Ch. 1
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"My Love, we must consider the option," proposed Kitana. Jaster turned around with his toddler in his arms to stare at his riduur as if she was insane.
"You suggest that we give up our daughter? To an old adversary that would strip her of the culture she is born in? To be indifferent and shed everything that makes her human, no. Not just human. A Mandalorian," Jaster rebuked, slowly and gently tightening the hold on his daughter, who fast asleep in his arms. The moment they knew that she was force-sensitive, an overhanging cloud of worry grew everyday for Jaster and Kitana. Wondering if someone would steal their daughter away to use her as a weapon or too have her live a life devoid of the pride and dignity of a Mandalorian. Jaster knew there was a chance his child would be force-sensitive, especially since a branch of his wife's family happen to be psychometric like her. They just didn't think that another mandalorian born would be this force-sensitive to have caught the attention of a recruiter, currently staying at an inn in town, awaiting their answer.
"Jaster," Kitana called to Jaster shaking him out of his thoughts. Kitana walked over to her husband and child, slowly encircling her arms around them. "Our little Jhisto is the first mandalorian to be recruited to the jedi in a thousand years. Not since…"
"Tarre Viszla. I know," he begrudgingly admitted. "He somehow maintained his culture and became one of the greatest leaders we have ever known. But time have changed since then. And I know your gift gives you targeted insight without asking. You are asking us to let go our little ad," Jaster finished with pain in his voice. Kitana's hold grew tighter though careful to not wake their ad.
"She won't forget us. She has something special about her gift of psychometry. She will not forget us," encouraged Kitana, trying to hold back her tears. Unbeknownst to them, Jhisto was awake and listening. She knows because of dreams she must do this.
"Buirs," she whispered, causing both parents to freeze. "It's okay, I know I need to go with the jetii." This statements caused her father to draw her back and set her down to her bed, kneeling down to her level. "I know I need to buir, my dreams showed me so." Jaster looked her as if she was barely his little girl.
"Ner ad, how can you be sure you want this? These jetii are different, they don't want you remembering your buirs, and not even your culture," Jaster warned her.
"So, I will be secret buir. Be secret so that they would not take it from me. And don't worry papa, we will see each other again," Jhisto spoke a with a certainty that resonated beyond her years. Since Jhisto had able to speak and read, she thought hungrier than a strille for knowledge. Jaster and Kitana wanted to wait until she was six to start teaching her the Resol'nare, but fate had other plans as they began teaching her at age three. Jaster was still unsure until his ad'ika said the last part. "I know the Kyr'tsad is looking for me and mama. I will be safe."
Jaster, at a loss for words, closed his eyes in resignation and for once in the longest time, defeat. He knows now if his daughter leaves with the jetii, the Kyrt'sad will not be able to touch her. Kitana, though solitary without their daughter will be able to move easier if she had to leave in a moment's notice. Not to mention fend off blood thirsty savages that would stop at nothing until they accomplish their objective.
"Alright my loves. You wore me out. I consent to you going. I only ask one thing in return ner ad."
"What is it buir?"
"Never forget who you are. It will guide you."
20 years later.
The commlink blaired, causing Jhisto to roll out from her covers to the cold floor, effectively waking her up. Grabbing her commlink, Jhisto saw that it was Arla contacting her, using the ringtone to indicate an emergency transmission.
Turning the channel on, Jhisto saw her friend clad in full Mandalorian armor looking. "Jhisto, finally woke you up sleepy head."
"My friend, why are you calling using this channel? What is wrong?" Jhisto asked, cutting to the chase in response to the unsettling feeling growing in her gut.
"Nothing gets past you, you know-it-all," Arla responded before settling in with a stern image. "I have tracked the Kyr'tsad to Galidraan Mereel."
It took a moment in her grogginess for the message to sink in. "What! Are you sure? Arla, we have been tracking them for so long. How long do we have until they move again?" Jhisto asked as she jumped up to pull on her mission robes and go bag.
