"...you know, I've been thinking…"

Finn looked over at Poe, the two of them in the middle of trying to re-fit Mandalorian jetpacks back together. Poe was much more mechanically inclined than Finn was, after all he HAD been a pilot, so he was doing a better job at it than Finn. On top of that, Finn had kept thinking about that Darth Mendax. He had felt something for him. Something stirring inside him he hadn't felt about anyone but…well…Poe.

He couldn't believe it, but…he was becoming attracted to that white-haired Sith. He'd actually had a couple daydreams now. The question was…how to let Poe know? How would Poe take it? Poe could get very jealous…

Finn took a deep breath before he spoke up. "I was thinking maybe we should…invite that Darth Mendax back to our ship next time we see him, he said he'd be coming back to help us with the Mandalorians, that he wanted to go to Mandalore to speak to the general of its army, and I was thinking maybe…"

"Wait, are you…INTO him?" Poe's eyes widened a bit. "I mean, sure, he's easy on the eyes but…you…you LIKE-like him?" He wanted to know. "Well, that's a surprise." he chuckled.

"You're not mad?"

"Look, I know I could get…a liiiittle jealous in the old days." Poe insisted as he held his hands up after he put the finishing touches on the last jet pack. "But I like to think the more time I've spent with you has "matured" me like a fine wine."

Indeed, it'd been pretty bad. Finn had seen Poe "accidentally" trip people he thought were casting eyes at Finn. When Finn had suggested swinging, or experimenting with threesomes once, Poe had come across as VERY hurt, his voice had been raised to such a high pitch only dogs could hear! But…if he HAD changed a bit since they first began going out, well…

"...alright. If you think you could take it, I'll send Darth Mendax a message and ask him to meet us here, he can take our ship with us to Mandalore." Finn offered. "Phew. I'm so glad to hear you're not bothered by the idea of me being into other people. I mean…I gotta be honest, I DO notice other men, I kinda always have and…" He hesitated once more before he spoke. "Sometimes I do sort of believe that maybe, even though I wouldn't really act on it, it means you love me more than I love you, and that does bother me. I mean, you've only ever shown eyes for me, so…" Finn confessed.

Poe just patted him on the shoulder. "Finn…that's fine by me!"

"Wait, really?" Finn gaped slightly, scratching his head, brown eyes locked to Poe's own.

"Of course. If you loved me JUST as much as I did you, let's be honest…we would never leave the bedroom. I love how different you are. And I don't mind if you don't love me QUITE as much as I do you." Poe said. "Just means I get to do all the smothering and soak in how cute you are when you're embarrassed by it!"

Finn rolled his eyes and bonked Poe in the shoulder. "Oh, you!" He sighed.

"Yeah, ain't I a stinker?" Finn laughed.

So, it didn't take long before "Darth Mendax" was in the same ship with them as they soared off for Mandalore, Darth Mendax sitting down at a "Mandela" game with Finn, biting his lip. He'd felt over the board and the pieces to get an idea of how to properly play and his blind frame was otherwise still as he thought about his strategy. Finn triumphantly grinned, a bit smirk on his face as Poe, meanwhile, was up front, flying the ship…though looking in a mirror to peer behind him, at the game.

"I have never beaten Finn ONCE. He's just plain better at this game than me." He admitted. "Finn's the king of games."

"I keep getting in my own way…" Darth Mendax muttered. "...hmm. Maybe if I just trust in the Force?"

"That's now how the Force works!" Finn laughed, shaking his head back and forth as Darth Mendax moved a piece on the Mandela board. "...wait, what?!" Finn now realized…oh! The Sith had actually caught one of his pieces! Hmm. So he tried moving another piece. Then Darth Mendax moved and…

Uh oh. He was actually beginning to lose. Slowly, but surely, he was losing more pieces. Darth Mendax was picking up the pace, he kept hopping the round Mandela pieces about, but…at the very end…

"PHEW!" Finn wiped his brow. "Just barely won." He shrugged. "You did really well for a first time, though." He said. "Want to go again?" He reached out for a piece, and Darth Mendax did the same and-

Oh. Their hands touched. The two stood stock still, looking into one another's eyes, though Mendax's was unseeing. Their hands softly twitched a little as they felt over the texture of one another's skin, and for a moment, both wanted to speak, but…to speak would be to hurt. To undo the magic of the moment. So, instead…they gently withdrew, and slightly looked to the side a bit. Poe, meanwhile, was sniggering in his seat.

