Hey there folks coming at you with another new story here, this time a crossover with Star Wars and Percy Jackson, clearly there are some massive changes between the pjo elements and their original form including our main character Percy. He is a bit different than what we get in his book series but that should be expected having been born and raised a mandalorian.
I will admit to having had a lot of fun finding various ways to adapt what I could from Percy Jackson into Starwars, mainly into Mandalorian elements. I look forward to continuing that as the story goes on so keep an eye out for locations, groups, and even individual characters that have been tampered with to fit the setting. I really hope you all like what I am doing with this one. It's kind of off the wall a bit but I think it will be a great story.
We have a bit of a shorter chapter this time as well. More of a prologue than an actual chapter one. The next chapter should be longer and will immediately altering some of the canon we know from rebels. This is set in the time period of rebels to start out, and we will definitely see some rebels characters and moments, but this is a full blown star wars crossover so expect the story to extend beyond that series.
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Mand'alor The Destroyer
Grimm Days for the scattered factions and clans of Mandalorians across the galaxy. As ever the homeworld of Mandalore, once seat of an expansive Mandalorian domain changes hands through continuous conflict.
With the rise of the Galactic Empire the various groups of Mandalorians either pressed into some sort of service, permanently forced into the life of vagabond mercenaries, or hunted down. Most groups have slipped off into the shadows of the galaxy to wait and watch whichever way the wind blows.
Not all follow such strategies though. The Imperial regent Saxon Clan wages war upon the remnants of House Kryze and their supporters for rule of Mandalore and her colony worlds however neither is recognized by the majority of Mandalorians of the galaxy as the true Mand'alor.
Now a third figure builds up the strength of his House and allies far from the traditional heart of his people's power.
Chapter One
Testing the Waters
The Kom'rk fighter transport circles the Mandalorian style castle on Crait. It was a rough building that stood out against the vast salt plains of the planet. At least on one side. On the other it seemed to merge with the steep rocky cliffs that flanked a practically ancient mine that had steadily been integrated into the castle's structure over the last several years.
Slowly the ship came to land alongside a handful of other vessels beyond the gates. A sign of deference to the residents within that would hopefully be respected for its implications. The day would have enough tradition and ceremony to worry about without adding a stuffy greeting and pretentious greeting ceremony.
Luckily the young warrior's personality was well known by those he was here to meet and such actions wouldn't be considered rude. Simply exasperating.
Though the fact that he strode off his ship alone without the proper decorum of one of his station was a bit dubious. It too could be overlooked if only in light of recent events.
As he approached the entry of the fortress he was greeted by a pair of silver clad female Mandalorians. White cloaks fluttered behind them in the breeze as they stood guard and nodded their helmets in welcome as he strode toward them.
The deep red of the underside of their cloaks contrasted sharply with their other colors but actually matched the cloth portions of the approaching man's outfit even as it clashed with the blue and sea green coloring of his own Beskar armor.
"Lord Perseus, the Mistress and Lieutenant as well as the Forge Master all await you in the old war room." One of them spoke.
He paused in his path to glance up toward the windows near the top of the castle's tower. Just beyond the three banners. Two depicting the shape of a silver fox head on a red field, a mark for the native ice foxes of Crait and symbol of the local group of Mandalorians. Above them fluttered a banner depicting a trident. One denoting three prongs of a single weapon.
"Very good, I know the way." He said before turning his attention away from the tower and entering the elegant but utilitarian facility.
What few other Mandalorians he passed by bowed their heads slightly or otherwise gave some sign of respect as he passed by. Most wore the silver, white, and red of the Huntresses, or Vixens as some had come to call them. Some of the greatest female warriors not only among the Mandalorians but in the galaxy. Sadly they were few in number, just as their people as a whole were these days.
Many others wore the bronze and crimson of the Craftsman's Lodge, the War Forge. Clan Vulkan led the group as it trained the forgemasters for many clans across the galaxy. Artists more than simple artisans when it came to working the Beskar of Mandalorian warriors, they were excellent allies to have as well. As steadfast and trustworthy as Beskar itself.
The last group among the others were those that sported a myriad of colors and designs of their armor. Many had the blue and green markings on one of their pauldrons showing a blade stabbing toward the sky. Their allegiance to his own House of Anaklusmos obvious through that simple marking.
The few others that lacked such marking denoting them as members of one of the other three were all too young to have earned their Beskar yet. Children only recently having earned armor at all.
