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When we landed there was a flurry of snow howling in our faces. It made things difficult to see. I had to use the force to curb the wind and keep myself warm. My headdress still flapped about some, but not terribly so. Vosa trapped my shoulder and motioned for me to stay close. As we began to sprint toward the Mandolorian camp weaving through the green fir trees as we went. We barely made a sound despite the muffles of crunching snow. We arrived to see the Mando camp set down in a small ravine. Tactically not the best place, but it was out of the cold winds.

We quietly spread out and made ourselves ready for Dooku to make the first move. Then I saw Jango land and walk in amongst his forces. It was then we made our presence known. Dooku ignited his blade, Igniting my own green blade. I walked out beside Vosa, her twin blue blades at her side. She stood next to Dooku. I saw the various greens and blues of the rest of the Jedi Strike force as well. Quite an intimidating sight.

The Mandolorian answer to our intent was instant. There was no running about for weapons. They either had a rifle hanging on their person or pulled out a weapon from their already immense kit or grabbed one from a weapon stand. I was impressed and a bit nervous seeing the amount of slug throwers among them. Slug throwers weren't as big an issue for Jedi as many believed. Whatever allowed non-force sensitives to sleep at night was fine with me. Still, they were a far better option than blasters, that was for sure. I want to shoot one actually.

I looked at Dooku as he made his presence known. Standing proud, more like nobility, than a Jedi Master. Well, I guess he was a Count or soon to be Count. He had been in talks with the Governor all morning. I suspect he was trying to sus out the lies. I hoped anyway.

Dooku, using the force to enhance the volume of his voice, called out, "I am Master Dooku of the Jedi Order. I have been made aware of your crimes by the local Governor and am here to see you answer for them. I am giving you one chance to stand down and surrender peacefully to my custody until I can sort out what is true and what is false in these claims." I felt my stomach drop as it wasn't all that different from canon, at least not the last part. Dooku did listen, it seemed. Now would Jango?

I looked at Komari. She remained silent looking down at the Mandos in the camp with determination. Yet she kept her mouth shut. Her outburst in canon was one of the deciding factors in irritating Jango enough to call his troops to fire on her first. I felt a tension in the air as Jango's reply seemed to take eons for an answer.

"Jet'ii, I can't do that." There was an undertone of pride in his voice. I willed with all my heart that they would stand down. One of his subordinates turned and said something to him. They must have had a brief chat through the coms in their helmets. The other Mandos were still wired up and looked like one hair trigger pull away from firing.

"Let me reiterate." Dooku called once again. "While you will all be imprisoned for your crimes, you will be in my custody. The Governor will have no power to decide your fate, unless he can definitively prove you were acting on your own accord."

Jango retorted with a hint of anger. "That spineless hut'uun promised us information for putting down that little rebellion of his."

"So you were under the impression that the protesters were rebels?" Dooku stroked his beard, "That is a bold claim, however one I am inclined to agree with considering your profession. What information could you have gone through all this trouble for?."

"That is our business Jet'ii!" Jango got very defensive. The Deathwatch was the True Mandolorians' House cleaning in his eyes, so it was understandable he wouldn't want the Jedi to take his quarry. Still not really helping matters.

I was concerned as well as relieved. The fact this was taking so long was a good sign that Dooku was trying to get more out of this mission than an embarrassing footnote in his tenure as a Jedi. It was also giving Jango time for his blood to cool. That was good.

"And you are our business, Mandolorian-" Dooku ceased his statement and looked in the direction of the colony the Galidraan Resistance had been based out of. Despite being located behind some hills in the distance, even with a small bit of focus I could feel the sensation of sentient life being extinguished. The cries and terror being unleashed through the force battered against my senses, before being snuffed out one at a time. I had never felt such death before. It was overwhelming.

"The settlement is under attack," I whispered.

"I thought they were all accounted for. The butchers must have left some of their troops in the settlement to clean up!" Vosa hissed loudly. "I say we attack now." Vosa looked like her earlier calmness was slipping. I will be fair in saying I was a bit ready to dive into the fray as well. The screams and cries were really messing with me. It took everything I had to just push them aside enough to think. I could sense the same struggle and tension in the other Jedi in the strike force.

