A/N: Yo you all got me back for another round. Dudes like I said before I have an announcement and today I tell you it. Surprise I'm releasing a new chapter for each of my fics. So dudes I know you're wondering why so earlier right? Well its cause next month I'll be back in Europe with family since I won't be having classes during winter break. So I thought about it and I'm taking next month off. Just me relaxing with family, that's why I've giving you all an update early. Cause next week is when my mom and me leave. So hope you all like the updates and I'd really hope you all leave some comments about what you'd like to see.

Come on dudes please leave a comment or something. Cause I'm starting to think no one is actually reading the fic. I know people are favoriting but a simple review isn't too much right dudes please.

Lets see what's prowling in the night of space.

Mandalore third person's POV

Jagger as well as Franz Kilt and those still on his side stare on as more then half of their group are pointing blasters at them.

Franz says, "Crista are you all crazy we finally get here and you do this why? Soon Mandalore will know honor and glory once more."

Crista huffs to say "You know better then anyone the code of the Mandalorian's Franz. Only the strong can survive now drop your weapons."

Jagger asks, "Um not knowing how this will end are you still going to let me go?"

Heinz chuckles to answer sarcastically, "Sure we'll give you a ten minute head start. Even if you're an endangered species you know too much."

Jagger says, "By capture... I only want to see if my people lived. Or if there is a clue to lead me to them. Why would I bother to fight you here if there isn't anything that will help me?"

Procter the large of all in the group simply huffs to say "Doesn't matter you're still going to die once you open those doors."

Jagger says, "Doesn't seem very honorable to kill someone who's helping and can't fight back?"

Crista groans to say "Enough will all this honor crap. In life the only thing people respond to is power. After we kill Vizsla and anyone stupid enough to keep opposing us we'll make Mandalore right again.

"Starting will ending our dealings with the CIS and then taking back the territories we lost because of the Jedi. Now little Marian step to the side we don't want to kill you too quickly."

As Jagger slowly moves to the side Crista and the others take aim. Thinking fast Jagger jumps to throw several fireballs.

With the fireballs exploding between the two groups. Jagger continues by make a wall of flames holding his stance Jagger looks to Franz.

Franz sees Jagger and in a flash the Mandalorian signals his group to open fire. Jagger jumps to the caverns ceiling with a boost from his flames. Gripping onto a piece of rock the fighting bellows roars on.

Jagger doing his part to throw fireballs every now and then. Not armed or able to handle getting hit by a blaster bolt. Jagger remains in cover even as bolts hit his cover.

Before long Franz calls for Jagger to come down. Dropping down Jagger sees the aftermath of the shoot out.

All but one remains alive but Jagger notices that one is still moving. Walking over the dead bodies a woman pulls her pistol and places a bolt right through his skull.

Sash once more perched on Jagger shoulder as he looks to Franz. His shoulder and thigh showing blaster burns.

Franz looks to the remainder of his group to orders "Take their armor and weapons place our dead to on side for burial. Marian get to opening that door."

Jagger does as ordered looking over the make up of the door. While also seeing the wounded be tended to for whatever injuries they got.

Jagger looks to Franz and asks, "I wondered what life would be like if everyone had the same sense of honor as you door Mr. Franz?"

Franz huffs to say "My grandfather told me of a time when Mandalore and all her people were strong. But every leader became arrogant, foolish, or just drunk with power.

"I want the people of Mandalore to be strong yes but also to know of honor and respect. While looking for a better path to show our skills with grace."

Jagger turns to say, "You sound like my aunt... she once told me that life should be respected, honored, and looked at as a means to raise yourself.

"Everyone lives by a code what's the one Mandalorian's follow?"

Franz answers "Its a simple one really the codex of Resol'nare says you wear the armor then you speak Mando'a. In defense of yourself and your family then you raise your children to be Mandalorian.

"Contribute to your clan as much as you can and when called upon rally to the cause of your Mandalore."

Jagger nods to say "A simple way of life but one that has pushed your people so far. To the edge and back... truly a hard life to live if it's solely to live and die by ones hands."

Franz says, "From what I heard your people were similar."

Jagger nods saying, "For some parts but not all. We had other means to keep ourselves going. But mostly we wanted to be able to keep a strong but neutral stance."

Franz says "Being neutral doesn't stop others from trying to take now does it."

