Son of Mandalore

Sgt Surge: Hi thanks for the review big fan of Star Wars myself :D, going to follow the show in a pattern. You'll be able to tell what episode I'm using but the story/outcome will change along with a few experiences for the crew that haven't occurred in the show. What's your favourite Star Wars movie and why?

Mitchsharwig15: I'm trying my best :D thanks for the reviews, do you have a faction in Star Wars you like? E.g. Sith or Jedi

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AN: This chapter is exploring his past, a fore warning now. I will endeavour to make the next chapter/s understandable from not reading thespecificpart of the story. Please don't come at me with pitchforks… on to the story

Previously

"His name is Kandosii Ordo, the Jedi killer. His family are directly linked to death watch and he's a rumoured fanatic like his parents, they knew my mother even headed up death watch's elite strike force. He's extremely well trained in swordsmanship, even rumoured to be better than Mandalore the Ultimate who fought against countless Jedi in the last Mandalorian attempt to conquer the galaxy. He's never been beaten and he views those who side with Imperials to be traitors to all Mando'ade in other words me" she finished looking down knowing that if she was caught by him it would end in her death.

"We'll protect you though, it's what we do" Ezra tried to comfort Sabine who smiled in response, the boy could be endearing when he wanted to.

Aboard the Manda'yaim's A'den

The ship was silent, drifting through hyperspace towards an old republic medical station a few systems away from potential rebel bases. He'd received Intel from Agent Kallus that the rebels hadn't been successful in raiding their medical supply lines unlike the weapons and food runs which they had managed to surprise the idiotic supply commanders, which lead him to believe that they would try alternative means of acquiring the goods. Kallus was sceptical but left the bounty hunter to his work

The kriffing pull of the force was calling again but this time it felt dark and cold even with the star ship's heating system on, He had quite a lot of time to consider alignment but wasn't sure on how to proceed. Supporting the imps when they were paying for it was bad but surrendering to their rule was unforgivable, Mandalorians in the past had backed the Sith against the republic and the Jedi. A victory against the rebels would offer some honour… who was he kidding? The empire hopelessly outmatched them in military and resource capabilities it was a wonder that the rebels had lasted this long. His ancestors would be ashamed those who fought in the Mandalorian war especially, the great Mandalorian war showed a time where Mandalore had attacked the republic outnumbered by over five to one almost toppling the galaxy; it was the most revered era for most combatant Mandalorian clans. He angrily sliced the training droids that were circling him into pieces' moments after he began his onslaught; emotions were the source of indiscipline and evil to the Jedi whereas to the Sith they were conduits. he felt the dark chill that usually accompanied him when he came out of a battle frenzy.

The Jedi was right he lacked focus, his past victories had made him weak, complacent even. He tried to meditate like one of the Holocrons had instructed after fighting, apparently, it aided balance and helped empty the mind restoring the Jedi's connection to the living force or something along those lines, he didn't much care he just needed to rid himself of his anger before the ship suffered; the problem was there being an awful lot on his mind made it hard to focus on clearing the thoughts from his head.

He managed to gently push his inner worries about the present back trying to connect with the holocron's teaching and try to gain focus, however by emptying his head of worries a flood of voices all too familiar came back to him; ones he would remember forever…

"You did it! You killed me and my friends for what, money? are you truly heartless?" he was back on Naboo facing the first Jedi he had killed, though his appearance was haunting. The eyes that he remembered were a light blue glassed over and his complexion was completely pale with ash across his face scarring him,

"Why? We did nothing to you, we sought peace and to help all" the Jedi from Dantooine appeared next with doe eyes and her body tucked in facing away from him, after all he knew the girl was gentle, seemingly as pure as the countryside she was hiding in. It was the guiltiest he had felt… it was when he turned his back on Death Watch ideology of those who were too weak to fight were cowards and deserved no place in the galaxy, his mother had been less than impressed his father sympathetic to an extent but still didn't truly understand, how could they? The two of them were trained killers who showed no remorse. It didn't matter to him at that moment what his parents thought of him, he had lost a great deal of respect for both death watch and himself, the lies he had been fed of glory and superiority.

The journey to the outer rim planet had not taken long, it wasn't a long journey from Ordo, his home world but the event would scar him. Reports of a female who matched the descriptions of a former padawan of a renowned force user had reached Ordo and he eagerly left hoping to find a worthy opponent. After a few months rooming in several of the colonised areas he heard a rumour she was only few years older than him she must have been a very young padawan, she was 20 now and the purge of the Jetiise. The girl had sought refuge inside an abandoned complex far out, nowhere near any locals.

