Mandalore
The Phoenix dropped out of hyperspace, four Victory one class Star Destroyers alongside her. Upon the bridge, Doom's gaze swept across the barren world. "Grand Admiral, are you sure it's wise to anger the Mandalorians?" Doom's gaze faltered, with a quick turn, Doom advanced towards the holoprojector.
"A calculated risk that I've made. Remember, the Empire's force outnumber any rebel force. But to draw out Ezra Bridger, it is important that we target his homeworld. Have the Victories move towards Cabur. We'll draw Bridger out by attack his home city." Pellaeon bit his lower lip. He knew full well what Clan Bridger was capable off, but there was only one of them left. The other inhabitants of the city, Clan Adenn were close relatives.
What Pellaeon was more concerned about, was what Mand'alor The Patient would think about this. Would he consider this an attack on his people. "Grand Admiral, will Mand'alor The Patient take this as an attack?" Doom chuckled. "If he does, I will inform him of how unwise his next move might be." Pellaeon stepped back, turning on his heel and heading out.
Bagur
Ezra spent sent Kanan flying back for the tenth time that hour. From the side line, Hera laughed. "You want to have a go Hera?" Kanan asked, his voice showing frustration. "Kanan, if you truly want to learn the same style as Master Windu, your master and I have mastered, you need to be open to both sides of the force, tapping into the darkness of your foe to use their fury as your full. Or shall we attempt a different style, perhaps the style Master Kenobi used?"
Kanan sighed as he got up, his eyes gazing at Ezra. "How did you manage to learn that style of lightsaber combat if you never trained under Master Windu?" Ezra flashed red with embarrassment. "Oh gods. He's doing what he did when Master Skywalker asked the exact same question when we took Rotta back to Tatooine." Sabine chuckled, her memory of meeting the Ahsoka and Anakin that day was still fresh in her mind.
"Shall you say why this time Ezra, or should I do so again?" Ezra shook his head. "I followed Master Windu for several months. When he discovered that I was related to Revan and that I had already mastered remaining between the two 'sides' of the force. He gave in." Ahsoka chuckled. "Indeed, you did manage to overpower Ventress on Teth."
Ezra chuckled, Hera widen her eyes. "You'd been to Teth before?" "Yeah, we went there to rescue Jabba's son, Rotta the Hutt from the Separatist. It was the same mission I met Sabine on." Ahsoka explained, Ezra nodded. "Yeah, it was there that Master Kenobi discovered my sense of humour, and discovered why I was made his padawn." Kanan chuckled lightly.
"I guess so. But said sides of the force as if they were no such thing?" Ezra sat down, his Lightsaber placed away. "That's a tale for another time. In the meantime, I need to speak with Mand'alor The Patient and when he feels it's time to strike back at the Empire."
A red astromech droid rolls into th room, chirping in alert. "R10, what is bud?" R10 chirps on and on. Ezra puts his right hand on the droids dome and sighs. "Haar'chak. Inform Mand'alor that I'm on my way with the fleet." R10 turns and quickly chirps at the others as he passes by.
Sabine glances up, her eyes now filled with worry. "Ezra, what's wrong?" Ezra stands up, his eyes focused on Ahsoka. "Ahsoka, Can I trust you to keep your fellow Rebels from insulting or interrupting Thrawn while I'm away." Ahsoka nods. Sabine soon walks up to Ezra. "Ezra?" "Sabine, I need to return to Mandalore at once. I need you to fill in for me while I'm gone, can you do that?"
Sabine bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with worry and concern. "Yes, but why must you go?" Ezra sighs in defeat. "Cabur is under siege by the Empire. I need to go and deal with it at once. HK, prep the fighter for take off." HK nods, leaving quickly afterwards.
"Ezra, be safe, come back." Ezra embraces Sabine, hugging her tightly. "I'll be back, remember, I did survive the Clone Wars and Order 66." Sabine glances up. "Why didn't you return to us sooner?" Ezra stepped back. "Mand'alor thought it best that I gather up our forces with the Order of Light before I revealed myself to still be alive." Sabine nods, she understood full well that what the Mand'alor commands goes without question.
"I'll be here, waiting for you." Ezra nods, turning to go and support his home city.
Mandalore
-Cabur
Doom smirked as he walked along the streets. His eyes never leaving as his elite squad cleared out any who stood against him. Coming to a stop at the town square, Doom glanced up to see Ezra's Mandalorian fleet move in, above, the remains of the 2nd and 3rd fleet retreating. Doom smirked. "Well, it took him long enough."
