

All of sudden, the ship began to rock when an explosion was heard outside the hull of the ship. Torian and Markus almost lost their footing, but they managed to regain it. The two of them looked each other in they eyes full of surprise before they gained a look of seriousness. They both ran out of the med bay and back inside the bridge, where they saw Val working hard at the pilot seat.

"What's going on?!" Torian exclaimed.

"We're being attacked, that is what's going on!" Val exclaimed when the ship got hit again.

Torian and Markus looked outside through the viewing windows and saw what was attacking them. It was an incredibly large ship, even compared to their AI-AT, with it being over 1,300 meters long, with a large hull and a spiked protrusion on the bottom, and had a black design with red outlines. Flying around them were starfighters with spiked fins on top and were flying around shooting them with laser cannons.

"What is that thing?" Markus said in both awe and horror.

"I don't know." Torian said with a troubled look on his face. "It's a dreadnaught of some kind, but it's not a model I've ever seen before." Another explosion occurred and shook the ship a bit.

"Val, what's going on?!" Forger called out over the comms.

"We're under attack by a dreadnaught of some kind! Shields are holding, but I'm not sure for how long! I'm trying to make the jump to lightspeed, but it's going to take time!" Val exclaimed before turning back to the other two on the bridge. "Get to the turrets and keep those fighters off me for as long as you can!"

"We're on it!" Torian said with he and Markus running off to their stations.

Both of them manned a turret and primed up their targeting systems before they started firing back with the two frontal turrets. Every time one fighter got close, it would get shot down by either Torian or Markus. A few ships did slip past them and fired back, but their shields still held strong. Two more flew right by them, but Torian had them in his sights as he fired and destroyed them both.

When couple tried to fire at them in the rear end of the ship, a third turret popped out and fired at them before they could even attack. The one who manned this turret was Forger, and he was expertly shooting them down with only one shot each.

Markus turned his turret around and fired, destroying another fighter in the process, but he didn't have time to rest as more of them just flew by and fired at them. "Whoever these guys are, they sure are relentless!" Markus said in frustration.

Meanwhile, inside the Dreadnaught...

A lone figure, wearing all black and had a cape over their shoulder, watched the battle through a large viewing window on the bridge. They observed the battle very keenly, their eyes not even looking away in the slightest. Around her on the bridge were over two dozen crew members, each of them managing a station and communicating with either other crewmen, or the fighters attacking.

A technician walked up to the figure from behind and stood at attention. "My lady, our fighters are crippling their shields immensely, our scanners have picked up that they are preparing to jump to lightspeed."

The figured stayed silent for a moment before finally speaking through a filtered voice. "Fire the Ion missiles. We cannot afford them to escape." The figure said with a female voice.

"At once, my lady." The technician before running off to give the order.

Back in the Space Battle...

The battle raged on as the AI-AT tried to fly away in order to get away, but the over three dozen fighters were still on their tail. Torian, Markus, and Forger fired at them as much as they could.

Markus fired at one coming in from the right, but paused when he spotted the Dreadnaught turning in their direction. "Oh, that's not good." Markus muttered before accessing the comms. "Uh, guys that thing is doing something!"

"Val, we need that jump to lightspeed now!" Torian exclaimed as he destroyed another fighter.

"Almost...got it..." Val said with gritted teeth as he flipped a few more switches before everything started to light up. "Yes! Making the jump to lightspeed!"

"FIRE!" The black cloaked figure exclaimed as the Dreadnaught fired a couple missiles that left a blue taillight.

The missiles were coming up on the rear end of the AI-AT and Forger saw them coming. He tried to fire at them, but they were too slippery that they managed to avoid getting shot at.

"Preparing the jump in 3...2...1..." Val said as he got ready to flip the lightspeed switch.

The Ion missiles came closer and closer as Forger failed to shoot them down.

"Now!" Val exclaimed as he flipped the switch.

That was in the exact moment the Ion missiles impacted the ship.

BANG!

An electrical surge went throughout the AI-AT when the missiles impacted, sending sparks of electricity through the entire hull. The Mandalorians inside had to let go of the controls within each of their stations as they also surged with electricity.

