"What was that?" asked Ezra, giving Fenn a raised eyebrow.

Fenn sighed as he leaned back against the wall as he thought of a way to answer Ezra's waiting question.

"Those kind gentlemen were from Clan Yun," he started out, "They are not fans of the Protectors."

Ezra groaned, "I could tell, why?"

Fenn chuckled lightly at the teenager's consternation, "Well, have you ever heard of Death Watch?"

Ezra scrunched his face up in thought, "Wasn't Sabine's mother in Death Watch? I remember her mentioning Ursa was in that group."

"Indeed, she was, but Death Watch accepted many warriors in its relatively short existence."

"Ok, then what is Death Watch and how do they and this Clan Yun relate to the Protectors?" asked Ezra, growing more frustrated.

"Death Watch were a terrorist group during the Clone Wars that resided on Concordia, their purpose was to remove the pacifist Satine Kryze from power and bring Mandalore back to its former glory."

Ezra snorted, "A Mandalorian pacifist? That's hilarious Rau, but please take this seriously here."

Rau gave Ezra look that told him that he was in fact being serious and was now miffed at being interrupted by a rude teenager.

"Ok, so you are being serious," gaped Ezra with astonishment.

"As I was saying," Fenn growled, "The Death Watch had people from many of the clans and houses. However, one clan extensively had a tradition of sending warriors to Concordia and that clan was Clan Yun."

"So, Yun did not like Satine, did the Protectors like this Satine lady?" asked Ezra.

"They were her personal body guards," deadpanned Fenn.

Ezra put his hands to his face in annoyance, "I think I finally get how you Mandalorians function."

"You do?"

Ezra brought his hands away from his face, "Yeah, I get it now! Just think of what a logical person would do in a scenario and then do the exact opposite!"

"That is not how we operate at all!" exclaimed Rau, outraged.

"Who in their right mind keeps a nearly two-decade old grudge over things that cannot possibly matter?!" retorted Ezra.

Rau looked he was about to angrily deny Ezra's question, but he stopped himself when a shadow clothed the room in a slight amount of darkness and they both glanced out the window.

The sun that provided light, but not enough warmth to melt the snow, was beginning to set, beginning to cast a mild pink color through the thin clouds.

Fenn sighed, "It's getting to be late here, I would recommend you rest now. You will need your full strength for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? What's happening tomorrow?"

"I am going to teach you how a Mandalorian fights."

Ezra raised an eyebrow, "You seriously think you can teach me to fight like you in under three days? You can't be serious."

"You're right, I can't Bridger, but I can show you how one of your opponents may fight, tell me, how proficient are you in hand to hand?"

Ezra shrugged, "Fairly good I'd say, the force helps out a lot in terms of my reflexes and my strength."

"Your abilities will give you an edge over your opponents, but not enough in my opinion. I am going to tell you these men fight," said Fenn.

"Isn't that a bit underhanded?" asked Ezra.

"Everything about this is underhanded," answered Fenn, "Now, that room right behind you is yours, get some sleep."

Ezra gave Fenn a mock salute, "Can do Captain."

Morning came early for Ezra, who was quite tired out from the previous day's proceedings. As soon as he got done cleaning up in the guest fresher and dressed in his newly acquired armor, he exited his guest quarters to find an empty house.

Fenn had lift a holo note on the table of his kitchen that lit up as soon as Ezra approached.

Jocaster, breakfast will be in the main area of the stronghold, grab some and meet me at these coordinates.

Ezra was confused for a moment as to who the note was addressed too, but quickly remembered.

"Right, I'm Jocaster now," he deadpanned, and then took off in a sprint towards the main living area of the Wrens.

As soon as Ezra entered the building, a strong, tantalizing smell hit his nose through the filtration system in his helmet.

Several tables had been hastily assembled around a buffet of Mandalorian breakfast food.

Ezra had no clue what any of them were, but boy, he could tell they were all great in some form or another.

Quickly grabbing a tray and selecting what smelled best to him, he made a quick pace towards the exit before any undesirable people could decide that he was a target for them.

