A.N.

I do not own Star Wars. I do not own Kim Possible.

This is a fanfic that I've been working on for quite sometime…and I feel very passionate about!

I'm trying my best to give this story a Knights of the Old Republic feel to it. And I promise I will do all I can to make this just as successful as Grounded for Life and Kim's Empire with the same mixture as Resurgence of an Empire. Its depth does not lie in the star wars universe as much as it does in the plot itself…There are a few aspects that I changed from the canon, but nothing too dramatic.

If you're not too familiar with most of the references or terms then there is little to worry about. I always keep starwars illiteracy in mind, so I explain a lot of the things. But you are expected to know the basics. Like what is a light saber!

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PLOT:

The Republic is on the fringe of collapse due to war and corruption. During these difficult times, Jarren, a Jedi Padawan, faces his final trial to becoming a full fledged Jedi Knight…unfortunately the trial involves a race well known for their dark ideologies and violent nature, The Mandalorians.

As Jarren meets with Kim Possible, an adopted member of the Fett clan, and as a separate group of fallen Jedi march against the Mandalorians to relieve the Republic, he finds himself faced with a difficult decision, to ignore the pleas of the Republic, all the while becoming a common enemy among the clans due to his identity or join a rallied movement against the Mandalorian attacks and face being called a deserter of the Jedi teachings. Either way, his chances of passing the trial is rapidly becoming impossible!

Enjoy!

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Chapter1- Evading the Inevitable

The skies over Nar-Shaddaa, as busy and bustling as the planet's surface, was filled with in-coming and out-going traffic of smugglers and slave-ships, each belonging to some illegally active corporation. But Jarren, a blue haired young man, wasn't interested in watching that, his focus was fixed upon the one star-fighter that was locked on his sensors.

"Tee-Three, power up the front deflector shields. The Nar-Shaddaa traffic is like flying into a flock of Rancors!" The targeted ship swerved and dived around and past freighters and orbital stations, Jarren in hot pursuit, "This guy seems to be enjoying himself!"

And he sure is smart. Somehow this pilot knows how to get a Jedi off his trail. Nar Shaddaa, or any other metropolis planet, is the best place to get lost in. Whether it is a Jedi or anybody else, the hustle and bustle of people, their thoughts, their activity, creates a blur in the Force, a sort of vibrant and constantly molding energy. It makes it hard to focus, difficult to read. And somehow, this pilot knows that…or he made a very clever guess to run here.

But, Jarren's master, Corran Jinn, always taught him that there's no such thing as luck…then that means this pilot came here for a reason.

"Tee-three," the droid responded with a simple beep, "give me readout on the closest corporation headquarters our friend is going to land near."

Tee-three beeped what sounded like a question.

"Just do as I say, I have a feeling whoever this person is wouldn't have lead us here just to leave afterwards."

The clever fool almost led me into a trap!

When the two ships finally made it through the atmosphere they zigzagged and twirled between past interchanges and between the typical tall and dark Nar Shaddaa towers. Not much different than Courascant, Nar Shaddaa is home to the most ruthless criminals, and not surprisingly, a lot of its corporations and businesses are owned by Hutts, whose illegal networks unfortunately stretch out to the farthest reaches of the galaxy.

Oh yes, this is the perfect place for Jarren's suspect to get lost in.

Jarren has been after this man for over a week days now. He's a suspect for a simple crime, which the Jedi assigned him to investigate. Really, there's nothing more he'd love to be investigating right now other than what the Mandalorians and the Republic are doing. But the Jedi Council wants no involvement in the Mandalorian Wars. War is not a Jedi business!

At last, the suspect's ship escaped…but undoubtedly, he landed somewhere near here.

"Find us a landing pad, Tee-three. I'm going down to find him!"

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Oh, how different this place is from Dantooine, the home planet of Jarren's Jedi training. Does nobody here know what a pleasant smile looks like?

Criminals, refugees, bounty hunters, gamblers, smugglers, at least they have a place to call home in the galaxy. Jarren would hate to see any of their likes back on Dantooine. For this reason, Jarren is grateful for Nar Shaddaa.

"Glorious Jewel, alright!" muttered Jarren, that's what Nar Shadda's name means in Huttese!

According to Tee-three's readouts, the closest corporation to this area, and also the most powerful, is the Exchange. A very popular organization that deals with business the likes that Jarren's suspect is in on, bounty hunting, but, they prefer to call it 'hired mercenaries'.

Jarren entered what looked like a docking area for freighters. Crates were lined everywhere, yet nobody seemed to be working here. The view of passing traffic above was spectacular as always. Towers totally eclipsed the horizon. It was always night here on Nar Shaddaa, but the illumination from the buildings made up for the darkness.

"Hello sir, how may I be of service?" Jarren turned around to find a silver plated protocol droid standing in front of him.

"I'm looking for a man, a pilot. He landed near here moments ago."

"Yes, a man did come here; he asked me several questions about the Exchange."

"What kinds of questions?"

"Business related questions. I believe he was seeking to hire mercenaries…or join."

"Interesting."

"Ah, here he comes now!"