Val looked at the controls and paled at what he saw. "Uh oh." Val muttered before he accessed the comms. "The Hyperdrive engine is overloading! Prepare for-"

VWOOOOOOM!

The AI-AT soon zipped off into lightspeed, but instead of disappearing regular at high speeds, it left behind a green ring of electricity in its wake.

The black-cloaked woman remained silent as she watched the ship disappear in the distance. Her gloved hand soon squeezed so much with rage that it shook. All of the technicians on the bridge remained silent as they did not want to anger her in any way.

One of them did gain the courage and stepped forward. "Um...Ma'am...we appeared to have lost them...for now, I mean." He said that last part quickly. "We just need to trace their trajectory and we can narrow down our search on their location."

The cloaked woman said nothing for second, making the technician take breath of relief.

Schlick!

The technician gasped as he looked down to see a metal dagger imbedded into his chest, with the black-cloaked woman's arm outstretched. The technician fell to the floor dead, with everyone looking on in fear.

The cloaked woman soon walked out, but not before speaking out loud for everyone to hear. "Find the Mandalorians, or join him on the floor!" With that said, she left the bridge, leaving everyone working frantically.

/

The Mandalorians all screamed in discomfort as they travelled through the lightspeed tunnel, but instead of it being the usual blue tunnel, it was a mix of various colors shining brightly that it was almost blinding.

What's...happening?!" Torian exclaimed.

"Hang on! I'll try and get us out of lightspeed!" Val exclaimed as he tried to reach to reach for the controls, but the inertia from their speed was making it difficult.

Val finally managed to slam his hand onto the controls, and it brought the ship out of lightspeed. When they were finally able to see again, each of them looked through their own viewing windows and managed to see they were pretty close to a planet. The planet appeared to have a large variety of ocean, with quite a few large land masses.

Markus breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped down in his seat. "Well. I'm glad that's over."

"Yes, you did good work, Val." Forger said.

"That's what makes me the better pilot." Val gloated with a good natured chuckle.

"That's debatable." Torian retorted, causing everyone to give a chuckle in return.

Val soon noticed an alarm goin off on the bridge, and then the ship began to shake as it began to rapidly approach the planet. "Uh oh." Val said as he rapidly worked the controls.

Torian heard that over the comms and gained a worried look on his face. "What do you mean 'uh oh?'"

"Our engines are shot and we are caught in that planet's gravitational pull!" Val exclaimed as he pressed a few buttons, but grunted in frustration. "The best I can do is transfer some power into the forward shields!"

"So what does that mean?!" Markus exclaimed.

"It means prepare for crash landing." Forger said calmly, but still had a hint of worry.

The AI-AT fell right towards the mysterious planet with it being coated in heat due to the rapid descent, but it's shielding managed to hold it together. Val worked the controls and tried to pull the ship upwards, so that they could actually survive the crash. Everyone inside braced as they had no idea if they were going to survive or not, but they're still Mandalorians, and they will not go down without a fight.

/

Jon Snow looked up into the night sky as he stood at his post in one of the lookout towers of Winterfell. It was the end of dinner time back at the castle, but he didn't eat with his siblings, on the account that he didn't want to suffer the uneasy feeling of Lady Catelyn Stark glaring daggers.

Things in Winterfell were always tough for him, what with him being the bastard son Edward Stark, some considered him a blight and a disgrace on the Stark legacy, a couple being Catelyn and his sister Sansa. Though it wasn't all bad, as his father, Edward Stark, and the rest of his siblings Robb, Bran, Rickon, and Arya, all loved him as if they were fully related and tried to make him feel at home.

This place, however, he feels will never truly be his home. His father may have constantly told him that he was a Stark, even if he did not carry the name, but he knew that he will never be truly accepted among the family.

There was one place where felt he he truly belonged.

"It's a cold night tonight."

Jon smiled as he turned around and spotted his father, Ned Stark, climbing up the lookout tower and standing beside him.

"It's cold every night in the North." Jon said, causing them both to chuckle.

