AN: This story departs from TCW canon in that the pacifist Mandalorians are on Kalevala (which is described as a desert wasteland, like how 'Mandalore' is depicted in the show). IMO this smooths over a lot of the old EU continuity issues like how Satine came to power over warriors, etc. The peaceful Mandalorians basically set up shop on Kalevala and represent the otherwise isolated system to the greater galaxy to the chagrin of everyone else. Also sorry for neglecting to write for this spinoff lol.

Mandalore System, Kalevala, Sundari

Duchess Satine Kryze thought it would just be another uneventful day in the palace as she roamed the halls to clear her mind of the day's duties.

As the Force would have it, it would not be one of those days.

One of her aides walking by her side had informed her of a report of a skirmish that had occurred on Mandalore, unsurprising news. After the Great Clan Wars had started, there hadn't been a day of peace on that dreadful planet, that planet where her father had died fighting. The planet she had fled for Kalevala. The whole situation encapsulated what she viewed as the flaws of the millenia old warrior culture. It was a breeding ground for hot tempers, and with no outlet for that aggression towards the rest of the galaxy it was a miracle that it wasn't any more of a disaster than it already was.

The aide nearly began to annoy the Duchess by bothering her with such a mundane piece of information until she heard the words Terran ship and slugthrowers, that made her raise an eyebrow.

"Tell me more." She demanded, sitting down on a nearby bench.

Satine sat transfixed by the aide's report. "A Terran… Fascinating, but worrying. How did we not pick up his ship on our sensors? How could it have slipped past our patrols?"

"He could've gone completely dark and drifted in from outside the system. It's a common smuggler's trick, Dutchess."

"I see, inform the Mandalorian Patrol to double their efforts. Is it known if this Terran is still on the planet?"

"We don't know yet, Dutchess. There are conflicting reports, some say he never left, others say he's on Concordia, though Governor Vizsla has told us he has not detected any such activity."

Satine nodded. "Thank you, please keep me informed on any further events regarding this. And see to it that the ship doesn't leave the system if it is still here."

The aide agreed and promptly departed, leaving Satine in her own thoughts.

Though it was only a footnote in everything happening on Mandalore, if anything at all, Satine felt like it would soon grow to a much bigger problem than her Mandalorian Guard could handle on their own.

For a second, she thought of reaching out to the Galactic Senate, to the Jedi Order. To Obi-Wan.

'No.' She thought. She had to prove that the neutral systems could handle their own affairs, without the interference of either the Republic or the Confederacy.

Mandalore

The arms dealer smacked his lips after downing another shot of the blue liquid offered to him. "Man, this stuff is good! What'd you call this again?"

"Distilled spotchka. A favored drink among our group." Jango said.

"Care for a pint of grog, Terran?" A warrior sitting across the fire of the camp asked, brandishing the metal tankard towards the sky.

"No thanks, drinking is all fine and dandy but let's take care of business first, before we celebrate any further. Show me the goods."

The man gave the arms dealer an incredulous look before Jango put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "That's acceptable to me. Come."

Jango led the man into one of the many tents and opened up a chest. The arms dealer let out an appreciative whistle at the precious metals and gems within.

"Everything's to your liking?"

The dealer nodded with a grin. "Very."

The Terran produced a device from his pocket, pressing a button. "Your men can start unloading my ship now."

"They've been waiting all day." Jango said with a slight smirk.

Jango gestured to the BL-series Battle Legionnaire droids standing idle. "Move this to his ship."

The Terran eyed the strange robots as they carried out their orders and followed them alongside Jango back to his freighter.

Jango's men were already hard at work, moving crate after crate of guns, ammunition, and accompanying equipment out of the ship.

Other than the cargo hold, the arms dealer had completely locked down the transport. If by some unfortunate circumstance his slipspace drive or anything else important were stolen, not only would he be stranded, but he was sure the UNSC Department of Commercial Shipping would give him hell if he managed to get back.

"So, how long do you plan to stay?" Jango inquired. If the Terran's products worked as advertised, he'd want a lot more of them.

The arms dealer let out a whistle and leaned against the hull of his ship. "I was going to leave for Coruscant at dawn. I have to report to our embassy there. Paperwork and all that, plus they'll want to tax anything I tell them about."

"I see. How will my men learn to use these slugthrowers?"

"Each gun in there comes with three things, a cleaning kit, spare parts, and a manual. If the manual doesn't cut it, I'll train you, but it'll cost you extra. I'm sure you'll all be able to figure it out."

One of the Mandalorians shot him a puzzled look. "I didn't take you for a warrior, you certainly didn't look like one until I saw what you did back there."

"You'd be surprised, looks can be deceiving."

Once again, Jango discretely sized the Terran up. He spoke with what sounded like a Corellian accent. The way he carried himself in the firefight showed he was competent in handling his weapons, at the very least. How he'd taken out those warriors had earned some of Jango's respect. Though usually of worse quality than his own men, the Death Watch didn't produce any slouches either.

He was probably a retired soldier, or not active duty at the very least. His skills certainly wouldn't be as sharp as they might've been before, but they were still present. He could tell that he had a concealed slugthrower near his appendix to be drawn with his right hand, but he had done a good job of hiding such a large pistol.

They were strange people. They weren't all warriors, but if half of what he'd heard about them were true, the ones that were, were the bravest the universe had ever seen.

Perhaps it wasn't true, but at the very least they made good weapons.

For business, that was good enough.

Mandalore System, Concordia

Pre Vizsla grimaced at the news. "Take a squadron of ships and make sure that ship doesn't leave the system."

"By your command." One of his lieutenants said, departing.

Another factor he'd have to account for in his plans, already so delayed. For far too long the Death Watch has had to scrape by, hiding in old mines and isolated forests, scattering them across the sector to build up strength. It was the Mandalorian concept of Ba'slan shev'la, strategic disappearance, in practice.

The current hideout had the bulk of the Death Watch set up in an abandoned beskar mine, the base camp for the retaking of the entire Mandalore system. No longer would Duchess Satine disgrace the name Mandalorian. He would see to that, by conquering the stars once again, like the Crusaders of old.

Pre Vizsla didn't know what prompted the return of the so-called 'True Mandalorians', nor Jango Fett's re-emergence as its leader from his withdrawal in Mandalorian affairs.

For all Jango was supposed to know, the Death Watch was long gone, defeated. He had killed Tor Vizsla with his own hands.

All that didn't matter, however. Pre Vizsla would reclaim Mandalore and once again put it on the galactic stage, where it belonged.

With him as Mand'alor, the mere utterance of the word 'Mandalorian' would once again strike fear into the hearts of whoever would hear its call.

Coruscant, Jedi Temple

As the holoprojected video cut off, the whole room went dark once again.

"Unfortunately, the saboteur opted to end his own life rather than submit to interrogation." Kit Fisto reported.

"That man wore Mandalorian armor, but the markings match those of the Death Watch." Mace Windu remarked. "If the Senate catches wind of this, they'll think Duchess Satine is raising an army against the Republic and force an intervention in the neutral systems."

"Some time, it has been. Since Dooku, a Jedi he was, the time last encountered they have been." Yoda said. "Troubling, this is."

"Very troubling indeed." Obi-Wan said. "Perhaps it is time I paid an old friend a visit."

Yoda turned towards him. "To Mandalore, go, you must."