"Heh-heh-heh, Finn, you're blushing like a teenager!" He laughed.

"You know, he's right. We should try and approach this…maturely." Darth Mendax insisted. "We're both adults, right? Let's speak plainly." He took in a deep breath…then spoke. "So…you shave your legs?"

"Nah."

"Me neither."

"TOO adult. EW!" Poe gagged, rolling his eyes.

But at last, they had arrived at the capitol of Mandalore. People couldn't help but recognize Finn, all of them waving at him as he walked along the streets…despite how shabby the streets looked. It was true, the economy had been hit hard. Big chunks of the road were under construction, entire street lamps sagged or were half-broken. Windows of shops and homes were boarded up, and people were wearing, if they had armor…barely any at all that wasn't cracked-looking or dusty or with faded colors to indicate their age. The people of Mandalore were in a bad spot right now. Anyone with eyes could see that. Gazing at that familiar face, Finn, was sparking something sorely missing in the citizenry…hope. Because if HE could make it…well…then they could too.

As the three made their way to the capitol building that housed General Mandalore, 10th of his name, "long may he reign", who was doubling as both the chief executive officer for the government and commander IN chief, they couldn't help but notice he wasn't dressed up in fancy armor or clothing. No. He was wearing…a plain white shirt. Slightly baggy pants. He was, at the moment, scrubbing what looked to be a LOT of unpleasant graffiti off the door to the capitol building with a host of guards as he glanced over his shoulder.

"Well, well, it IS you. I've heard so much about you, Finn, from my chief sergeant. You knew him as a child, if I remember correctly? Lorr?"

"Ohhh, yes!" Finn laughed. "You know, I never thought he'd get far in the army, if I'm being honest, General." he admitted as he and Poe saluted, Poe jabbing Mendax in the arm and whispering "Salute"...which Mendax did, but in the slightly wrong direction. "Old Lorr's nickname used to be "Accident Pants"." He said as, sure enough, Lorr looked up from the rubble he was clearing away nearby with a broom and dustpan, the rather-large-nosed, dark-skinned, long-haired man frowning. "Remember that? Remember that?"

"I remember somebody BEGGING me to help them up when they slipped and fell and got stuck in the school toilet. Remember THAT?!" Lorr said darkly as the guards now began to laugh uproariously at FINN as Poe tried to stifle his laughter.

"You got your butt stuck in the TOILET?!" He cried out, guffawing madly despite the hands he held over his mouth. Finn deeply blushed as Mendax sympathetically reached over and patted his shoulder…or rather, the side of his arm, before he adjusted it to pat his shoulder.

"Still, I appreciate you coming here. We will clearly need better training to fight off these Sith from Darth Plagueis. Who better to do that than other sith?" General Mandalore the 10th cheerily laughed as Lorr put his broom and dustpan away.

"What will you need to help our men train? We will spare whatever expense we can manage."

"It's about tactics…not money. If your men want to beat the Sith, they'll need to think like Sith…isn't that right?" Mendax asked of Finn and Poe as they nodded.

"Yes, and that means that…" Finn hesitated. "...we are going to have to ask you to engage in…well, frankly, very dirty, dishonorable tactics."

The laughter and giggling and smiles stopped. The Mandalorians quietly looked about at one another…then at Finn. They could see he wasn't joking. The implication hung in the air like a bad fart as one by one the muttering and mumbling began to rev up.

"I'm not sure my men can do this. Our economy, our once-great numbers, our weaponry, our armor…all that is left of us is our pride in our ways, our honor, our integrity, and…you want us to toss that away? To leave us with nothing?"

"I GET that. I really, truly do." Finn insisted. "However, we're facing an enemy that doesn't have any honor, any integrity, and even the tiniest bit of mercy. They'll just torture and kill and slaughter to get what they want, and we can't reason with them."

"I don't know, if you can just disregard your principles when they get tough, then…what good are they?" Lorr spoke up as the other Mandalorian warriors nodded, clearly feeling this was a very convincing argument. Mendax looked very pained indeed, a sad look coming to his face.