Of course, things never seemed to go quite right for Ezra and he bumped into someone as he rounded a corner.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't see you…" he began to apologize as he noticed who he had bumped into.

"…there," he finished, as his brightly colored, Mandalorian crush got her balance back.

Sabine gave him a reassuring smile, "It's alright, I wasn't paying much attention to where I was walking either."

"Right, well, I really gotta get going," he said, trying to avoid conversation, but he was stopped when Sabine gripped his arm forcefully.

Oh sithspit.

"Hey, where are you off to so soon, huh?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Nowhere important," replied Ezra weakly.

Sabine's face brightened, "Well then, in that case it shouldn't be too much to ask you to join me then."

"Um, well, I…" Ezra started to backtrack, but Sabine interrupted him.

"Because, I am not eating in there, and I was hoping for some decent company because mother is gone on her mission, Tristan is off on Mandalore, and Fenn is Manda know where."

"Actually Sabine," said Ezra cutting her off, "It is important, Fenn wanted me to meet him in a bit."

Sabine looked slightly disappointed, "Protector stuff, right?" she asked.

Ezra nodded, "Yeah, Protector stuff."

Sabine shrugged and turned to get some food.

Ezra's mind raced, it wouldn't do to have Sabine disappointed in him. She and "Jocaster" needed to start connecting if he wanted to have even a slight chance of not becoming Jedi stew when she discovered who he was.

"Wait Sabine!"

She turned and gave him a one over.

"If you want some company, we could spar sometime tomorrow, how about that?" he asked.

Sabine shrugged again, "Sure, sounds fine to me. Nothing like beating up your potential future husband to get you going."

Ezra snorted, "That won't be happening anytime soon Wren."

"It better not, or I'm gonna be stuck with random Meathead Mando number five," she quipped, and then she disappeared around another corner.

She hasn't changed a bit, thought Ezra, smiling to himself as he prepared himself for whatever Fenn had in store.

The place Fenn had decided that they were going to occupy was a small, gym-like square room. There was a console near the center of the room surrounded by various bits of work out equipment.

Fenn was currently sitting down on a bench near the console and when he saw Ezra, he beckoned him, "Bridger! Come here and have a seat. You can eat right here."

"Isn't eating before any kind of training a bad idea?" asked Ezra.

"It most definitely is," Fenn agreed, "Which is why today is just a lesson, I've analyzed some of the opponents you are going to face and their histories."

Ezra sat down and dug into what looked like a biscuit, "Alrigh," he said while chewing, "Wadya haf fer mh?"

Fenn gave him a look of disgust, "Do you have no manners at all? Who taught you to eat like that?"

Ezra swallowed his food and gave Fenn a raised eyebrow, "Well, seeing as how my parents are dead, I didn't really get the chance to learn!"

Fenn looked at him in shock as he processed Ezra's words.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," he said to Ezra, looking ashamed.

Ezra sighed, "It's fine, you didn't know, don't get all chocked up about it."

Fenn nodded, and filed away that tidbit of information about Ezra into the back of his mind, "Well, there are two key opponents that I think you are going to worry about."

Two pictures of the two people Ezra had encountered earlier came up onto the screen.

"These two guys," Ezra growled.

Fenn nodded, "Yes, these two. Despite their disdain for the Protectors and me, I have to admit that they have impressive records," Fenn gestured to the large orange armored man, "This is Jaden Yun. Large, powerful, and a sponge for damage. This guy can take hits like no other from what little I've seen of him fight."

Then Fenn gestured to the smaller man, "And this is Tal Yun, a real nasty piece of work, agile, cunning, and very good with knives."

"Where did you get all this info about these guys?" asked Ezra, his interest piqued.

"These guys were originally mercs for hire, now that the civil war has started up, they returned to fight with their clan," Fenn explained, "This is all info they've shared to attract potential customers."

"Right."

"They even have some footage of themselves fighting. Of course, to understand them, you are going to need to understand the various forms of Mandalorian close combat.

"Sabine actually taught me some of it," said Ezra.

"Then we'll jog your memory."

And with that the lesson began.