"I'm sure this time. More so since they have made Galidraan a semi permanent base of operations as the Governor has made them into his private army to take out any opposition from the locals he feeds to them," Arla informed her with a grim anger in her voice. A shiver ran through Jhisto's spine at the implication. "Alright since that is the case, do we…,"
"Have contact with the locals to confirm as witnesses to the crimes itself? Yes, m'lady. I have established connections with the locals and the scouted the terrain for safe fortified landing," Arla responded with an experienced command of her planning. "There is something else you should know."
"What is it?"
"The Governor and the Kyr'tsad have planned to eliminate the Haat Mando'ade. They have a plan in place that is happening."
"Explain," said a familiar deep voice.
"Master Repra!" exclaimed both women.
"Please explain Arla. Jhisto, make your way to out transport," Repra instructed.
"Yes sir. The Governor, according to both parties plan, have contracted the Haat Mando'ade to put down a rebellion that has become violent and has spread to the community and civilians are becoming casualties as result according to the transmission I have intercepted," informed Arla as Jhisto met her master at the lift to the transport station. "Sir, according to my local contacts, these rebels are political activists as they are seeking to depose the governor who is letting his personal army to pillage and kidnap their folk. Sir, I have tried to look for these missing people n the planet but it seems either they were sold into slavery or are dead. He wants to make the Haat Mando'ade the scape goat so he can continue his dealings with the Death Watch."
Jhisto and Repra gave each other a grim look before the lift dropped them at the docking station. Heading to their ship, Repra entered in his code to open the docking bay before commanding the droids to perform a final check before they can take off. Jhisto went inside and check their supplies for both cold terrains and medical supplies for the mission, expecting a blood bath to occur when they are there.
Cleared to leave by the mechanical driods, Repra and Jhisto began taking off from the Temple's port into the upper atmosphere. Repra quickly made and sent a transmission to several knights and consulars he knows that if able to, they will come answer the call for help. Reaching the section above and away from Coruscant, Jhisto entered in the coordinates from Arla before jumping into hyperspace.
"Arla, stay hidden until we arrive. I have contacted some help for the mission I would also inform the Council of our intentions for this emergency." Instructed Repra to the mandalorian in the holo-transmission.
"Will do and thank you. I will send my evidence over, though it will have be in pieces to avoid the Death Watch from noticing this transmission," mentioned a hopeful Arla. A side the master and padawan hardly see from her.
"Of course my friend. And may the Force be with you,"
"With you as well." And with that the transmission closed, leaving the passengers to make their make-shift arrangements for a mission on the fly. Repra confirmed that his old team will meet them outside of Galidraan space with a way to sneak onto the planet's surface. Jhisto went to heck everything and do her morning stretches that she skipped this morning. As she meditated through the motions, worries begin to fill her thoughts. 'Will they make it in time? Can they manage to establish successful contact with the Haat Mando'ade without having to tip off her identity?' She wanted to bridge an understanding between the warriors that followed the old ways with responsibility and with the jedi. But with the attitude that the current members of the Order have, will it be possible? She can only hope so. Even though her Order demands that every jedi, cut off their past connection, she kept her heritage in place. Through extrenous efforts, she made the context of her culture into material for meditation and fortitude in her training. She can only hope prevail once more, even if this feels like the last time she will prevail as a jedi. Or so her dreams tell her.
Hey everyone. Thanks for tuning into the first chapter of my story. Feel pretty good about this one. I am planning to post every week if not two weeks at the most. I will also put in a list of star wars terms and Mandalorian words that are unfamiliar to some new viewers in the Star Wars Universe. And yes this is an attempt for an alternate universe story. Jango Fett and the other Mandalorians don't get enough justice.Mandalorian words/Mando'sriduur- spouse (both either husband or wife)Buir- father/motherner- myad- son, daughter, childjetii- JediHaat Mando'ade- True MandaloriansKyr'tsad-Death Watch