"I have to admit something." he confessed. "I didn't start out as a Sith. I…worked as a doctor." He muttered. "And as a doctor, the rule is first do no harm. But a patient was in agony, and…and they asked me to help them die. So I had to choose between my oath and…and letting a helpless, agonized person linger in unimaginable pain. Their very body had been taken away. They were just a brain in a jar and they were begging me to kill the power to their life support."

Dead silence hung in the air as they ALL looked in his direction. He hesitated briefly before he spoke up once more, the white-haired Sith speaking quietly and mournfully. "If I could have saved him…healed him…I WOULD have. I would have literally carved off pieces of myself to do it. If it meant dying to save him, I would. But NOTHING I could do would save them. All I COULD do to help…WAS to let them die. It meant I had to put my code away. But…but I've decided I would rather be a hypocrite…than not save lives. That's my new code now. Nobody can perfectly adhere to a moral code. What matters is you try. And if you fail, then fail spectacularly. Fail trying to do what you think is right." Mendax offered.

For what seemed like hours, nobody said anything. You could have cut through the air with a knife. Then…at last…

"...we'll…think about it." The General finally said. "For now…why don't we head inside? And I can have our men cook something up for all of us to eat for dinner?"

…

…

…

…Leia Organa had to put up with a ton of crap running for head of Nar Shadaa, but at long last…it seemed as though election day was right around the bend. With the numbers coming in, everyone eagerly watched the results playing out on their vid screens…and the final numbers were tallied up. Leia had managed to win a fairly decent chunk more of the vote over the Dyad. The struggles she'd gone through had inspired people, and now the Dyad no longer controlled things directly.

But there was a snag. For there was, still…a senate in Nar Shadaa. It had been pretty much ceremonial with the Dyad in charge, the laws it passed almost totally, entirely came from them, but now that they weren't running things, Leia was determined to get real democracy going, proper representation. The will of the people back in action!

BUT the Dyad had decided…okay. If they couldn't be heads of the government…they'd run for senate. They had sent in applications to run for Senate a month before the deadline was cut off and…well, since nobody really voted much FOR senators, this meant it was easy for them to get power that way. Now both of them were in the Senate. Now both of them could put a stranglehold on legislation and screw around with the law. And it was all legal.

At the end of the day, the Senate was like any other workplace. You don't always enjoy all of your coworkers, but you're far better off finding a way to get along with them than you are harping on the things you don't like.

And being a successful senator is as much about being a good coworker as it is about being smart or well versed in the issues or a talented orator. If you can be a pleasure to work with, you'll get more accomplished than if you're a pill whom nobody can stand.

Which was what Darth Furiosa was.

Furiosa was taking absolutely no pains to listen to the other side during a debate in the senate on new, proposed gun legislation. You see, Darth Raize and Furiosa had LOVED gun control measures when THEY were in charge, because their idea of gun control was THEIR forces controlled all the guns. Now that people were less behind them in support and they'd lost quite a lot of guards and the like who'd up and quit, not deciding to even stick around due to not wanting a "shot out the window severance package" as some put it…they'd changed their minds. NOW gun control was bad. So that was why, at the moment, Furiosa was vehemently and theatrically opposing the bill with a series of fiery sermons on the Senate floor. And Raize came up to Leia when she was overseeing the debate that day.

Before, Raize and Furiosa hadn't overseen so much as one hearing in the senate. But Leia wanted to show she took it seriously. After all, she'd been a Senator too. So she stood in the chamber with quite a few guards, other senators standing by her, listening to Furiosa speak…well, act. When you were repeating the same talking points you did yesterday, hitting the podium in the SAME exact way on the SAME exact words, using the SAME exact tone…time to turn in your application for actor's equity!

But when she'd finished she said the something she HADN"T said yesterday: "Anyone who is for the assault weapons ban is engaged in sophistry."

"Sophistry". A fancy word. Pretentious, to be sure. The kind of word most had neither seen nor heard nor spoken since they were sixteen years old. In fact, Leia had a particular teacher, Mr. Glendarry, had assigned her and her class a vocabulary book, and they were to learn three words a day, and one day "sophistry" was one of the words, Sophistry being a form of argument that is intended to be deceitful.

Leia was pretty sure neither Raize nor Furiosa knew that SHE knew what "sophistry" meant. Which she thought was why Furiosa used the word.

But She played along. "Why am I engaged in sophistry?" She politely inquired, though a faint edge tinged her words.