All showed him respect as he walked past them. He was one of the leaders of their organization after all. At least now that his father had passed away, leaving him with the reins not only of House Anaklusmos and its vassals but the role of leader for their faction as a whole.
At least he could trust the leaders of the other branches of the faction to truly support him rather than try to claim power for themselves or act as simple minded sycophants. He smiled beneath his helmet as the door to the old war room was opened for him by the guards outside it.
Inside all but the other leaders among their people had been removed and his childhood friends and comrades spoke in soft tones about their situation and the situation of the galaxy as a whole.
"Getting started without me?" He asked, causing them to turn to face him.
None wore their helmets at the moment allowing him to easily see their faces and the expressions of happiness as well as sympathy on their faces.
"Perseus…we heard about your father." Zoe, the current Mistress of the Vixens said with a sympathetic tone.
"Dad went out as we all would want to, fighting. He had a strong stance against slavers and the Zygerrians will never rise again thanks to his actions. Now though the last of our predecessors are gone. We are the new leaders of Trident. The burden is ours alone." Perseus said stoically.
"More like it falls to you big guy. Don't worry though we are here to lend a hand." Leo said as he clapped a hand on Perseus's shoulder.
The diminutive Forgemaster was a case of misleading appearances. Smaller even than the likes of Thalia and Zoe, the two women they shared their current space with, he was no less a dangerous opponent for anyone to face. Coupled with his inhuman skill at working Beskar and designing ships and armor for their forces he had been the obvious choice to succeed his half brother at the helm of the Vulkan clan.
The much taller head of the House of Anaklusmos simply chuckled as he removed his helmet showing his tanned complexion, wild black hair and vibrant green eyes.
"We rule our people together, Leo." He said simply as he placed his helmet upon the table alongside the others.
"Not hardly. We might make decisions for our own groups but your father founded Trident, and you succeed him. We will support you but we are more like your delegates or advisors…as long as you don't kark things up too badly." Thalia said.
Perseus rolled his eyes at her. She was the second in command of the Vixens after Zoe herself but she had once been nothing more than his cousin and a member of his clan. She had worked herself to the bone and done more than most could imagine to reach her position so to have her voice her support even with the playful jab at the end was meaningful beyond measure.
"As both of them have said, we trust you Perseus. We do need to come up with a plan of action though. As my own predecessor used to say, stagnation is the biggest threat for our people." Zoe joined in.
He blew a small breath out at the words of Zoe. She was a good ten years his senior but even she was deferring to his judgment and he could feel the pressure from that fact building on his shoulders as if his armor was suddenly increasing in weight.
"Well, let's take a look at what we've got then and proceed from there." He said stepping over to the holographic map of the region of space in the outer rim.
Centered at the map was Crait and it's surrounding planetoids. The world was largely abandoned and had been home for the Vixens for quite some time even prior to their membership in Trident. It was remote and perfect for a base of operations for a group like the Huntresses.
"After your father's funeral most of Trident's personnel are gathered here. They can return to the flotilla once they have finished the traditional celebration of a good death. We have a pretty good sized force on your homeworld and in the Foundry." Zoe pointed out to the various places that the Trident considered their property.
Alongside Crait, House Anaklusmos ruled an entire system with three habitable planets and several asteroid stations that their vassals called home. Perseus own homeworld boasted several larger settlements and fortresses that recruits could be drawn from and that could act as a home for their forces.
The Foundry on the other hand was an ancient shipwright facility that was all but derelict. Only rough ten percent of the structure even had life support any longer but that was the home of Clan Vulkan and where they educated prospective forgemasters in the art of shaping Beskar. Most of the clan remained on their own personal ships or even stayed with their allies in Trident settlements, but the Foundry was their home and crucial for the Trident as it had the facilities to maintain the flotilla.
The mobile capitol of their faction, the flotilla was just that. A small group of ships centered around an outdated battleship and a handful of corvettes. The support staff as well as majority of their forces typically called it home as it made it especially difficult for the Empire or any other hostile forces from pinning down their location.
"All in all, with the Zygerrian remnant slaughtered we have a prospective future thousand plus recruits to our forces if every orphan among the freed slaves becomes a foundling. Unfortunately we also lost nearly thirty of our number along with your father. That brings our numbers to just over five hundred warriors between all three of our groups." Thalia explained.
"We need more warriors, we can't wait for the next generation to take care of things for us. It's our responsibility to give them as advantageous of a position as possible when they succeed us." Perseus said.