She had been weary the speeder bike showed that she had recently returned from some village where she had most likely offered assistance, compassion a Jedi's weakness he had once thought… she was not armed; no lightsaber in sight, he approached saber drawn no remorse could be seen under the helmet and he radiated evil; this was what 'true' Mandalorians did, purge the world of weakness for manda's sake she didn't have anything to fight with… this was a glorious deed he told himself each step he took towards her another Jedi kill.

"Please no, you don't have to do this" she begged her eyes widening; her aura radiating terror when it had moments ago been tranquil, peaceful and full of compassion, the true epitome of a Jedi. She dropped to her knees praying almost; His resolve was rapidly declining he could feel it. The pull of the light, but it didn't stop the swing which was fuelled from a wild panic to adhere to his 'family's' code that now haunted his every nightmare and now living memory. After he had swung realisation replaced what he thought was duty and honour a great emptiness began to settle in. He did not feel above this Jetiise, this Jedi was far superior in both mind and spirit than he ever would be; he dropped to the floor a great pain erupting in his chest. They teach you that there is glory in death but all he felt now was remorse, how if he could have at that point given his life to bring back the Jedi; he would have done so without question he knelt and saw the life slowly drifting out. He hadn't struck well; he had attempted to pull the blade away unconsciously which had resulted in a poorly aimed strike which inflicted a mortal wound but one that which would not kill instantly.

"I'm sorry" his voice barely above a whisper, worthless wind to anyone else on the planet and the rest of the galaxy.

"I'm sorry too… *coughs up blood* you are important to the future of the galaxy… learn from this and…so cold... The sky is wonder...full" her head began to lull gently towards the right.

"No, I can save you stay with me, please… don't go" he said pleadingly taking off his helmet, tears streaming down his face. He had done this, caused all this pain and it hurt deeper than any physical scar he had obtained in his training and past encounters with Jedi. He scrambled at his utility belt desperately trying to claw the kolto and bacta medipacs.

"You… have… a c-choice… for…me make the right o-o…one and consider us even…" she exhaled her last laboured breath, her head now lying back with her eyes wide open gazing into his own and her body at rest. She was taken from this world too soon by something or someone who doesn't belong in it. His shame and guilt consumed him punching the floor not caring that he had broken all his knuckles. Pain he could manage, once more he constructed a funeral pyre but not before making a solemn vow. He would make the choice she would want him to make… his purge of the innocent would cease, no more would he blindly follow anyone.

End of Flashback

He came out of the meditative state with a chilling sweat and a sense of relief, from the horrors of the mind to the horrors of the galaxy he knew which one he'd fight that was for sure. He went to the fresher before proceeding to the cockpit, upon entering he spotted C5 the modified protocol droid who manned the co-pilot spot on his ship; what could he say? droids didn't ask for payment or question his orders. The ship dropped out of hyperspace at the abandoned medical station.

"Sir preliminary scans of the station indicate that the station was fully operational only a few minutes ago, we will begin jamming long range transmissions immediately as per protocol 88"

"Good work C5 prepare the ship to land, choose a discreet hangar bay. I don't want them to run as soon as I'm inside" Kandosii ordered before quickly checking his gear and running for the landing ramp, this time they weren't going to get away this time.

He entered the neglected hangar bay taken back by the sheer size of the station, it must have contained entire battalions of injured soldiers back in the clone wars. The place despite the damage could easily have been changed into a medical facility for nearby systems, the empire didn't care for the suffering of others which was something he was beginning to see more and more everyday around the galaxy, on Mandalore the empire hadn't changed much and didn't rule with an iron fist. A war on Mandalorian home turf was just as good as suicide for the imps, the ruling clans have unique space routes in and around the systems which provided the perfect defences and counter offences. They figured it would be best to appease my people, some clans joined them willingly and a few begrudgingly went along with imperial protocol; though none had directly opposed the empire except for Ordo under the guise of terrorists. We didn't have it bad compared to some world's so there was no definitive reasoning for us to take up arms against the imperial rule of the galaxy.

As he approached the hangar doors he realised they were locked shut with an undignified huff he withdrew one of his lightsabers and began to cut through, using the force to open the door could quite possibly give him up if the Jedi were here and that was something he couldn't afford, he decided to try locate the command station.

"C5 can you upload a map of the station to my helmet?" he whispered knowing the droid would hear him before checking his surroundings the narrow hallways with no illumination and parts of the supporting structures hanging loosely and growing chill gave him a bad vibe, he wasn't alone in these corridors and it certainly wasn't the Jedi who gave off this aura. He was drawn out of his thoughts by the map coming up on his heads-up display, the droid earned his power costs.