"Because…" Furiosa said, "The previous administration's own Department of Justice did a study of the pistol ban and concluded that it didn't work." She remarked as vid cameras floated in the air, the press watching this unfold, eager for B-Roll for the news that night.

The pistol ban was a big deal. Leia actually knew about that. The previous head of Nar Shadaa's government had tried to do a ban on pistols since pistols were THE most used gun in Nar Shadaa, thinking it would have an effect on gun violence in the city, which had been considerably high at the time.

"No it didn't." Leia replied. "Actually, what the report said was there wasn't enough data to reach a conclusion, because the study was conducted only two years after the ban was implemented."

"Just read the report!" Furiosa sneered in a very pugnacious way. Hmm. Had "pugnacious" also been one of those vocabulary words? Leia couldn't remember. Still…Leia had integrity. So that afternoon, she read the Justice Department report in her office. Specifically, it was the "Nar Shadaa Pistol Impact Evaluation", which had been published several decades ago. It had been put together within thirty months of the ban's enactment and, sure enough…

Furiosa and Raize were entirely wrong, Leia had been right. The report actually said "Our best estimate is that the ban contributed to a 6.7 percent decrease in total gun murders between those two years, beyond what would have been expected in view of ongoing crime, demographic, and economic trends. But with only one year of post-ban data, we cannot rule out the possibility that this decrease [in gun murders] reflects chance year-to-year variation rather than a true effect of the ban."

So Leia had been right, the Justice Department couldn't be sure if the gun murder decrease was a result of the ban, or just year-to-year variation rather than a true effect of the ban. So, yes…the early results suggested that the ban COULD have been working, but that there wasn't enough data to draw a definitive conclusion.

So the next day, Leia returned to the senate. She had debated to herself "do I really want to do this" all morning, since it WAS rather petty to get into this sort of thing but…her determination to lay down some truth bombs grew and grew. It wasn't just enough for them to be wrong. Leia wanted them to KNOW they were wrong. To really make a point that the Dyad couldn't just bully people into shutting up, even here in the Senate. She would oppose them everywhere she could.

So she approached Darth Furiosa on the senate floor, the other senators murmuring to one another as she put her hands on her hips. "Well, I guess you owe me an apology."

"Why?"

"Well…" she said, getting ready to hit the Sith with some facts, POW! Right in the kisser! "The last time you were on the floor, you said that anybody who was for this gun control measure we're trying to pass is engaged in sophistry."

To which Furiosa replied, "No I didn't."

As in a flat denial.

Not "No? I didn't!" Or "Really? I said that?" Or "That doesn't sound like something I'd say."

It was just an unqualified, unequivocal "No I didn't."

…wow. Just…wow.

The sheer audacity to just lie to Leia's face when she knew the truth. To just tell flat out falsehoods when there was video evidence you'd said something..and to just lie and say "no you didn't"...

The balls on this woman. The NERVE of her.

Meanwhile, on Mandalore, Finn had been eager to enjoy the feast at the capitol…in fact, all of them had been! But then…well, then they saw someone that made them all stop dead, and Finn turn cold and still as the grave as he stared ahead. A man with dark skin who looked so much like Finn, yet was considerably older and…it was clear, obvious to them all, THIS had been the father Finn had mentioned before, the one he'd had BAD experiences with.

"...very nice to meet you all." His father remarked, trying, very clearly, to not act up. His own eyes had lingered on Finn before he looked at Poe and Zack.

"Um…" Zack turned to General Mandalore. "Sir, uh…who's this?"

"Oh, this is Mr. Boyega. Finn, I believe you two know each other?" The general said. "He's my sergeant-at-arms."

"...oh, I know him alright. Been a while. Dad." Finn grunted. "Haven't changed much beyond some more grey hair, I see."

"Uh…why don't we all sit down and just eat?" Zack said as Poe put a hand on Finn's shoulder and lightly squeezed it as various Mandalorian warriors brought in some plates. They all sat down at the fairly large and circular table in the middle of the room, as General Mandalore cleared his throat.

"Well, let's go over tactics. Mr. Boyega has suggested that we try a sneak attack on Emperor Plagueis's weapons factory he's set up on Dagobah, if we're engaging in more clandestine methods, going directly after one of his largest weapons factories would be a fine idea."

"It can easily fight off a frontal assault. However, a double distraction would be enough to finally get at it." Mr. Boyega remarked.