"Well, what can we do? I think I speak for everyone when I say we can't just recruit adults in. They would never be one of us." Zoe said.
"Even your mother could never truly be one of us." Thalia said softly though she still grimaced at the sharp look in his eyes that shot her way.
None mentioned his mother's past as a slave without feeling the agitation of Perseus or his father before the man's death.
"There are other ways. Lots of scattered clans. We have the numbers and power to make them bend the knee." Leo said.
"The moment we started doing that they would make the term scattered actually mean something. No, we need a way to begin drawing them to us. Prestige is the life blood of alliances for our people. We need more." Perseus said.
"Again, how. Unless you plan to challenge the imperials, which is suicidal I might add, we have no real lead going forward." Thalia said.
"Yes we do. We might not have stepped foot on it in years but Mandalore remains our home. For all Mandalorians. My father has approached the factions that claimed it twice in the last two tries to forge something similar to what we have. To build a true unified Mandalorian presence in the galaxy again." Percy pointed out.
"Twice before, but both times the faction your father was meeting with collapsed. Mandalore is in the middle of yet another civil war between House Kryze and the Imperial puppets that once followed House Viszla." Thalia pressed.
"House Kryze has passed itself off as rulers of Mandalore for too long. Their adherence to our ways comes and goes like the seasons and they are most responsible for our own exile from our homeworld." Zoe bit out.
"Still better than the imperial dogs pissing on the homeworld's traditions to please the likes of the dar'jeti." Leo growled.
"That we can all agree on. On both points. However my father had dealings with both sides and he spoke much more fondly of the Kryze sisters than any of the Deathwatch." Percy pointed out.
"The newest Kryze leader was a member at one time you know." Thalia said.
"So were some of our own number. Kryze owns her mistakes and still fights for Mandalore. At the least she has some honor." Zoe said.
"Dad said that too. She's also smart enough to turn away from the fool notion of pacifism that her sister followed." Perseus said, getting a round of nods.
"So what is the plan, Percy?" Thalia finally asked him bluntly.
"You aren't going to like it very much." Percy said with a smirk getting narrowed eyes both from Zoe and his cousin while Leo snorted in humor.
"I plan to leave Trident in your capable hands for a few weeks as I look into the happenings on Mandalore and the nearby colony systems. Thalia, if you wouldn't mind running my House in my stead for that time as well." Perseus said getting another snort from Leo while both Zoe and Thalia looked less than amused.
"You want me to run your clan and my operations as lieutenant of the Huntresses while you go, by yourself, into what could be an active battle zone. What the hell is wrong with you? Di'kut." Thalia snapped.
"You haven't called me an idiot so brazenly since I started beating you in spars. It's been a long time since then Vixen, mind your tongue toward me." Perseus suddenly bit back causing any humor to drain out of the room.
The other three were taken aback but quickly recognized that Percy was already on a short fuse thanks to his father's death and the challenges that came prior to his ascent to head of House Anaklusmos. What's more he couldn't allow disrespect toward his person anymore, even among his friends. It was unbecoming of someone considered a ruler of Mandalorian rather than just a commander of them.
"Perseus. My lieutenant is simply trying to say that the risk to your person seems unnecessary especially after losing your father so recently. Trident couldn't easily take the blow of your loss following his." Zoe diplomatically intervened.
"Why not send verda anyway? A scouting mission would fit them better." Thalia asked.
"Warriors can be great scouts but we don't just need scouts we need a liaison. Name one among our forces that can fill that role better than the four of us in this room."
"Then why not one of us?" Leo asked.
"I may be the head of this group but the truth is I am the most expendable. Anyone from my House can do my job. Who has as much knowledge of the forge or our ships and gear than you Leo. Thalia you know practically every hidden path in the outer rim and that keeps our forces especially the Huntresses one step ahead of any opponent. Do I even need to point out your importance to your girls, Zoe? Only Thalia and a handful of others weren't trained directly by you, not to mention you are the one to have built the bond between the settlers of Crait and the Vixens." Percy said as he paced around his closest comrades.
They didn't have anything to argue once his piece was said. While Percy was the glue that held Trident together with their predecessors now all dead, the different groups in their coalition could still survive without him there. They would likely even maintain their allied status
"Fine but, why alone?" Thalia petulantly asked.
"One shadow slips past the eye, many grab its attention." He replied simply.
"Since when did you begin quoting proverbs?" Leo asked with a laugh.