"I detect five lifeforms aboard the station master excluding yourself, all except one are in the command centre"

"Good work C5, prepare the ship for take-off. I want to be able to pursue them if they somehow escape the station" he noticed it was a significant walk to the centre, he powered up his jetpack and flew through the station having to duck and roll to avoid the debris. It didn't take long before he was coming up to the command centre, he turned the corner powering down his jetpack when he came face to face with the kid and the aruetii who were detained by two inquisitors both of which were now looking directly at him the girl with shock and terror. His face quickly formed a frown he didn't like that look it reminded him too much of the vision. The female inquisitor turned around after her probe droid relayed a message coming face to face with Kandosii.

"Who do we have here, one of your rebel friends I assume?" she spoke turning to glance at the aruetii, she went to speak but Kandosii cut her off.

"No, I'm the bounty hunter lord Vader contracted to capture the boy and his master" he spoke his voice sounding mechanical as it came through his helmets microphone.

"Well it turns out he won't be needing you as we have them in our care, hiring your kind to do an inquisitors job is insulting!"

"You should leave bounty hunter now!" the grey skinned inquisitor shouted, making to grab for his lightsaber, Kandosii's eye twitched. He hated being told what to do and they were in the way of his prize.

"You gonna make me? Give me the boy and the girl and I'll mention to lord Vader you assisted, first and only offer you're gonna get" he spoke firmly he wasn't going to lose this opportunity to get the aruetii and the Jedi Vader was after, whilst this was going on Ezra and Sabine were tensed watching the verbal spar eyes switching between both the Mandalorian and the inquisitors hoping it would start a fight so they could slip away. The seventh sister and fifth brother looked at one another and nodded both igniting their lightsabers.

"How about we have some fun, haven't killed a Mandalorian before" the seventh sister exclaimed joyfully before beginning to attack swinging her lightsaber horizontally aiming to chop the bounty hunter in half who expertly backed away from the blade before igniting his own and a blue lightsaber he had on his belt.

"I haven't killed an inquisitor either but I'm looking at two dead ones' now" he uttered calmly which puzzled the inquisitors, most people feared them and they couldn't sense any fear from him.

Kandosii charged forward taking the initiative offloading a flurry of attacks engaging both at the same time, whenever one would strike he would manoeuvre around the inquisitors as if it were a dance. Using the walls, he bounced off catching both blades before somersaulting in between the crossed sabers now being blocked by each other. Slashing across the face of the seventh sister and catching the joint in the fifth brothers knee protection severely cutting into the knee causing him to drop in agony. Now alone the seventh sister began another onslaught surprising Kandosii pushing him back. He scanned her fighting patterns with his helmet and found a weak point, immediately countering a low swing and parrying her weapon away he was about to take the final swing but was blocked by the fifth brother who looked angry, feeding off his pain and anger at being bested.

The ability to use his form in this enclosed space was restricted as well as he was beginning to tire and the other inquisitor had recovered with her lightsaber back in her possession, both now advancing towards him. He glanced back and noticed that the two were handcuffed to the command table, he looked back towards the advancing inquisitors and spotted the ceiling looked weak. He pulled on the force collapsing the ceiling before they could get closer. Before running to the command centre it wouldn't hold them long not long enough for him to get both rebels to follow. Plus, he could count his contract with the empire as void after fighting the inquisitors.

He bent down towards them both and brought his lightsaber to the cuffs quickly destroying them. Earning looks of shock and surprise.

"Go to your ship and get out of here that debris won't hold them for long" all three of them looking towards the barrier which was slowly being reduced.

"You're not going to capture us?" Ezra questioned

"No Jedi, my killing of your kind is over" he spoke before looking at Sabine

"Your family miss you although they wouldn't admit it, if you want to see them come by Ordo. Make sure to say you seek an audience with me though wouldn't want you to get shot down before you make the surface, now we need to move now" he said before they all took off towards their ships, maybe Tarro and Sabine could resolve the family differences…

The rebels made it back to the phantom with Zeb and chopper meeting them on the way who had managed to get the medical supplies they were after, they managed to escape just as the inquisitors ran into the hangar whilst Kandosii made it back to his ship with no one following him, it still didn't stop him from sprinting when he couldn't use his jetpack.

Both spaceships came alongside one another, the ghost crew looking towards the cockpit of the Manda'yaim's Aden, Kandosii and the crew nodded at each other before going their separate ways into hyperspace.

Chapter Finished

Aruetii= Traitor, foreigner

Kandosii's been driven apart from his imperial links by his pride and refusal to back down, what is the next move for the rebels? Find out next time

(if you got to here and you don't want to kill me, you have the constitution of a true Jedi)