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Introduction: First of all I'd like to thank starphoenix23 for reviewing, it is greatly appreciated. All right, this next chapter, to give a brief summary will focus primarily on character development, so don't expect any action in this chapter. Sorry action fans.
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Chapter 2: The Outcast and the Mercenary
Jango sat alone in the medical lab aboard the Mandalore flagship, the Huntress. Jango looked around while sitting up in bed holding his bandaged leg with his right hand. "You should not irritate the wound any further, sir." A metallic female voice came from another room, the clan's very own medical droid.
"I'll survive." Jango shot back looking at the medical droid through the doorway irritated at it's nagging.
The droid itself was a rather small humanoid shaped design, two green glowing eyes, the rest of it was a dull gray however. Jango gazed out the window by his bed and marvelled at the stars, he always wanted to leave his homeworld and explore the galaxy, he wanted adventure. Jango pushed some of his dark brown hair away from his brown eyes and continued to look out the window. A minute later the medical bay door opened and a man stepped in. Jango looked to the visitor to see a tall man, about 5'8", step inside. Jango observed him further, he had black hair and gray eyes and a light complexion, he seemed to have an emotionless look on his face. He looked at Jango and smiled a bit. "You haven't seen me outside of my armor yet have you? I'm sure you can recognize my voice." The man said with his slight Corsucant accent.
"Jaster?" Jango asked.
"Well done." Jaster answered "So, are you feeling any better?" He asked with slight concern in his voice.
"Does it matter?" Jango asked in an annoyed tone at being treated like a child, even though he knew himself he was one.
"You are a guest in the presence of my clan Jango, the least you could do is show some respect." Jaster said back with an angry expression on his face.
"Sorry, sir..." Jango shot back looking down calmly with a slight presence of sarcasm in his voice.
Jaster looked down and shakes his head and smiles a bit. He looked back at Jango with a serious expression, a few moments of silence passed. "Listen Jango, I'm sorry about your parents I know it must be hard for you. I went through a similar situation as you when I got word that my father was killed in battle. He was the previous Commander of the Mandalore mercenary clan, Dergiss Mereel."
"What about your mother?" Jango asked with a curious look on his face.
"My father told me she died when giving birth, in all honesty I don't know how much of that is true, and I guess I'll never know." Jaster answered with an emotionless tone.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Jango replied.
"Don't be, what has passed has passed, we must look at matters now and matters in the future, there is no time to dwell upon things that have already occured."
"I'm an orphan now, I guess I could return to my family's farm but there would be nothing there considering it was destroyed in an attack by those other guys..." Jango said looking down, sad.
"Those other guys, are our rivals, the Death Watch. They have been at war with us for generations, rivals for work. Their leader is Farik Goron, a real nasty piece of work, I guess you could say we Mandalores are also cold hearted killers but we never raised our weapons to civillians. Don't you have any friends that could take you in?"
"No... I had no friends, I was always worried about going outside... You know, in case they showed up."
"Who is they?" Jaster asked with an interested look on his face.
"Our farm wasn't far from the city, so we often had gangs from the city around our property."
"I see..."
"I was always alone, well except for my parents, but they were the only ones who actually cared about me." Jango added.
Silence once again returns for a few moments then Jaster broke the silence. "I know what it is like to grow up alone, I was raised with this very fleet right here, everyone was older than me."
"When did you start training to be a member of this clan?" Jango asked with a curious look.
"When I was sixteen. My father said that I had the blood of a Mereel and that I would eventually be the next Commander of the Mandalorian clan. He was right... I was promoted to Commander right after he died, I was about twenty one then. That was" A few moments of silence pass as Jaster collects his thoughts "about five years ago. I have led this clan ever since."
"Is this Goron guy skilled at his work?" Jango asked.
"Very, that is why the Death Watch have been our rivals for generations. Don't get any ideas for revenge kid, Farik is not a guy to mess with, I've seen him in action."
Tears start to form in Jango's eyes and he shouted at Jaster "I don't care how dangerous he is! He killed my family and destroyed my home! I will find him and kill him whether you decide to help or not!" After finishing Jango quickly wiped away his tears.
Jaster looks at Jango with an expression that showed he was thinking about something. After a minute he spoke "Okay, I don't want you to go off and get yourself killed, so tell you what Jango, you can join our clan if you wish. We'll train you and you and you can travel with us, and we can all fight together against Death Watch, possibly even end this long clan war. What do you say?"
Jango sniffed a bit then responded "Really? You'll take me in?"
"Sure, I'll take you in personally and raise you like a father would a son."
With that Jaster kneeled down beside Jango and the two hugged for a few moments. Jango Fett's many trials would begin here, when his foster father would sign him up as a Cadet for the mercenary clan known only as the Mandalores.
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Note: The father and son type relationship between Jango and Jaster will of course continue as Jaster shows Jango the tools of the trade to being a good mercenary in the next chapter. Until then, reviews will like last time be greatly appreciated.
