Jolee picked up the cargo box, as he had done for the last nine hours, and steadily walked it to the other side of the hall. He was very tired and so was everyone around him. The Mandalorians had enslaved everyone they found dozens of races walked half dazed barely able to stand up. Barely any of them dared to rebel against their captors. He saw a wookie, about eight feet tall, go crazy and attack a mandalorian. With amazing strength, the man pushed the wookie back. The wookie slammed to the wall and then was met by a couple shots out of the man's blaster pistol. The rest of the captured stayed quiet after that.
Jolee had found out that he was on the Warship Ordo. He was astonished about how many capital ships this "Army" had. He had got a chance to look out the port window in his cargo labor; he saw hundreds of other ships, which made him uneasy. These Mandalorians had a huge fleet that almost looked like it could challenge the Republic. They were getting ready for a war. Jolee wondered where these men had come from and how they amassed such a fleet. He thought about it for awhile and then remembered when he was a member of the Order. When in the Jedi Order, Jolee had heard stories about the Sith War. Exar Kun was able to make a huge army that was able to almost destroy the republic. He had recruited the Sith, Krath, and Young Jedi seduced by the dark side. He also recruited a strange race of armored men. Jolee now realized whom these men were The Mandalorians.
The Mandalorians were from unknown space, even outside the outer rim. They lived in a place few traveled, which is where the Sith often dwelled. These men were fearsome and strong, enough to be wanted by the darkest group in the galaxy. How did these men grow in such large numbers that they could attack the republic by themselves?
Jolee continued to think and literally stopped everything else. Meditating with his thoughts, the force flowing through his mind. Then a sharp pain hit his back. Jolee didn't even think, he did not center his mind, Jolee quickly used the force as a reflex. The mandalorian who had hit him with an enforcer stick was instantly dead. Jolee had turned around and choked him with the force. He did not care if this power was dark for he was neither light nor dark but neutral. Vossk ran towards him screaming in Dosh.
"What the hell do you think your doing, your gonna get killed!" Five Mandalorians started to gun down Jolee. He dodged every blast. A captain stopped them. "Do not kill him fools!" "Jedi! Lie on the ground or I will order these men too proceed firing!" Vossk slowly whispered "Better do what the guy with the gun says Jolee" "I do not wish to kill you," yelled Jolee as he lied down. Every single person in the huge bay looked at him. The enslaved as long as the captors were astonished to see a force user. And then Jolee's vision went dark. For a soldier had darted him on the upper story. The dart had enough poison to take out a rancor.
Jolee slowly thought in his dreams.
He slowly sensed his surroundings.
He was on a different ship, much bigger.
Then he awoke.
Around him he saw a force cage. I've seen this before he thought. He looked around what looked like an office. He saw all sorts of trophies around the room. The horn of the krayt dragon, the head of a rancor, and…. twelve light sabers, with the twelve Jedi Insignias next to them. Jolee knew whoever owned this room would be his enemy.
A man in white armor walked in the room. "Hello Jedi I'm surprised you survived the dart, but… you are a Jedi" Jolee only grunted trying to say something but not having the energy. The man laughed loudly. "You can call me Mandalore, we have much to talk about"