Dooku held his presence better like the Jedi Master he was. He looked back to the Manda'lor. "Here I thought you were done with the killing?"

Jango didn't have force senses, but his body posture indicated that he knew what was going on. I remembered that he knew Tor Vizsla was still out and about. "Deathwatch," he growled. That or he heard our conversation with the enhanced hearing unit is his helmet. Impressive gear.

"And who are these Deathwatch?" Dooku inquired.

"The reason we came here. Rivals to our ways and the true butchers." He gave Vosa a brief glance when he emphasized the word "butchers."

"They must be making more "evidence" of our crimes. We didn't kill any noncombatants when we attacked the insurgent staging area outside the city."

Dooku turned to the Jedi Strike Force. "Knights, we have little time. The people need our aid."

"HOLD! JET'II!" Dooku looked at Jango. "The Deathwatch is our quarry. We have traveled too far, and too long for someone else to kill Vizsla." He turned to his Warriors. "Vode! Let's move! We got dar'manda to kill!"

There was loud, "OYA!" Heck, I almost cheered alongside them. I was a bit of a Republic commando fan in my old life. I was just glad I didn't have to kill them.

Of course, Jango didn't wait for Dooku to answer as he and his men launched into the air via jetpack and took off toward the settlement nearby where they put down the insurgents previously. Now home to a bloodbath of civilians.

Dooku shook his head, "Stubborn Fools." he muttered. He turned to us. "Let the Mandolorians deal with this so-called Deathwatch! Focus on defending the civilians, and corralling the all Mandolorians. I want none to be able to leave the city."

We took off sprinting with the Force pushing us along once again. Dooku was leading the charge again. Komari ran beside me. There was no sense of stealth this time and the entire strike force stirred up a white cloud of freshly fallen snow as we pushed faster and faster with the force.

"Not the "Little Mandalorian War" you were expecting, huh?" I remarked while dodging a tree.

Komari smirked and gave a light chuckle.

"Focus," Dooku admonished the two of us. I immediately shut up and eventually the settlement came into view.

Houses were burning and smoke wafted out from the settlement. The Deathwatch were thorough, but going door to door takes a while even in a smaller settlement like this. Of course the True Mandos got there before us, and we arrived just in time to see the Deathwatch collectively shit their pants. See they left their asses hanging in the wind. Never a moment thinking that the Jedi and the True Mandos would stall long enough to figure out what was going on. I mean it worked for them once, but I was happy to see that wasn't the case this time around.

The True Mandolorians hit them like a freight train. I saw two warriors collide in the air in a tangle of limbs. Then they exploded above a house, causing it to light on fire. Poodoo, there were people still caught in the crossfire. Kriff, I hated urban warfare.

We dashed into the city, dividing up into teams of two. Komari and I took a side street, seeing a pair of DeathWatch soldiers shooting a duresteel trash bin that had a screaming voice coming out of it. I realized in horror they were heating the garbage can up with blaster fire. It took everything I had to quell that desire to rush in hacking and slashing. Instead I focused and wrapped the individual inside the bin in a protective cone of the force.

I didn't have to tell Komari what to do with the Deathwatch. Twin blue lightsaber blades danced out. The Deathwatch soldiers couldn't even react as they were bisected twice over. I pulled a human boy from the bin. His hands, legs, and part of his face sported second degree burns. I quelled the furry in my chest seeing his sorry state. It took another force of will to do so.

I looked at Komari who was ready to charge out of the other end of the alley after seeing the boy's burn marks. I could see she was damn near over the edge of falling into that bloodlust that could lead to the Dark Side. I had an idea.

"Komari." She turned and I shoved the kid at her. She shut off her blades in a surprised rush and held the kid. "We need to find him somewhere safe. Remember to keep a level head. He needs you right now."

She fumbled a bit and positioned the kid on her hip. "You're right." I sensed her shame at letting herself almost slip into a rage fueled bum rush. Granted a deadly whirlwind of a bum rush. I took point after that, and ran around the corner reaching out with the force, lightsaber at the ready.