Introduction: First of all I'd like to thank starphoenix23 for reviewing, it is greatly appreciated. All right, this next chapter, to give a brief summary will focus primarily on character development, so don't expect any action in this chapter. Sorry action fans.
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Chapter 2: The Outcast and the Mercenary
Jango sat alone in the medical lab aboard the Mandalore flagship, the Huntress. Jango looked around while sitting up in bed holding his bandaged leg with his right hand. "You should not irritate the wound any further, sir." A metallic female voice came from another room, the clan's very own medical droid.
"I'll survive." Jango shot back looking at the medical droid through the doorway irritated at it's nagging.
The droid itself was a rather small humanoid shaped design, two green glowing eyes, the rest of it was a dull gray however. Jango gazed out the window by his bed and marvelled at the stars, he always wanted to leave his homeworld and explore the galaxy, he wanted adventure. Jango pushed some of his dark brown hair away from his brown eyes and continued to look out the window. A minute later the medical bay door opened and a man stepped in. Jango looked to the visitor to see a tall man, about 5'8", step inside. Jango observed him further, he had black hair and gray eyes and a light complexion, he seemed to have an emotionless look on his face. He looked at Jango and smiled a bit. "You haven't seen me outside of my armor yet have you? I'm sure you can recognize my voice." The man said with his slight Corsucant accent.
"Jaster?" Jango asked.
"Well done." Jaster answered "So, are you feeling any better?" He asked with slight concern in his voice.
"Does it matter?" Jango asked in an annoyed tone at being treated like a child, even though he knew himself he was one.
"You are a guest in the presence of my clan Jango, the least you could do is show some respect." Jaster said back with an angry expression on his face.
"Sorry, sir..." Jango shot back looking down calmly with a slight presence of sarcasm in his voice.
Jaster looked down and shakes his head and smiles a bit. He looked back at Jango with a serious expression, a few moments of silence passed. "Listen Jango, I'm sorry about your parents I know it must be hard for you. I went through a similar situation as you when I got word that my father was killed in battle. He was the previous Commander of the Mandalore mercenary clan, Dergiss Mereel."
"What about your mother?" Jango asked with a curious look on his face.
"My father told me she died when giving birth, in all honesty I don't know how much of that is true, and I guess I'll never know." Jaster answered with an emotionless tone.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Jango replied.
"Don't be, what has passed has passed, we must look at matters now and matters in the future, there is no time to dwell upon things that have already occured."
"I'm an orphan now, I guess I could return to my family's farm but there would be nothing there considering it was destroyed in an attack by those other guys..." Jango said looking down, sad.
"Those other guys, are our rivals, the Death Watch. They have been at war with us for generations, rivals for work. Their leader is Farik Goron, a real nasty piece of work, I guess you could say we Mandalores are also cold hearted killers but we never raised our weapons to civillians. Don't you have any friends that could take you in?"
"No... I had no friends, I was always worried about going outside... You know, in case they showed up."
"Who is they?" Jaster asked with an interested look on his face.
"Our farm wasn't far from the city, so we often had gangs from the city around our property."
"I see..."
"I was always alone, well except for my parents, but they were the only ones who actually cared about me." Jango added.
Silence once again returns for a few moments then Jaster broke the silence. "I know what it is like to grow up alone, I was raised with this very fleet right here, everyone was older than me."
"When did you start training to be a member of this clan?" Jango asked with a curious look.
"When I was sixteen. My father said that I had the blood of a Mereel and that I would eventually be the next Commander of the Mandalorian clan. He was right... I was promoted to Commander right after he died, I was about twenty one then. That was" A few moments of silence pass as Jaster collects his thoughts "about five years ago. I have led this clan ever since."
"Is this Goron guy skilled at his work?" Jango asked.
"Very, that is why the Death Watch have been our rivals for generations. Don't get any ideas for revenge kid, Farik is not a guy to mess with, I've seen him in action."
Tears start to form in Jango's eyes and he shouted at Jaster "I don't care how dangerous he is! He killed my family and destroyed my home! I will find him and kill him whether you decide to help or not!" After finishing Jango quickly wiped away his tears.
Jaster looks at Jango with an expression that showed he was thinking about something. After a minute he spoke "Okay, I don't want you to go off and get yourself killed, so tell you what Jango, you can join our clan if you wish. We'll train you and you and you can travel with us, and we can all fight together against Death Watch, possibly even end this long clan war. What do you say?"
Jango sniffed a bit then responded "Really? You'll take me in?"
"Sure, I'll take you in personally and raise you like a father would a son."
With that Jaster kneeled down beside Jango and the two hugged for a few moments. Jango Fett's many trials would begin here, when his foster father would sign him up as a Cadet for the mercenary clan known only as the Mandalores.
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Note: The father and son type relationship between Jango and Jaster will of course continue as Jaster shows Jango the tools of the trade to being a good mercenary in the next chapter. Until then, reviews will like last time be greatly appreciated.