Syhripon, a moon of rolling grass plains. Syphrion was one of the few planets untouched by war. This was about to change. Unknown by the jedi or the sith, the mandalorians were gathering. The elite of mercenaries, every soldier was as valued as ten mercenaries. Their weaponry were many and varied, their armor was the same faceless steel, but their discipline were frightening. They were assembled into firing lines near their ships. In the squads there was one heavy weapon trooper and nine ordinary soldiers, if any of the mandalorians could be called ordinary. They were well and truly ready.
Communications had discovered the jedi were arriving. Tolbin was aware of jedi tactics, which was to land in low-flying ships and assault the enemy force, sustaining minimal casualties. That's why all the mandalorians were hidden in a nearby forest. An army of rogues and pirates had been hired to guard the mandalorian base. They were the bait. A sound of aircraft echoed from the sky. The mercenaries turned as the jedi transports arrived. Some flew near the mercenaries, the ships containing the jedi. And some flew at range, the ones containing republic troopers.
The pirates fired at the ships with anti-aircraft missile launchers and managed to down some of them. Tolbin watched from the cover of the forest as the mercenaries were massacred. Tolbin was in full armor. Helmet, jetpack and close-lapping plates of armor. He carried a modified heavy-duty disintegrator, a weapon outlawed in most systems because of the painful deaths that it caused in its victims. His wrist launchers held a standard flame-thrower, wrist-blaster, and blades. Tolbin raised his hand and the mandalorians raised their weapons. The republic force was just finishing the mercenaries. Tolbin let his hand drop. All the mandalorians opened fire and instantly vaporized the back line of the republic troopers. They panicked and turned around but it was much too late. The entire mandalorian force was firing and wiped out the remnants of the troopers. The jedi were beginning to react and rushed at the mandalorians. Even horribly outnumbered they fought bravely and some even reached the mandalorian lines. The well-trained soldiers didn't run but unsheathed their wrist-blades and fought back. Tolbin himself watched as a particularly skilled jedi vault into a squad of mandalorians and kill them all with a full turn swing. Tolbin decided to preserve his forces. He shot at the jedi but he deflected all the shots back at Tolbin. Tolbin was knocked to the floor. He hit the ground with a metallic clang and tried to get up but through the black visor he saw the jedi vault towards him.
He thought. Fast. He activated his jet pack and that sent him instantly to his feet and then through the air. Crash-tackling the jedi mid-leap. Tolbin's jetpack didn't stop and they continued to fly through the air. Tolbin fought the jedi in the air. The jedi couldn't use his green lightsabre but Tolbin couldn't use his flame-thrower, blades, wrist launcher, wrist blasters and disintegrator either. So it was all down to the fists. They brutally smashed at each other until the jedi let go, dripping blood and landed two feet onto the ground. Tolbin's jetpack was overheated so he flung off the burning device and unsheathed his wrist blades just as the furious jedi attacked. He had lost his blaster on the way down. Tolbin parried and thrust, and occasionally received an opening to fire his flame-thrower but the jedi would twist away and strike with his lightsabre. Tolbin assessed the situation as he fought a losing battle. The lightsabre was the key. It was much longer than Tolbin's wrist blades and could burn through his armor. A strike, from Tolbin and the jedi parried, straining with effort. Tolbin suddenly lashed out with his left foot and kicked the jedi across the floor. Tolbin didn't believe in second chances. He moved like lighning to press a button on his right gauntlet. The blade shot out hard like a javelin and flew through the air before impaling the surprised jedi's chest. Tolbin didn't look back, he had jedi to kill.
YH landed on the battlefield of Syhripon. Corpses were strewn across the plain. YH scanned the area for danger and found nothing. There were no mandalorian ships around and only a few republic wreckages. It was suprising to note a large number of pirate, republic trooper and jedi corpses to find but few mandalorians. It saw there were far too many bodies to identify and so it narrowed the search down to only beings in fully-enclosed armor. It relentlessly overturned the bodies to search for commander Tolbin was there was nothing to be found. It was son annoying it didn't have a tracking system on Tolbin's ship. It calculated that the risk and effort required hunting commander Tolbin would not be worth it. Its alarm systems went haywire. Someone was approaching. It whriled around, not fast enough, YH was nailed by rounds from a heavy blaster. YH jolted again and again from the shots coming from behind it. YH wasn't worried at all, it was completely made out of metal after all but it became annoying because it couldn't get a shot off. YH ducked and turned around, already firing its wrist blasters. It got a look at its attacker. A huge warrior covered in armor was firing a blaster cannon attached to his left armor. The steel armor was heavily pitted with damage; it had two small steel wings attached with a jetpack barrel at each end. "DURGE!" YH screamed, tearing its electronic vocabulator to its limit. Durge was a Gen'dai who specialized in killing jedi. He had once destroyed YH and left it on an abandoned planet. If YH had repaired itself it would still be on that world. YH was now feeling the closest to hatred a droid could get. Durge ducked and continued firing. Durge's reflexes were better than a droid's and that made him super fast. A shot jolted into YH's head. YH tried to respond but Durge replied
With another ten shots, all to YH's neck. YH felt it losing control of its body systems. As its world blackened it swore revenge.