Jarren turned around to find a crowd of heavily armed aliens, of different breeds, walking through a door on the other side of the docking area, coming his way.

"Ah, you were the one following me!" spoke one of them, he was masked, unlike the others and his voice was mechanical.

"You are suspected of a crime, you're going to have to come with me!"

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Jedi!" with a gesture of his hand his comrades raised their weapons, varying from vibroswords to blasters. Jarren also noticed other mercenaries appearing from different hiding spots in the docking area, "I was afraid it was going to come to this!"

Jarren immediately leapt at an incredible height and ignited his light saber just before a series of laser blasts struck his ground. The poor protocol droid exploded into a heap of junk. Jarren came down on a group of the mercenaries and cut them down without much difficulty. A couple came on to him with vibroblades in hand, weapons capable of parrying a light saber. They swung but Jarren parried and cut off their arms, leaving them incapacitated on the ground moaning their loss. It wasn't long before the rest of the mercenaries realized they were over powered and fled, but Jarren's target didn't run far before he intercepted him.

"Where do you think you're off to bucket-head?"

"You think this is over, Jedi?" taunted the helmet wearing man.

"What are you talking about?"

"You Jedi always think you've got everything figured out, and that all your troubles will fade away if you ignore them. Well, you're wrong!"

"What does this have to do with anything?"

The mysterious criminal cackled under his helmet, "You think you've avoided the Mandalorian Wars? Well, you're all going to be surprised when you figure out the inevitable!"

"What is the inevitable?"

"Fighting a Mandalorian!"

"You are a Mandalorian?" Just as the words came out of Jarren's mouth the sturdy armored man before him swung a vibroblade in his direction, and kept swinging until Jarren had dodged enough to leap over his opponent.

"Shouldn't you be in the frontlines?"

"In a sense, I am." The warrior swung again and again, "and I've been craving to go home carrying a Jedi ornament…they'd surely make me Mandalore!"

"You…lead the Mandalorians? I wouldn't count on it!"

To taunt a Mandalorian surely must be the most dishonorable thing to them. At least, that's what Jarren thinks from what he's heard. The Mandalorians are savages!

"You wouldn't know a Mandalorian if he stood in front of you and took off his helmet!" his opponent mocked, and as they locked blades, the rigid warrior allowed for one hand to slip into his blaster holster and rapidly unleash a heated bolt just past Jarren's dodging head. Unfortunately for the Mandalorian, Jarren took advantage of his opponent's single-handed effort and sliced off his arm with a simple swerve.

"Rraaagh!" he yelped in horror, but directed the pistol, insisting to kill the Jedi, only to be disappointed once-again and had his second arm sliced off as well. As he roared in terror, the warrior charged at Jarren with his full body to find a light saber blade ripping through his chest.

The combatant's heavy body collapsed on to the ground, suddenly falling still. Jarren then rummaged through his pack and discovered a datapad.

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Jarren stood before the Jedi Council, back on Dantooine. Masters Dajaar, Vrook, Atris and others all sat, perplexed, listening to Jarren's report.

"A Mandalorian on Nar Shaddaa you say?" Vrook began, "This is most disturbing."

"Yes, master. He carried this Datapad with him, a lot of it was deleted but this part remains." Jarren read aloud the piece that mostly intrigued him, "Mandalore chose my brother to take up his mantle. He must be blind to have made that choice! My sister could do a better job, I wouldn't mind if Mandalore had gone for her instead, too bad she always saw herself Kim Possible first and Kim Fett second."

"What do you make of it?" asked Kavar, a sturdy human.

"Chosen a successor, Mandalore appears has done." Spoke Master Vandaar, a short brown skinned humanoid creature with frog like features and pointy ears.

"It's an opportunity for us to make a difference, and perhaps stop this war." Master Zez-Kai Ell, pointed out, a bearded human with a thick moustache.

"I'm not so sure, they could take it negatively, and then wage war against us." Vrook argued.

"I concur. They have been known to hold a lot of hatred towards us Jedi and our ideology for a long time…it's a great risk." Kavar agreed.

"Master, if I may interrupt," spoke Jarren, "I believe this is a risk worth taking. It is possible that the Mandalorians are dealing with The Exchange, and if that is true then this war could be heading towards a darker path. Also, If only for the sake of the sacrifices many planets have made throughout this war, we could gain a lot of knowledge about our enemy."

Silence ensued until Zez-Kai Ell interrupted, "What are you proposing, Jarren?"

"I'm requesting the council to permit me to travel to Mandalore, for the sole purpose of culture research and investigation on the Mandalorians recent activities. Besides, I believe it is almost time for my trials…I believe this would be the perfect task. Again, the final decision is yours."

The masters exchanged looks and finally Master Vandaar nodded solemnly, "Very well, to Mandalore, you may go. But, consult with your master, I suggest"

Jarren smiled and bowed, "Thank you master, I will."

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A.N.

This is where the fun begins!

I'm sure most of you Mandalorian Star Wars fans, like myself, will enjoy this fic. (I did a lot of research on them specifically for this story). Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable fans will also enjoy this…it's got a bit of everything!

Warning, don't expect much shipping! This is not a romance story. (But…you never know for sure.)