One Deathwatch soldier was shooting an old lady's corpse with casual indifference. I saw the corpse of another boy who looked remarkably like the kid we pulled from the trash bin. Most likely he was dead checking. I was about to use the Force to throw a broken piece of speeder plating at him, when he became alert, looking for an enemy. Word must have gotten out that the True Mandos and Jedi were both here.

I stepped out. He immediately launched off the ground. I held him in place with the Force, I strained and pulled the Deathwatch soldier back toward the ground. His jet pack screeched as it tried and failed to move. He sent a shot my way. One of Komari's sabers deflected the bolt away. Then the jet ran seemed putter out as the fuel inside was expended trying to get away. He was yanked down with the same speed he had raced off with. My pull of Force smashed the bastard back down into the ground. Beskar metal clanked and bones were crushed. It was a bit of a rush, that feeling one I immediately quelled. Damn it was easy to let the power of the Force get to you.

I didn't have time to check his body. Instead we saw a Deathwatch soldier fly overhead. I was going to grab and pull him down, but a True Mando was hot on his tail. With a precise flying shot to his jet pack, he exploded. The True Mando then landed by us and she looked at us. She looked at the kid, not needing further explanation.

"I saw some more noncoms in the building just down from here." She pointed back the way she flew.

"Thanks" Komari said,

I just nodded and the Mando took off again. I noticed her armor was silver and purple. That was all I had time to really glean from her as we moved on.

We found the civilians. They seemed really happy to see us. An old man was taking pot shots at Mandos and Deathwatch alike while they fought.

He looked positively overjoyed. "Jedi," he said. I remembered what the Jedi could be to the common folk then. Heroes. It was a strange sensation. Tal'or always took me to crime dens and various underworld goings on that it was hard to remember a time when that word "Jedi" was said without disgust or derision.

He saw the boy in Komari's arms. "That's one of the Carsold boys. Did you find his twi-?" Komari shook her head. He nodded. "Get him inside. My daughter is watching the other door."

"You held off the Mandolorians for this long?" Komari said impressed.

"Not long, they started on the other end of the city. First my son-in-law died on the field of battle and the damn mercs decided to come back and finish us! That karking governor! If I ever get my hands on him…" I wanted to tell him about the two different groups of Mercs. I stopped, doubting he would give a kark.

"There a place you can hide more securely than this?" I asked instead.

"Used to be town Hall, but it's a crater now" I nodded and looked at Komari.

"Go on," she interrupted me. "I will lock down this area and you can move on to the next."

I launched out of the house and ran down the street, reaching out to sense more life as I rounded another corner only to nearly get blown apart by a rocket. I dodged the blast with a leap and deflected a blaster round in the air away from my person with my lightsaber. That handy precognition saved my life once again as it had on many many occasions. I twisted in the air and landed on my feet scanning the area. A Mandalorian in dark blue armor called out with zeal as he landed with flare.

"Jet'ii. I am Pre Vizsla of the DeathWatch and I challenge you to-" I gave a glance around his feet seeing the devastation he had wrought before my arrival. A group of dead bodies littered the small interaction. All looking like they were shot in the back.

-able combat." he finished. I wanted to give into the rage and break his spine. Instead I held my lightsaber in a defensive Soresu stance. He pulled a vibroblade and charged, inighting his jet back. I held my ground and parried his strike like a matador weaving past a bull. My green blade quickly lashed out and slashed along his back. His armor deflected the blow, but the straps holding his pack were easily sliced through. His jet pack continued to fly into the air outside the town before falling out of sight.

Pre clattered to the ground, rolling to a stop. His vibroblade landed somewhere out of reach. Didn't matter. The one day Deathwatch leader stood shakily. I didn't give him much of a chance before I called out.

"Lost your jet pack I see." he growled and sent razor discs my way before firing blaster bolts from his pistol. I dodged and reflected the bolts back. Vizsla also dodged the bolts and held up his gauntlet to fire a wrist rocket. He never got a chance to fire it.

I continued talking. "Allow me to help you find it. I'll even give you a boost." I reached out with the force and sent him launching into the air at least ten stories. He screamed as helpless as his victims did no doubt as he landed a few seconds later with an almost comedic clunk.

I kept going, pleased to rid the galaxy of a future headache and to see if anymore survivors were to be found.

