Jaune and Pre sat down at his desk as he searched the records he kept. "Well I don't see any records like the weapons you described recently, whoever sold that man his weapons and smuggled them planetside it wasn't me"

Jaune rubbed his chin for a bit going on. "Well then in that case what can you tell me about the tournament bracket?" with a laugh. House Vizla retracted themselves from the tournament and as such had been tasked with organizing it.

"Well I CAN tell you when it is going to begin" Pre said since even the start date was being kept secret. "The first match is later today," he explained. "We kept the bracket and the order a secret to avoid anyone trying to plan or rig the matches." Pre explained

"House Diachi is facing house Belladonna, by the way house Diachi wanted to speak to you" Pre explained placing a comms disk at Jaune's feet glad to not need to send it to him.

The disk activated and the matriarch of Clan Diachi soon appeared. "Jaune," she said "It has been some time but I need your help, this tournament is going to be dangerous. I do not know if you are in it but my son is, I want you to promise me something, and I am willing to offer you something back for it."

Jaune paused, House Daichi was known for keeping their word, and for holding others to theirs. But he also knew that they were to be trusted. "What would you ask of me?" Jaune asked unsure if he was about to be addressed as the warrior he was or the nephew of the duchess of Mandalore.

"Ensure that my son is given fair matches, punish those who may try and change that, and in return you will both have a favor owed by me and my son and since I am assuming you are in this tournament as well then if you face my son he will forfeit the match"

Jaune paused again, this was a big ask, if he accepted then he was responsible for doling out justice on anyone who interfered with any of Yatushashi's matches. No matter who they were. But then again if he agreed to it then he was guaranteed to not have to face House Diachi's mountain of a warrior, and he would have a favor from at least the matriarch, a favor that could be very useful given the wealth and location of their territory on the border of Mandalorian space AND on the edge of the space around the planet of Mandalore.

"Very, well, you have my word" Jaune said before shutting off the disk and turning to Pre. "So when is the first match?"

"Later today, let's get to the arena" the elder man said, leading Jaune to his speeder.

…

Jaune sat next to Yang in the Xiao Long family seating as the first match kicked off with Ghira Belladonna facing off with Yatsuhashi Diachi. Jaune was nervous about this match. Ghira was more than capable of defeating Yatsuhashi but he wasn't going to be readily willing to kill a teenager, Yatsuhashi being from house Diachi was known for never hesitating if he got the chance to end a battle.

Ghira wasn't the kind for foul play but that did make the matter any less tense, Jaune had looked around for Blake and Cardin only able to find Blake. The two men were now in position. Ghira, like many mandalorians, opted to simply wear heavier armor instead of bringing a weapon. He was known for his skill with a long rifle but in this kind of duel he probably wasn't going to be getting into a 2 kilometer firefight.

Yatsuhashi on the other hand was carrying the greatsword; his house was known for making and welding with ease. Jaune knew this match was going to end fast, if Ghira was able to get his hands on Yatsuhashi then he would win, all he needed to do was get the sword out of play.

Yatsuhashi had to keep the fight going and keep his weapon. Then he would win. Jaune heard Pre speaking and turned to see him only to stop when he saw the man standing next to Pre. His armor wore a different symbol telling Jaune that he wasn't of house Vizla. What got Jaune's attention about the man was the woman standing to his left, she was beautiful but what got Jaune's attention was. Jaune was far from trained in the ways of the force, given how his father had been busy with doing other things, Namely his mother.

But his gut was telling him he was looking at a Jedi, or something similar. The next thing Jaune noticed was the odd weapon the man was carrying. Slugthrowers, while more common among mandalorians for their utility against Jedi, were still rare. And this man had an even rare slugthrower, it was a scatter gun but Jaune knew it could be loaded with any manner of ammo, but it was probably loaded with slugs right now, a single large projectile meant for hunting big game.

Jaune fought the urge to cringe as the two men started at each other. Ghira lunged in with his armored arms up hoping to use them to deflect the blow that wasn't coming as Yatsuhashi had stabbed his sword into the ground and rushed in as well driving his knee into Ghira's ribs. Jaune did cringe as Ghira buckled, not ready for the feeling of having his liver smashed.

Yatsuhashi retrieved his sword as Ghira tried to get back to his feet. Jaune was getting ready to watch Ghira die when he heard something. The sound of a Winchester jet pack was distinct, since the winchesters were so commonly large they needed more power to achieve the same level of flight.

Jaune looked up just as everyone else did. Cardin Winchester came crashing down hard on Yatsuhashi, his great mace in hand. Yatsuhashi brought up his blade to protect himself but it was too little too late as Cardin's hammer cracked the sword and sent Yatsuhashi stumbling backwards.

Cardin kept up the attack, swinging his mace back up catching Yatsuhashi in the chest sending him flat on his back as Cardin launched off the ground to get a few feet off the ground and brought his mace down on Yatsuhashi's chest.

Yatsuhashi's hand stopped moving for his sword as the large mace smashed through his chest and into the sand below him.

There was an uneasy silence as everyone didn't know what to do. That silence was broken when the man next to Pre fired his slugthrower, the booming weapon lurching Cardin forward as the slug pinged off his heavily armored shoulder. Cardin instantly lifted off as the man loaded a round of multi-shot ammo, spraying some of it after Cardin as he fled.

Jaune felt a heavy sense of dread flood over him as he saw his communicator light up with a symbol house Diachi.

…

Glynda sat mildly discontent about being kidnapped and currently tied to a chair at Nora's safehouse. All told she was taking it better than Nora expected though. What Nora didn't know was that while she was busy working on dinner Glynda had stolen several of Nora's sedative darts and she had a few loaded in her gauntlet and a few more loose in her pocket.

Now she just needed a chance to use them. A chance she got when Nora realized she forgot to turn off the stove. Glydna reached out fast with two of the loose darts dumping them into Nora's glass and sticking on into Nora's chicken breast.

They ate in silence Glynda notably only having a plastic fork. Glynda fought a smirk as Nora drained her glass all at once and set it down. "You spiked my drink" Nora said suddenly, seeming to have tasted the sedatives in the cup.

Glynda was about to think of a plan when Nora smirked wider. "What you don't know is that I already spiked all the food." Nora said as Glynda felt a wave of dizzying warmth. "But I have been buillldinng…" Nora stopped for a second and shook her head to clear it. "But I've been geeting shot with theezz for soo long I'm getttin rrreesitnt" Nora slurred as Glynda felt her body start to falter.

Now it was just a waiting game, to see who gave out first. They stared at each other before one of them buckled, Glynda's head thunking to the table loudly. Nora smirked widley as she got up to put away the dishes.

Once her back was turned Glynda lifted her head just slightly and through blurred vision she took aim with her gauntlet firing the darts all in her gauntlet, the darts sprayed out most missing the target with two finding Nora on in her right buttock and one in her left as Glynda slumped to the table honestly asleep this time. Nora jolted and looked at the darts before scowling and sinking to her knees dropping the plates before dropping to the floor asleep.