"I thought it could be fun. What, don't you like it?" Percy chuckled.
"Enough of this banter. We have far more to cover on this topic. I think we should all join the others in the feast and drinking games first though. We need it before he explains his actual plan." Zoe said as she picked up her silvery helmet and made for the door followed by a laughing Thalia and Leo.
Perseus chuckled as well as he retrieved his helmet before taking one last glance at the holographic image of the world he had set his mind on. He wasn't ready to reveal all of what he was thinking to the others but in time he knew they would support him. He just had to lay the foundation before he began making any kind of real moves.
Perseus enjoyed the festive atmosphere as best he could. It was tradition among their group to celebrate the lives of those lost after a funeral, to remember the good times and embrace a lively atmosphere as if to send their fallen brethren off with warm wishes. It also provided a great opportunity to share stories of those recently deceased to remind all those present of the many good times they had shared.
It was bittersweet having such a celebration for his own father. Perseus knew that his father, like he himself and most Mandalorians wouldn't choose any other ending for their life. It didn't quite smother the sense of loss one felt when a parent had fallen. Percy's mother had refused to participate in the event at all and instead returned home following his father's funeral. That was fine though. She wasn't actually mandalorian. Her ways were not his father's ways and they were not his ways.
The next morning Percy bid farewell to his friends and left Crait as his trustworthy comrades prepared most of their forces to return to the flotilla and await the next move. Perseus had instead taken his kom'rk and made for some of the Mandalorian colonies.
Practically every system of mandalore was ruled by a different clan or faction. Many still swore loyalty to a House like his own or Houses Kryze or Viszla. Many more didn't find a need to swear to anyone at all. That was the problem with individual independent clans. They had no proof of loyalty and so any alliances or agreements collapsed with ease.
At least in the seemingly endless session of blood feuds and small wars between clans. Each of which only fed into the larger fights of factions such as the Mandalorian Resistance and the Deathwatch during the closing days of the Clone Wars. Navigating the web of Mandalorian politics was effectively the same as trying to navigate hyperspace lanes without a computer to calculate stellar drift. That is to say damn near impossible.
So Percy had no intention of trying to wrangle a thousand individual clans under his control. He would eventually have to bring some to heel, but he needed to figure out who the real players were before then. That meant the various alliances of semi-respectable warriors that remained. Despite the hatred that most factions of that variety had for one another they did all follow some level of similar tenets of honor. They also were bound up together making it a lot harder for the clans involved to simply scatter like those with no allegiance beyond their own family.
With that objective in mind it limited Perseus' targets to a mere handful. The colonies closest to Mandalore and the homeworld itself were a bit too involved with the empire or actively in the midst of battle between various factions to attempt anything with. There were some outliers a bit further away though.
First and foremost the Protectors of Concord Dawn. It was a very old colony and the Protectors were a rather old group as well, one that he might find some common ground with, being as Trident was not fond of Deathwatch and the Protectors had actively battled them in the past.
He just had to hope that they were in a conversational mood when he showed up. If not then he'd do things the old way.
A short hyperspace jump later and he was entering the system only to have jumped right into the midst of a dogfight between other kom'rk fighters and A-wings. Seemed the Protectors were sending someone packing as Perseus watched the brief battle occur.
The Protectors easily had the better of it as they tore the A-wings apart. In the end only a single kom'rk was even lost in the fighting and only through a completely sacrificial move by one of the A-wing pilots. Perseus almost pitied whoever they were as they fled. Then against they should know better than to try to dogfight the Protectors. They were somewhat renowned for their ability in fighter combat and air support.
The group's leader Fenn Rau was a solid honorable if shrewd and pragmatic sort. The exact kind of man Percy was looking to meet with. It didn't hurt that he brought a proven track record of piloting skill and time as a trainer to the table along with his own squadron and small army of loyal Mandalorian warriors.
"Unidentified star fighter vessel, respond and identify yourself or be designated hostile." A voice crackled over Percy's communicator.
"Well, here's hoping." He said before flipping his communicator on to transmit.
That is a wrap for this one, short I know but this is a really brief introduction. We will get to see Percy making moves next chapter and some combat soon as well. The Outer rim at this time is lawless and filled with conflicting factions not just among mandalorians and if Percy is going to progress toward his ultimate goal he is going to need to start carving a swathe out for his followers. That is not going to be easy but it will definitely be entertaining to watch as it happens.
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Chapter 2 is already under construction so I hope to have it out soon.
Anyway
Till Next Time