I noticed the bodies piling up as I went, finding an empty park. It was a slaughterhouse with piles of corpses. The death echoes still carried in the Force. The overwhelming pressure returned. I was about to double back when I heard a voice on the other side of the park.

"Looks like you lost another one. Jango. Even with the element of surprise you and Mereel's ilk are still weak." I saw Tor Viszla standing over another Mando, the Darksaber ignited in his hand. Jango stood not twenty paces away, his posture looked tense and ready to strike.

"Tor," His voice held an emotionless tone that made me, a karking Jedi, impressed. "Shut up and die."

Both Tor and Jango charged. Tor thought he had the edge due to the Darksaber he carried. Oh how wrong he was. Tor's stance was good I will admit. I would have picked him apart easily, but for a non-force sensitive it would do. I wish I could say it was a long drawn out beautifully choreographed fight, but Jango wasn't playing around. Tor died as he lived, like a little bitch. Looking back, I still cringe at the creative ways Jango found to make Tor suffer. Glad I didn't see most of it.

I looked away from the fight and reached out again. To my surprise I sensed life from the supposedly dead Mando Tor had killed. It was faint but there. I rushed over while the two Mandolorians fought, Well it was more like an operating table to showcase why Jango was Manda'lor. I kneeled beside the Warrior and surveyed the damage.

His left arm was gone. And another slash that ran across his chest was the major issue. The armor took a stronger blow than it could handle. One of his lungs sported a catharized burn so his breathing was ragged. His heart still beat and that is what I focused on. I was no healer, but the best I could do was provide energy with the Force until someone more qualified came along. I reached out and touched his person to make it easier for me to transfer my energy.

I sensed his aura was still fighting for life. It was a losing battle, but he fought on. A word rang in my mind.

Shereshoy

It wasn't a word but a concept. It was the Mandalorian way of life. To fight on to the last possible moment, never once giving in. Even every breath was battle in its own way. Especially on the brink of death.

I focused my will on it. His mind reacted hesitantly and responded well to my boost. I learned a name. Myles of Clan Fett. Adopted son of Jango Fett. That explains much of Jango's cold anger in the comics and the fight with Tor he was having now. I think I heard the Deathwatch leader screaming and begging to just end it in the distance.

Shereshoy

The world sounded in my mind again. This time it echoed out through me like a beacon connecting to all the True Mandolorians. I sensed them all gaining a second wind with the word. The battle which had turned into a stalemate after the initial surprise wore off, turned rapidly. The sensation spread to the Deathwatch as well but far different.

Dar'Manda

The Deathwatch seemed to reel back. Their fighting lost its coordination and they seemed to be on the verge of breaking. The word haunted their very core. Another word echoed into their being.

Hut'uun

This shot through the heart of their morale and the Deathwatch broke. The True Mandolroians pressed the advantage fighting like they never had before. Such clarity and grace. They hunted the Deathwatch. The scum ran and all died like their previous victims, in fear, their spirits' broken and dishonored.

And like that the sensation faded away. I opened my eyes to see Dooku knelt down on one leg meeting my gaze at eye level. He looked at me with interest. He seemed to know what I did. I couldn't recall what it could be. An old memory twirled out of reach to what it was, but then it flited away. When I tried to press it to return, all I got was a jumble of Mandolorian words buzzing in my brain.

Dooku stood and offered a hand like the Gentleman he was. I took it and he helped me up. "Come Padawan, let the healers tend the young warrior."

I looked about. Komari and the other Jedi were there. All looked at me, wondering what Dooku saw that they didn't. The older Jedi looked like they knew. Dooku gave them a sharp look. The unspoken word to not say anything yet.

Another mirialan Jedi went to work stabilizing Myles. I could feel him helping Myles' natural processes heal faster. Slowly knitting and jump-starting his cell repair.

Jango appeared next to Dooku. I looked to see Tor Vizsla's corpse. It was not a pretty sight. Best I could describe it was if a contortionist got hit by a truck and ragdolled into a trash compactor full of logging saws.

"He lives." Jango said with a slight tinge of relief. I noticed the Darksaber hanging from his belt, but didn't comment.

The Mirialian healer nodded briefly.