"Oh really? And what's your idea?" Finn inquired. "For a distraction?"

"Well, we'll be sending one fully armored platoon to attack from the north, and another from the south in a classic "pincer" movement. The enemy will, naturally, believe that they're under direct attack with no clue we will be sneaking in from the spot they THINK they've got the finest natural defenses…the swamp to the west. The east is straight-up open field loaded with mines, it'd be a slaughter going that way-"

"The platoons are going to be slaughtered though, won't they?" Finn quietly inquired. He slurped at the wine that had been brought a little too loudly, as everyone but his father glanced nervously from him…to his dad.

"Not if they're good at their jobs and by us enough time to sneak inside, disable the weapons systems, and blow the place sky high." His father said as a faint tic seemed to briefly flare up on his head.

"Why don't you just nuke the place from orbit?" Finn asked, his tone raising ever-so-slightly. "Then you don't needlessly throw away hundreds if not thousands of troops…"

"It's not "needless", this weapons factory supplies troops to Darth Plagueis's shock troopers, according to the data our Bothan spies gathered, it provides 58 percent of his weaponry, that would be a huge blow…" Mr. Boyega's tone was now rising too as he ripped into his hunk of meat like a dog tearing into a nice bone.

"Do you know what the internal security of the place is like? At all?" Finn asked. "Or are you just guessing?"

"No, but no plan survives contact with the enemy anyway, we'll wing it when we get inside-" Mr. Boyega began to say.

"Again, why don't you blow the place up from space?"

"We barely have the weaponry to arm our normal troops, none of our ships have that firepower, you just don't know what you're talking about!" Mr. Boyega was now getting very furious, his eyes were narrowing as he was ripping big chunks of bread from a loaf. "As always, you just shoot your mouth off-"

"Hoping that you can beat whatever is inside a massive weapon's factory and that you can somehow find a self-destruct button in about an hour or half an hour…because our troops won't last that long given the current state OF our weaponry…is not a REAL PLAN!" Finn insisted. "We need more than that. We can't just "trust in the Force"!"

"I know plenty about the Force, I'm not a moron!" His dad snapped. "Who do you think TOLD you about the Force?"

"I don't remember, maybe it was in between you hitting me in the face, or you screaming at me for stealing and telling me to sleep outside like a common animal!" Finn snapped back, as he rose up from his chair, and slightly dug his fingers into the table.

"You ACTED like one, you destroyed about half the farm with your little temper tantrum!" Mr. Boyega snarled back as he shot up as well. Both of them were glaring daggers at one another, it was nigh-impossible to tell which one had more bile and vitriol filling their eyes as everyone else glanced about, unsure of what to do before, at last, Zack spoke up suddenly.

"Uh…I think I hear guards coming? And they sound really panicky." Zack remarked as he put his hand to his ear. They stared at him in surprise as Poe asked the natural question.

"How can you tell?"

"Being blind means my other senses increased quite a bit, and with increased force sensitivity training I've been doing for months now-"

Now the others could hear the guards too. BAM! A host of them raced into the room, panting, sweating, looking like diseased yaks. "SIr! Sir, we've got foul-looking, missing-pieces-of-their-limbs attackers in our city! They're going after everyone and everything!"

"Missing limbs?" The general inquired, confused by all of this.

"Half of their arms or shoulders or chunks of their head or the like, sir. It's like they're zombies! They just attack anything or anyone they see!"

Well, THIS they had to see. They raced out of the building, joining the guards and sure enough, an enormous host of no-longer-living twi'lek zombies were trying to bite, or claw, or slash at people. They were grabbing chairs or crates, tossing them left and right, yelling loudly…which was impressive. After all, some didn't have jaws.

"Get them off me, get them off-GAAAAAAHHH!" One unfortunate was swarmed, falling down to the street, chunks of him being torn off as he was ripped limb from limb. Blood was splattering as another unfortunate was being beaten bloodily into a wall. Luckily, the civilians were better prepared than the average joe on the street…this was, after all, Mandalore. Several dozen civilians were swarming back, they had realized just plain stabbing their hearts or the like wouldn't work, so they were sweeping the leg.

