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Introduction: It's been a while since my last chapter, first off I'd like to thank bountyhunter for the review. Anyway, about the story, it's been pretty much a simple story for the past few chapters, but it will get darker in the later chapters. As for this chapter, it will be a simple one, the funeral, and some description of the training Jango goes through with Jaster.
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Chapter 8: Fallen Comrades
Jango sat up on his bed pondering about what happened down on the moon the other day. Geris who had become a close friend with him during training is now dead, one of the four lost during the battle against the Death Watch. The interrogaters got some useful information out of the prisoners, after many generations of war between the two clans the hidden Death Watch primary base is now known. After slaughtering so many enemy mercenaries during the past battle Jango's thirst for revenge remained, he knew he would not be satisfied until Farik Goron was lying on the ground covered with blaster burns. After some further time of thought Jango stood up and walked out of his room, it was time for the funerals of the four.
Jango walked inside of a large chamber with the usual gray and silver colors in the room. Looking straight ahead he noticed a large tube with a glass surface, this is where the coffins are cast out into space. Daris stood in the front of the ground, his back facing a control panel of some sort. "Fellow Mandalores, today we say our final farewell to four of our fallen comrades. They fought bravely against the Death Watch and gave their lives for us all. Haris Ferit, Joff Ewuk, Kyui Konsk, and Geris Yamov. I trained them all and saw good skill in them all. They came far in our army, only to fall. They fought like true Mandalores, with skill and fearlessness." Montross stood in the middle of the crowd glaring at Daris, he quickly faced backwards and saw Jango, an angry expression drew across his face and he returned his gaze to Daris.
"Before we say our final farewell, Commander Mereel will give his speech." Daris finished walking away from the panel.
Jaster Mereel, in his off duty brown jacket and black pants walked up to the panel and faced the crowd. As he did this the members of the Mandalorian mercenary army looked upon him with great respect. Jaster gazed upon the crowd then began "As you know, this war has been going on for generations. We have always lost men to the Death Watch, they were all honored in the same way as well. These were not just other members of our army that we lost, these were our friends. Rest assured however, when we get enough credits and rescources to deliver a final blow to the Death Watch we shall be victorious. Haris Ferit, Joff Ewuk, Kyui Konsk, and Geris Yamov were all brave soldiers, let us never forget them, like we never forgot the brave warriors of the past. Let us press onward, into the future. It is time for us to say our final farewells to our comrades, and friends." Jaster finished then pressed a button on the panel, four coffins entered the tube through a door, the door shut behind them.
The coffins were medium sized, they were a dark silver and shined in what little light there was in the tube. Everyone in the room, including Jaster faced the coffins and gave a Mandalorian salute. He pressed another button and a cannon above the coffin in the front fired a blue beam and vaporized the coffin in the front, he did the same for the last three. The army stood squeezed together in silence for a few moments, then Jaster said "Alright, you are all dissmissed." Everyone exited the funeral room to return to duty, except Jango. He stood there for a minute, thinking about how the Death Watch are taking everything away from him, they took his parents and his home, now they're taking his friends. The door behind Jango opened, he turned around to face Montross. "What are you doing still in here kid? Shouldn't you be sucking up to Jaster?" Montross taunted.
"Mock me all you want Montross, I don't care what you think." Jango responded coldly.
"Hah!" Montross laughed "We'll see about that." He finished then walked out of the room.
Jango stood there for a few seconds looking at the door in which Montross left. Staring at it's cold metal surface seemed to make him cold as well. He left the room with an angry expression on his face.
Jango began his advanced training with Commander Jaster Mereel, Jaster trained him in all sorts of commanding techniques, he also tought Jango how to use the weapon of the Mandalore Commander, dual blaster pistols.The three years passed, the clan worked quietly underground always moving to hide their location, they knew that the Jedi were more than likely still hunting them. Over these three years the Mandalores gained enough money to aquire the rescources they would need to attack the Death Watch's primary base.
Jaster walked onto the bridge of The Huntress and spoke to the Captain. "Our final battle against the Death Watch is near Captain, we're going to need everyone ready, set our destination to Anoat, the hidden base is on one of the moons."
"Yes sir." was all the Captain said before walking over to different officers giving them instructions.