The sound of jetpacks soon caught his ear. A warrior landed before him, his mask concealing his face. His weapons were holstered. "Imperial, your Empire agreed to keep your filthy hands off our world. Why do you attack?" Doom chuckled. Knowing full well that Mand'alor The Patient was not directly insulting him, but rather, the Empire as a whole. Thus, he pushed the insult aside.
"First, I'm flattered, you managed to insult me in ways other couldn't. A way that saved you life. Second, I want Ezra Bridger." The Mand'alor laughed. "You think he survived." Doom pulled out a small black hilt. "I know he did." Pressing a button, two black metal poles extended from the hilt. Forming a staff. "And now, I say this, your next move will be very unwise."
The Mand'alor laughed and charged forward, his warrior firing at Doom's elite squad. Doom quickly positioned himself, the staff held behind him as he stepped to the side. Coming round, Doom quickly brought his staff up at a angle, the bottom slamming into Mand'alor from below.
Stumbling back, Mand'alor shook his head activated his right vambraces' shield, blocking another blow before throwing a punch of his own. Doom quickly reacted, his gaze never leaving Mand'alor as he tilted his head to the side, dodging the fist. In a quick move, Doom brought his left knee up, kneeing Mand'alor in the crotch.
Grunting in pain, Mand'alor quickly fired his flamethrower. Doom rolled to the side, pulling out a small side arm. Firing, a purple shot nailed Mand'alor in the arm. Rendering his left vambrace useless. Firing again, Doom smirked as he sent Mand'alor to the ground.
Filled with pain from the sudden change to dirty tactics. Mand'alor realised he wasn't going to leave this fight alive. Getting up, he ignored the pain surging up his body, his eyes watching as Doom leveled his blaster at his chest, firing three shots, Mand'alor stepped back, the pain starting to fade as he fell to the ground. Doom smirked before oncoming firepower forced him to pull back.
Rushing in, Ezra kneeled down at Mand'alor's side. Removing the helmet, Ezra sighed. "Mand'alor, I got here as soon as I could." Mand'alor's bright green eyes met Ezra's blue eyes. "Ezra, my old friend. I'm afraid I'm going to die here. But I will not leave Mandalore without it's leader." Ezra widen his eyes at what was about to happen. "I can't, I'm no leader." Mand'alor chuckled weakly. "You are a leader Ezra, I name you as Mand'alor, Mand'alor The Wise. Go, lead our people, drive the empire back."
Ezra nodded as Mand'alor closed his eyes for the last time, his final breath leaving his body. Ezra gently placed his helmed in his arms. Standing up, Ezra grasped his fist. "Warriors of Mandalore, Mand'alor The Patient has fallen in battle." All around, Mandalorians glanced up, all eyes widening in sadness. "Before he died, he named me as his heir. Mand'alor The Wise." Walking up to him, Mandalorian's started to bow down. A warrior soon walked up, bowing before him, he spoke. "Mand'alor The Wise, you have the backing of the Clans of House Vizsla." Ezra nodded, his eyes watching as many others confessed their loyalty.
Hk soon walked forward, in his hands, was a blade once thought long lost to time. Ezra turned and widen his arms. HK bowed down, holding his hands forward. "Master, the blade is yours." Taking the square hilt, Ezra raised it and ignited the blade. The black blade extending out. "The Darksaber has been found." Warriors cheered before Ezra turned round. "HK, have the fleet remain in orbit, if any Imperial forces enter this system, eradicate them. I must return to Bagur, and inform them of what has transpired here."
HK nodded. Leaving to organise the fleet and prep a Keldabe battlecruiser for departure.
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Doom attacks Mandalore, making good on his plans to draw Ezra out. Only to 'fail' once more
Hk raided Doom's office while he and Mand'alor The Patient battled. Retrieving the Darksaber
Ezra is named Mand'alor The Wise, a name I was holding for a future Mand'alor, but I couldn't find any name that would suit Ezra well enough and seem unique in some way.
Cabur is Mando'a for protector or guardian
Adenn is Mando'a for merciless
Doom shows his expert fighting skills and reveals two of his weapons. A retractable staff and his side arm.
References to the prequel story, Mandalorian Jedi, which I am writing at a pace to this one.