"I didn't see you at dinner." Ned said as he glanced at him.

"I felt like I should have taken the watch tonight." Jon explained, though Ned could tell he had an uneasy look on his face. "I'm sure Robb and Arya have left me some leftovers in the kitchen. I'll get some when the sift changes."

Jon may have tried to hide it, but Ned could see what the real problem was. "It's Cat again, isn't it?" Ned asked, and though Jon didn't answer Ned could tell by the slight cringe in his facial features. He'll have to talk to Cat again, but he already knew it probably won't make a difference. He noticed Jon looking off in the distance, and he knew where that direction led to. "Robb told me that you were thinking of taking the Black."

Jon was silent for a moment before nodding his head. "It's the only place where a bastard like me belongs. It's the only place where I can actually be of use." Jon explained.

Ned turned Jon to face him and placed a hand comforting hand on his shoulder. "You are of my blood. Winterfell is your home as it is any Stark." Ned said with a smile.

Jon smiled as well, as he knew that his father loved as his other children and always tried to make him feel wanted, but it still wouldn't change his mind. His place was at the Wall, with his uncle Benjen.

Jon then gained a contemplative look on his face before speaking. "Father, could you please tell me about my mother?"

Ned soon gained an uneasy look as he tried to find the right words to say. "Jon, I..." Ned paused from speaking and turned his head in multiple directions in confusion. "Do you hear that?"

Jon was confused, but the silence allowed him to hear what his father was hearing. It sounded like continuous thunder or wind, but it couldn't be the former as there wasn't a cloud in the sky this night. Jon looked off in the distance, and couldn't see anything on the outskirts of the forests.

It wasn't until he looked up into the sky when Jon had a look of awe and horror. "By the old gods..." Jon murmured in shock. Ned looked in the same direction he was looking and he to gained the same look as his son.

A large ball of fire was falling from the sky and was getting louder the closer it came. Ned pulled Jon down and covered him with his body in an attempt to protect him from whatever that thing was, while also keeping an eye on it. When the ball of fire passed right over Winterfell and continued it's angled descent in the distance, Ned could see that beneath the flames, it looked like what ever it was, was made out of metal and had wings of some kind.

Ned and Jon stood back up and watched it continue to glide across the North, but then when it descended out of their sights, they heard a rumbling noise and they felt the ground shake for a brief moment.

"Seven hells..." Jon whispered before looking at his father. "Father...what in the old gods names was that?"

"I do not know, Jon." Ned said before he gained as serious look on his face as he and Jon climbed down the lookout tower. "Prepare a scouting party! We're riding out at first light!"

Jon nodded and went to do as his lord and father commanded. Ned continued to have that troubled expression on his face as he wasn't sure exactly what he saw, but he needed to find out.

However, he couldn't shake the feeling that something big was coming, something that would change Westeros for everyone.

'Winter is Coming.'

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Hello everybody, and welcome to my newest story.

I have been binge watching the Mandalorian show on Disney+ over and over again and I really wanted to do a story involving my own set of Mandalorians. These Mandalorians are actually not based off of Din Djarin, more like the ones from Clone Wars and Rebels, where they are honorable warriors but they are allowed to remove their helmets. I also really like Game of Thrones and I really wanted to do a story with it, and I think them being introduced to dangers of Star Wars can really shake things up.

Now, for the timeline of this story, it's going to take place months before Robert comes to Winterfell, because I want the Mandalorian OC's to get acclimated into the world of Westeros.

However, when it comes to the Star Wars timeline, it's going to take place around 8 BBY (Before the Battle of Yavin). Also, the lore for the Mandalorian culture is heavily inspired by the Legends timeline, but this is Star Wars Canon. The reason why I'm doing this is because researching Mandalorian culture has been just an amazing ride and I really want to write down how amazing the Mandalorians are from the things I have researched.

I will also like to point out the pairings for this story has already been settled, so please no suggestions.

Pairings:

Sansa Stark x Markus

Daenerys Targaryen x Val

Tyene Sand x Torian

That's all I have to say at the moment. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you all next time. Stay healthy and stay safe!