Jaster walked up to the window of the bridge and gazed upon the stars. They sparked same as always. "One gets tired of the stars after seeing them for so long..." Jaster whispered to himself. He then turned around and walked off the bridge. Everyone was going to be out there tomorrow, Jaster kept walking ahead wondering what they would do after this battle, have the Jedi given up on hunting them down for the murder of a governor? As he walked back to his room he realized that only time would tell...
It came evening and Jaster stood in small room with a small table in the center with a few outlying chairs occupied by the best of the clan. Jango who has shown excellent skill over the three years, Montross who was still as bitter but deadly as ever, Daris the trainer, and Verok the oldest Mandalore who worked for Jaster's father. Verok was a medium sized man who stood about 5'7" and wore brown robes of some sort he had hair gray with age and brown eyes. "Jaster your father would be proud to have seen you come this far and to end this long clan war." Verok said in his aged voice.
"What brilliant strategy do you have for us this time?" Montross said in his usual bitter and mocking tone.
"Can it Montross, the final battle against the Death Watch begins tomorrow and we need to cooperate to prevail." Jaster shot back.
"Of course... Commander." Montross replied coldly.
"So, what is your strategy?" Jango asked curiously.
"There are going to be two groups of attackers, the first attack force which will be a distraction and the second attack force will be a small group who will infiltrate the main base. That would be us." Jaster said.
"You are actually going to allow me to come with you? Surprise surprise." Montross said.
"Verok, I know you are, well, getting up there, you don't have to come if you dont want to." Jaster said facing Verok.
"Bah, worry not Jaster, I may be old but I have not lost my touch." Verok said finishing with a laugh.
Jaster laughed back and then spoke "We have gained intelligence of the surrounding area of the base through spies, we are going to land outside of the sensors inside of a canyon that leads to the rear entrance to the base. We will sneak along the canyon, infiltrate the base then take it out, hopefully Death Watch's Commander Farik Goron with it."
"Sounds like a plan." Verok said.
"I can hardly wait..." Montross whispered to himself.
"What if we fail?" Jango asked looking at the rest of the group.
Jaster answered with "Don't worry Jango, I'm sure all of us will come back alive tomorrow. Alright, you are all dissmissed."
The group left the conference room and headed torwards their rooms for the night. They jump into hyperspace for the Anoat system tomorrow morning, it's going to be a busy day.
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Introduction: It's been a while since my last chapter, first off I'd like to thank bountyhunter for the review. Anyway, about the story, it's been pretty much a simple story for the past few chapters, but it will get darker in the later chapters. As for this chapter, it will be a simple one, the funeral, and some description of the training Jango goes through with Jaster.
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Chapter 8: Fallen Comrades
Jango sat up on his bed pondering about what happened down on the moon the other day. Geris who had become a close friend with him during training is now dead, one of the four lost during the battle against the Death Watch. The interrogaters got some useful information out of the prisoners, after many generations of war between the two clans the hidden Death Watch primary base is now known. After slaughtering so many enemy mercenaries during the past battle Jango's thirst for revenge remained, he knew he would not be satisfied until Farik Goron was lying on the ground covered with blaster burns. After some further time of thought Jango stood up and walked out of his room, it was time for the funerals of the four.
Jango walked inside of a large chamber with the usual gray and silver colors in the room. Looking straight ahead he noticed a large tube with a glass surface, this is where the coffins are cast out into space. Daris stood in the front of the ground, his back facing a control panel of some sort. "Fellow Mandalores, today we say our final farewell to four of our fallen comrades. They fought bravely against the Death Watch and gave their lives for us all. Haris Ferit, Joff Ewuk, Kyui Konsk, and Geris Yamov. I trained them all and saw good skill in them all. They came far in our army, only to fall. They fought like true Mandalores, with skill and fearlessness." Montross stood in the middle of the crowd glaring at Daris, he quickly faced backwards and saw Jango, an angry expression drew across his face and he returned his gaze to Daris.
"Before we say our final farewell, Commander Mereel will give his speech." Daris finished walking away from the panel.
Jaster Mereel, in his off duty brown jacket and black pants walked up to the panel and faced the crowd. As he did this the members of the Mandalorian mercenary army looked upon him with great respect. Jaster gazed upon the crowd then began "As you know, this war has been going on for generations. We have always lost men to the Death Watch, they were all honored in the same way as well. These were not just other members of our army that we lost, these were our friends. Rest assured however, when we get enough credits and rescources to deliver a final blow to the Death Watch we shall be victorious. Haris Ferit, Joff Ewuk, Kyui Konsk, and Geris Yamov were all brave soldiers, let us never forget them, like we never forgot the brave warriors of the past. Let us press onward, into the future. It is time for us to say our final farewells to our comrades, and friends." Jaster finished then pressed a button on the panel, four coffins entered the tube through a door, the door shut behind them.