SCHAA-THRUUCKK! They sliced or blew the legs apart of the twi'lek zombies surging at them, and then stomped or shot them as they flopped about on the ground, trying to crawl towards their prey. The guards joined in as Finn and Poe raced forward, their lightsabers drawn. SCHWUUUZZZ! They cut the heads clean off of several of the attackers, the skulls a-soaring through the air like golf balls, making an oddly satisfying, coconut-like sound as they hit the ground as General Mandalore was violently beating another zombie to death…with the ripped-in-half form of ANOTHER zombie. Mr. Boyega, meanwhile, was putting the high-powered rifles he'd had strapped on to good use, firing both at the same time, ripping apart the head of another.

Zack, however, in the middle of removing his lightsaber from the head of one zombie stiffened as he heard something approaching. "Do…do you all hear…MUSIC?!"

As the fighting began to draw down…yes. Yes, they did! Someone was playing a guitar! They turned in its direction, the last of the twi'lek zombies in the area now a bloody splotch as they stared…at the Soul of the Sith. The serpentine being strummed on a guitar, smiling nonchalantly at them as he sang. "Tell her to find me an acre of land…parsley, sage, rosemary and thyyyyyme! Between the salt water and the sea strands…then she'll beeeee a true love of miiiiine!"

"What song is that?" Finn frowned. He'd never heard that song before. Nobody there seemed to recognize it. They looked around, looking confused.

"Scarborough Fair is an old song from the world I come from. It's got variants that go back centuries, all about impossible tasks…" The Soul of the Sith intoned. "After all, you'll not find an acre of land between the sea and the river that connects it to the land. There's others too, like making a fancy-woven shirt that has no weaves or needlework…to cut down the ingredients with a sickle made from leather, which can't cut anything…all of it getting across one point. The feeling…of tragic hopelessness. The sensation of realizing there is nothing…NOTHING you can do to make things better."

"You like sad songs?" Zack gazed at him, rather confused..

"Sad songs make you feel alive." The Soul of the Sith said with a smile. "We're never more appreciative of life than when we get close to death…and you never appreciate happiness more than when you're feeling sad."

"Of course you're not here to talk about music theory?" Zack held his lightsaber up, getting it ready as he took up a fighting pose. "I know you're supposed to be a good fighter…but I think I can take you. Even a blind man can see you're WIDE OPEN!"

With that, he shot forward, swinging at the Soul of the Sith. The sith slightly smirked again, and quickly lifted his guitar up. BRRZZTTT! The saber struck it, but the guitar glowed with energy, making Zack reel back in surprise. "What the?"

"My guitar isn't simply…stylish." The Soul of the Sith proclaimed as he slammed his hand down on the strings and played a strong riff. Waves of powerful, raw force energy swelled forth, knocking Zack back. He spiraled through the air, but then embedded his lightsaber into the dirt! He kept himself from being shot further back as he swung back, back towards the Soul of the Sith and slashed again!

The hiss of saber blades rang through the air as the Soul of the Sith parried and blocked, but it was proving very hard. Zack had improved his skill with his saber indeed, he was just so fast, it took all of the Soul of the Sith's concentration to keep up with him. He would have to try something slick to get this blind "Darth Mendax" off him.

And he knew just what would do that.

"You know, you really are VERY skilled. I think you'd do so much better if you worked alongside us. Why not join my crew? Become a partner in crime?"

"What makes you think I'd EVER do that?" Zack snorted as he kept slicing and a-slashing. "I've got you on the ropes right now!"

"Well, because your brother works for me."

THAT…stopped Zack. He gaped in surprise, and that was all it took. KRA-THRAAAAASCCHHH! He was suddenly buried under a big chunk of rubble that had been thrown via the force through the air! He collapsed underneath it, as a reddish/brown-haired man with a beard approached and put his hands on his hips as he stood by the Soul of the Sith.

"He's not dead, right? I didn't want you to hit him THAT hard."

"Of course not, Hiss. I was very careful to use just enough to knock and keep him down."

The others were astounded. They stared, stunned, as Zack looked up, and though his eyes weren't in their sockets, he knew. He KNEW who was standing by the Soul of the Sith. This familiarity…the sound of his voice that had the same timbre as his father had…and this FEELING swelling up inside him…

"...it's…it's you…"

"That's right. This…is Kyle Katarn. He's my partner in crime now. And we'd like you to work along with us…Zack Katarn."

Poe stared. The Mandalorian Warriors gaped. And then Finn said…

"...what the fu-"