Jagger nods as he tugs on two large rings in the doors. Revealing two holes with sot inside.

Take a few steps back Jagger focuses and throws two streams of fire from his hands into the holes.

Before long Jagger's flames ignites the gears and inner workings to the door. And soon after the screeches of metal moving and sliding the door begins to open.

Walking inside slowly Jagger ignites his hand lighting their way.

Jagger's POV

Following closes behind Mr. Franz and his warriors we soon stop inside a lone hexagram shaped room.

Stepping a few steps in a hologram appears to say, "Welcome my friends you have arrived at the proving grounds.

"Before you can make it too the inner tomb. You must prove you are Mandalorian's prove you are worthy to carry the mantle."

With that a door opens and I look to Mr. Franz asking for my lightsabers back.

Mr. Franz tilts his head and I say "I can't simply rely on my flames the whole time. Against long range opponents I'm next to useless without a long range or counter means of my own."

Mr. Franz nods but as he gives me my sabers but warns me. Which I respond by saying "I don't need to be warned I don't go back on deals either."

In the spiracle room several large rounded points are on the ceiling. Soon however the room starts to spin and the ceiling rotates in three different directions.

One of the leaders yelps as they roll from a bolt of lighting jetting from the floor.

Looking around I see that some of the tills of the ceiling glow for a brief moment before a jet burps from the floor.

As another bolt is sent upward it hits one of the Mandalorians sending them flying backwards. Smoke trails leaving from under their armor as they land with a loud thud.

I shout, "The ceiling is the trigger! A till glows before the lighting discharges. Hitting the ceiling before the bolt goes off maybe able to stop the trap."

I roll backwards as I burst of lighting tries to get me. One of the leaders of another clan takes a shot hitting the till. But it makes the ceiling spin faster.

Dodging two more bolts another shoots hitting the till again to stop everything.

A rumbling opens the room's floor showing a way down. Mr. Franz asks, "Did you know that would work?" I shook my head as we slid down the ladder it provides.

At the bottom we are now in a room with several statues.

Walking until we reach the door to the other side of the room. Examining the door I rub my hand over the frame to feel a hidden plate. Rubbing it of dust it shows a phrase written on it.

I say, "This is Marian speech but I don't understand the other half."

Mr. Franz says "That's Mando'a hey Grenda get over here and help he figure this out."

With the help of Ms. Grenda the test here is to figure out which Mandalore is the weakest.

Looking over the statues I stop to see one with the name Lesser on his statues thigh.

Mr. Franz walks over saying "No question about it. Mandalore the Lesser was the weakest to hold the title of our leadership.

"Bastard was a slave fighter that the Sith snuck into our ranks. He didn't accomplish much and died like a coward."

Jagger says "Master Yoda says the Sith schemed too much that it caused them to infight. Some Sith became feared by many while some too ignorant of their own down fall.

"I wonder which one died from making him seem great?"

Grenda adds her own comment saying, "Whoever the bastard was my ancestor would be grateful that knowing they died painfully."

Pressing the name on the Lesser's thigh more gears and metal clang to open the room's door.

Walking forward I become more curios as to what I can get them to tell me about their culture. So much history has gone by might as well know get to know more about my peoples last ally.

I say, "I heard from a senator that Deathwatch is the main cause for Mandalore's problems. And your former allies seemed to believe whatever is down here could get rid of them.

"I have to ask why does Deathwatch cause so much havoc?"

Mr. Franz stops to look right at me and say, "Every Vizsla is the same. They are arrogant self-entitled bastards. They think that just because one of their own became a Jedi.

"And made a lightsaber having the title of the only Mandalorian Jedi makes them better then other Mandalorian's that have far better achievements. And that it gives them the right to call themselves Mandalore even without earning the title!

"I want nothing more then to kill him and all his murderous followers."

I say, "Being both a Mandalorian and a Jedi is an hefty accomplishment. But doesn't change the fact that you must earn your place in history.

"Sure my family is know for fighting both the Sith, Republic, and slavers. But I still have much to do to live up to the title passed to me."

Mr. Franz nods to say, "Maybe in time you will but for now we must finish what we are here to do."

In a two-lane hall you can see that above is a ledge of some kind. Sash flies up screeching down that there's a way further.