The coffins were medium sized, they were a dark silver and shined in what little light there was in the tube. Everyone in the room, including Jaster faced the coffins and gave a Mandalorian salute. He pressed another button and a cannon above the coffin in the front fired a blue beam and vaporized the coffin in the front, he did the same for the last three. The army stood squeezed together in silence for a few moments, then Jaster said "Alright, you are all dissmissed." Everyone exited the funeral room to return to duty, except Jango. He stood there for a minute, thinking about how the Death Watch are taking everything away from him, they took his parents and his home, now they're taking his friends. The door behind Jango opened, he turned around to face Montross. "What are you doing still in here kid? Shouldn't you be sucking up to Jaster?" Montross taunted.
"Mock me all you want Montross, I don't care what you think." Jango responded coldly.
"Hah!" Montross laughed "We'll see about that." He finished then walked out of the room.
Jango stood there for a few seconds looking at the door in which Montross left. Staring at it's cold metal surface seemed to make him cold as well. He left the room with an angry expression on his face.
Jango began his advanced training with Commander Jaster Mereel, Jaster trained him in all sorts of commanding techniques, he also tought Jango how to use the weapon of the Mandalore Commander, dual blaster pistols.The three years passed, the clan worked quietly underground always moving to hide their location, they knew that the Jedi were more than likely still hunting them. Over these three years the Mandalores gained enough money to aquire the rescources they would need to attack the Death Watch's primary base.
Jaster walked onto the bridge of The Huntress and spoke to the Captain. "Our final battle against the Death Watch is near Captain, we're going to need everyone ready, set our destination to Anoat, the hidden base is on one of the moons."
"Yes sir." was all the Captain said before walking over to different officers giving them instructions.
Jaster walked up to the window of the bridge and gazed upon the stars. They sparked same as always. "One gets tired of the stars after seeing them for so long..." Jaster whispered to himself. He then turned around and walked off the bridge. Everyone was going to be out there tomorrow, Jaster kept walking ahead wondering what they would do after this battle, have the Jedi given up on hunting them down for the murder of a governor? As he walked back to his room he realized that only time would tell...
It came evening and Jaster stood in small room with a small table in the center with a few outlying chairs occupied by the best of the clan. Jango who has shown excellent skill over the three years, Montross who was still as bitter but deadly as ever, Daris the trainer, and Verok the oldest Mandalore who worked for Jaster's father. Verok was a medium sized man who stood about 5'7" and wore brown robes of some sort he had hair gray with age and brown eyes. "Jaster your father would be proud to have seen you come this far and to end this long clan war." Verok said in his aged voice.
"What brilliant strategy do you have for us this time?" Montross said in his usual bitter and mocking tone.
"Can it Montross, the final battle against the Death Watch begins tomorrow and we need to cooperate to prevail." Jaster shot back.
"Of course... Commander." Montross replied coldly.
"So, what is your strategy?" Jango asked curiously.
"There are going to be two groups of attackers, the first attack force which will be a distraction and the second attack force will be a small group who will infiltrate the main base. That would be us." Jaster said.
"You are actually going to allow me to come with you? Surprise surprise." Montross said.
"Verok, I know you are, well, getting up there, you don't have to come if you dont want to." Jaster said facing Verok.
"Bah, worry not Jaster, I may be old but I have not lost my touch." Verok said finishing with a laugh.
Jaster laughed back and then spoke "We have gained intelligence of the surrounding area of the base through spies, we are going to land outside of the sensors inside of a canyon that leads to the rear entrance to the base. We will sneak along the canyon, infiltrate the base then take it out, hopefully Death Watch's Commander Farik Goron with it."
"Sounds like a plan." Verok said.
"I can hardly wait..." Montross whispered to himself.
"What if we fail?" Jango asked looking at the rest of the group.
Jaster answered with "Don't worry Jango, I'm sure all of us will come back alive tomorrow. Alright, you are all dissmissed."
The group left the conference room and headed torwards their rooms for the night. They jump into hyperspace for the Anoat system tomorrow morning, it's going to be a busy day.
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