2 weeks later…
"Alright Kor since this so-called wizard school seems to connect with the force to some extent, I thought you might want this." His father then reached into a pouch on the side of his leg, from it he pulled out a slim black and gold rod.
Var Ruhin handed the weapon to his son, "The lightsabre of Korssaro Ruhin, passed down to his son Chai Ruhin who passed it down to me and now… I am passing down to you." Kor slowly took the handle of the weapon and ignited the blade.
A brilliant beam of yellow shot out of the handle and then his father said, "Oh Kor you think that was cool." He then held the button down and then another beam of yellow came out of the other end of the handle.
"You must keep this close, Kor you cannot lose it, who knows what horrors could be at that school." Said Var.
"You can trust me dad, besides, it can't be that different from the schools on Mandalore I keep hearing about from Xia."
His father then said, "I have another surprise for you, come with me." His father beckoned him to a large door which was also bolted shut, "Since you are a Mandalorian like the rest of us it's time you get the proper equipment for it."
Kor then saw the door creak open and in the room was a small table, on that table was a suit of black and gold armour with a jetpack, and two Westar 35 blaster pistols. Kor could feel excitement bubbling within him as he ran his hand down the armour feeling the cold beskar steel.
"Go on give it a try, there's also an entire pack of vambraces for certain situations" His father said proudly. As Kor changed into the armour he felt like he was invincible and although he knew that he was wrong but either way he was becoming a true Mandalorian.
"Dad… I don't know what to say but where did you get this armour, this must have cost you thousands of credits!" he croaked, now his lungs were seeming to shut down from excitement.
"Yeah, it was a nightmare to get but I and your mother when she was alive put our credits towards this."
Kor then hugged his father, crying with tears of joy.
The next day he would set of to the city of London with the intention of buying his school equipment. When he got there, he found an alleyway where he could slowly put on his armour unnoticed, and then he put his finger to the side of his helmet and attempted a scan of the area.
Nothing but a small little tavern showed on the scan, the locals of the city did not seem to notice. Then incredibly slowly he began to sneak towards the tavern. Nobody seemed to see him.
Then he reached the entrance and slowly opened the old worm-eaten door. An overpowering smell of alcohol and other things filled his nostrils and made him want to vomit. However, the stench was not his only problem. All eyes in the tavern seemed to be on him, he took of his helmet and went to sit down at a drink ringed table in the corner. He looked around the room, the people who were staring at him seemed to return to their drinks like it was jedi business, except for one.
A thin spindly boy around his age with messy black hair and large glasses was staring at him, then his eyes shifted to a giant who was sitting right next to him who said in a booming but friendly voice, "Ere 'Arry what's the matter?" and then the boy whispered something into the giant's ear.
"Who him?" the giant boomed and the boy nodded.
The giant rose and slowly approached him, Kor looked at the towering behemoth in front of him and felt a horrible chill run down his spine.
"Ello there, what are ya doin' down there?" The giant asked.
"I'm just here to get my school supplies, do you know where to go?"
The giant smiled at him and replied, "Yeah, I do you just come over 'ere with 'Arry and I can show you two."
Kor picked up his helmet and moved over to the front of the bar and sat down and the messy haired boy asked, "Erm excuse me, but who are you?" Kor looked at him before replying.
"Well… My name is Kor Ruhin, and I am what is known as a Mandalorian."