However as the other in Mr. Franz group starts to launch grappling hooks the other end of the hall floods with water. As the water surges at us. I jump to the ledge but to my shock one of the Mandalorian's is caught in the rushing waters.

Running fast I jump down grabbing onto his arm and a corner of the wall that I can reach.

To my shock the mans face is now barely staying above the water. His armor is making it hard for him to remain surfaced. Feeling both the water and his armor strain my strength I feel my grip slowly slip.

To my relief several grappling lines catch my arm and I hold on as I'm pulled up.

Once on the ledge I push the mans arm to be grabbed then I too get drag over as well.

Mr. Franz looks at me as the man coughs up water asking why. I answer "No one should die without honor if they fight with honor."

Taking a moment to collect ourselves we soon press on. Finding a nice decorated door we push inside to see several skeletons resting in throne like chairs.

Stepping in I gasp as a hologram scene plays out. Each skeleton showing its owner once had fine armor painted with their clans crest.

The lead Mandalorian says, "My friends our age has bested us but our traditions will live on. To whoever finds this final will and declaration you not only have kept an established friendship with the bloodline of Vash Silver of Mara.

"You have also proven to the other clans that you both are worthy. Resting behind me is the treasures of both our families.

"My Mandalorian brother or sister to wear the title of Mandalore I pass it to you. But follow the codex I tell you now for this is the new age we ask of you to follow.

"Strength is life, honor is life, respect and heritage is life, trust and faith is life, loyalty is life, death is life, and ones will is ones life. To take the path of a Mandalorian is on that is soiled with blood.

"May you trust your clan and your true friends for in battle. And in life they will stand by you till then end."

The scene ends and Mr. Franz looks to me as we move to the room behind the resting chamber.

Pushing the door open I gasp seeing what lies before us. The room is a smithing chamber holding ores, power ceils, blue prints and texts. But to on side rests two sets of armor.

Along with a rake of very powerful looking blasters. Some I haven't even seen before I was frozen. But the armors drawn my attention most of all.

One has my family crest at its feet of the stand its on, the other with the Mandalorian's crest.

Mr. Franz walks beside me to shake with a shocked voice, "The mask of The Mandalore all this time it was here."

As he holds and examines the mask I look over the armor left for my family.

I say "That sword it belong to my ancestor he used it when he started his search for a place in the galaxy. It must have taken years for them to make this place. But I still don't know what became of my people."

Mr. Franz gets my attention as he touches my arm, "Like I said to wear the armor it makes you a Mandalorian. I suggest you stay learn what they left for us all. And learn what it means to fully be a warrior."

I look to him confused as he adds "The Jedi don't know what happened to your people. But I have a hunch faith sent you here not just to help me and my clans.

"But to also see if what you truly want is to die in the heat of battle. Or die sheltered not knowing what else is out there in the galaxy."

Looking at the armor I take the curved sword from the armors hip. With the blade sliding free from the sheath I stare at the blade. I look to Mr. Franz then back to the blade asking, "What's it like to fight without using the Force?"

Miraji's POV

Lying in bed I sigh as Yara licks away at my lower lips. She's been taught we'll by her teacher before she and her sister looked for me.

I gasp as Arva caresses my breasts to kiss my lips. Truly it is the greatest of feelings to have those who understand tend to your needs.

Faya walks into the room saying, "My lady we will be landing soon."

I huff to say, "Then come help your sisters finish pleasing me Faya. I need to be relaxed if I'm going to talk with them."

Faya swiftly removed her clothes to latch her lips to mine. Feeling them use the force to heighten my bliss is truly wonderful. I moan for my love my true king.

I sigh "Jagger please deeper."

Seeing his soft eyes hovering over we his member as fit and profound as I last saw it.

I shiver as his length glides to my core. Slowly after the years of neglect leave my core I feel the warm washings of his pre cum mix with my juices.

Moans turn to pants and soon I scream reaching for his embrace.

Only to feel nothing but air as I grip the bedspread and see my three loyal servants watching me.

As the juices leak from between my legs I tell them to run me a bath and leave me.

As the doors closes I throw my face into a pillow and scream. I've traveled all this way without the man I'm destined to be with.

And worse yet Arva and her sisters fear for Jagger for my loves life. I need this meeting to go well for if not my love will be lost to the void.

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