After having downed several Bes'uliiks from Mirta Gev's side, Rhal stopped dodging and firing once he saw a Nubian starfighter, with a golden protocol droid stuck to its underside, enter the battle several thousand miles away. He knew that it was going to wipe out his whole fleet even before it started doing so.
He quickly activated his shipboard comm for a fleetwide transmission to all of his own ships. "All forces, fall back! I repeat, fall back! Jump to hyperspace wherever you can! Just leave the system immediately! Don't ask why!" Rhal then deactivated the comm and veered his ship away to leave Mandalore's gravity well for hyperspace.
Alas, however, Rhal's command was in vain. The Nubian starfighter blew through the remaining Death Watch Bes'uliiks before any of them had a chance to enter hyperspace - either with its own projectiles, projectiles between the Bes'uliiks, or the help of the Mando fighters loyal to Gev - in a matter of two minutes.
And Rhal was the last of his own side in the battle. And he found himself surrounded in a ring-pattern by a still-strong army of Mandalorian starfighters, with both the Millennium Falcon and the Nubian fighter right in front of him.
Rhal's shipboard comm pinged, and he answered it.
"Rhal," Mirta Gev's voice came through, "I'm only giving to give you one chance here. Surrender or die."
"And how do I know I won't die anyway if I come peacefully?" Rhal asked.
"You're really in no position to know that," Gev replied. "However, I have promised Grand Master Skywalker, for the sake of the Jedi Order, to spare your life and send you into exile if you are found guilty in a fair trial under the Mandalorian nation."
"Since when did you care about what the Jedi think, Gev?" Rhal growled.
"Since I invited them to these now-failed negotiations, Rhal," Gev answered. "And call me Mandalore, if you do not wish to join the ranks of the Cuy'val Dar."
Rhal ground his teeth angrily. To be one who no longer exists, which was what Cuy'val Dar translated to from Mando'a, was a greater shame than to be called an aruetii, a traitor, or a hut'uun, a coward. If Rhal was going to have any chance of mounting another resistance against Gev again, he really had no choice but to operate. He may not have much left to lose at this point, but he was going to keep to what he had by whatever means necessary.
"Fine, Mandalore Gev," Rhal conceded reluctantly. "I humbly surrender on behalf of the Death Watch."
"Hmm," Gev replied with a disappointed tone. "I was honestly hoping you would make a futile last stand against me, Rhal. Would've been a lot more interesting, and it'd've been nice to get rid of scum like you from this nation. But, since you made a smart decision, I guess I just have to abide by it. Prepare for transfer to the Firespray that's coming your way."
Rhal looked in the direction of the aforementioned vessel that flew his way, and he readied his suit against the vacuum of space for transfer to the other ship.
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"Han, Leia, thank you for your help," Mirta said to the Solos at the Millennium Falcon's airlock. The three of them were now waiting for the transport that brought the Mandalore here to take her back. "You have my gratitude and the gratitude of the entire Mandalorian nation for your assistance against the Death Watch."
Han and Leia both nodded wordlessly.
"Can we expect you to hunt our asses down again if you're on some sleemo's payroll?" Han asked before her transport ship docked with the Falcon.
"Han," Leia said with a chiding tone.
Mirta held up a hand. "Fair question,. Leia. And, Han, you don't have to worry. Since my grandfather died, I inherited his fortune that he made throughout the decades. I won't have to bounty hunt for the rest of my life. In fact, my own grandchildren won't have to bounty hunt. So the fact that I won't come after you shows how grateful I am for your help."
Han nodded sardonically. "At least we know you've let go of the past between us."
By then, the Falcon shuddered slightly with the locking of the transport vessel locking its airlock with Han's legendary ship. Mirta simply turned away without another word and left.
After Han and Leia returned to the Falcon's cockpit, the ship received a transmission that Han responded to immediately.
"Hello?" Han asked.
"Meesa called Jar Jar Binks, and I haveta your humble servant," the voice of a male Gungun replied.
"Oh, Captain Solo, I never thought I would ever say this, but it is so good to hear from you again!" C-3PO's voice replied. "Jar Jar is headed your way to return me to you."
"Wonderful," Han replied sardonically. "We'll unlock the airlock for you."
By the time that the Nubian starfighter, which had Threepio, docked with the Falcon, a new ship dropped out of hyperspace.
"Han, what is that?" Leia asked as they looked out through the viewport.
Han looked at both the readouts and the viewport as he squinted to get a better view. "It looks like... a car."
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"Unidentified craft," the masculine voice said over the carship's commboard, "this is Mandalorian second-in-command to Mirta Gev, Goran Beviin. Identify yourself and state your intentions."
Space Cop pressed a button on his board to respond. "Mister Beviin, this is the carship, my name is Space Cop, and my friends and I are here to meet up with an ally of yours that helped you defeat Belok Rhal and the Death Watch."
"Which one?" Beviin asked.
"The Nubian starfighter," Space Cop said.
A new voice replaced Beviin's. "Space Cop, whatta yousa want?"
"You can wipe out whole fleets by yourself, and yet, you still sound like you just came out of the Special Program of a high school," Space Cop pointed out. "How are you not ashamed of yourself?"
Jiah Laiko swapped Space Cop at the back of his head. "Ow, my head!" Space Cop exclaimed. He turned his address back to Jar Jar. "Alright, look, can you meet up with Jaina Solo Fel aboard the Faux Harla?"
"Sure, whatta for?"