Jango looked back at Dooku. "I will turn myself in on the condition you allow my men to go."

Dooku nodded. "I accept. However, I believe your testimony will be more than enough. He gestured to Vizla. After all, it seems we caught the culprits of the massacre in the act. I will overlook your people's part in this. After all, Dead Mandolorians is an outcome many in power will be more than satisfied with."

Jango again simply nodded. "Thank you Jet'ii," Jango turned to the Mandolarions he had left. Many trickled in after the battle. He said something in his peoples tongue. They took off on jet packs to collect armor and the wounded. A couple stayed to put Myles on a lift stretcher.

We stayed another day. The healers kept many civilians alive until the proper authorities and medical aid was rendered. The Mandolorians focused on collecting and burying their dead then got the hell out of there. Others salvaged the armor of the Deathwatch, throwing it into bins and loaded it on their transport. The armor-less bodies of the Deathwatch were left where they lay to be thrown in ditches by the locals most likely. They were gone in a couple hours.

The Jedi mostly kept the peace as the city dwellers were not keen on the Mandos getting to take their dead away first. Dooku just wanted the Mandos to get out of there and they did.

Dooku would later confront the Governor and the slimy bastard was arrested using Jango's testimony. Jango was given a reduced sentence, on Coruscant. By reduced, I meant that when he eventually escaped, they didn't bother looking for him or putting out a bounty.

We did leave quickly. Dooku seemed in a hurry to get back for some reason. It could have something to do with what happened during the battle, but it could have been anything.

I sat in my room meditating. Remembering and focusing on that feeling when I reached out to the Mandolorians mid-battle. Again I was at a loss for what exactly I did. All I could really recall was various memories of hunting wild beasts and bloody battles that I had gleaned from the Mandos in the colony.

I sensed a presence.
"Enter," I said and heard the door hiss open. Jango himself entered. He was still armored head to toe in armor. He had given his word that he would not escape so he was allowed to still wear it for cultural reasons.

"You're the Jet'ii that saved Myles." It was a statement.

I stood and gave a polite bow. "Yes, Manda'lor. But the healers did most of the work." I used his proper title.

"No even they admitted, he would have been gone if you hadn't found him."

"Oh, may I ask what this visit is about then?"

"Aye, just dropping off a gift from Myles. He wanted me to give this to you for saving his life." He held out a case. I grasped it carefully and opened it. Inside the case was a Westar-34 model blaster like Jango's pair, but it had blued steel finish and had a carved wooden grip with some sort of six-legged wolf engraved on them.

"Does he know I am not allowed to have many possessions?" I was truly honored. It was a nice piece.

Jango nodded. "He knew, and Dooku said that cultural gifts can be accepted." Made sense as it was best not to offend various cultures and Mandos did worship weapons. Well more the weapon's overall application, but semantics. The Jedi usually put these types of gifts in the archives. I didn't want to do that with this though. This was awesome.

"Then I accept on those grounds." I smiled and bowed.

Jango shrugged. "Do with it as you please. I have something to offer as well. You saved ner ad, my son, which means I owe one. You may call on it at any time."

This was helluva boon to have up my sleeve down the line. "Yeah I might take you up on that one day."

"Koor, It is done then. Ret'urcye mhi." And with that Jango left.

I set the case down. I rifled through it, finding an instruction manual. Standard fare and an advertisement for more Westar products and accessories. Then I found a note in barely literate basic.

Thanks for saving my shebs.
-Myles Fett.

I smiled and shut the case. Going back to my meditation. The feeling of my triumph felt good? I wanted to bask in it. Let that feeling wash over my senses, but again I squashed it away. No pride was a dangerous emotion. I wouldn't be taken in by it. I couldn't risk falling. I was already playing fast and loose with that line as it was. I focused instead on what will happen with the True Mandolorians running around now? Time will tell I guess.

A/N: I originally had both battles, but while sitting all day in the combine, I had realized that much of what Luminara did in the first chapter would have caused things to hash out differently than in canon. I think it worked out well enough.
I have much to work on and next to no time so it will be sometime before the next chapter. This chapter was about half done prior to harvest starting up. I will do my best to respond to comments when I have the time. Hope you all like it.