This one is a little different, it's a Star Wars AU. This takes place during the Original Canon; which includes Clone Wars and the EU.
For anyone who does not recognize any of the Clone Troopers or other characters I've named, I'd recommend you read Karen Traviss's Republic Commando
novels, especially if you want a taste of Mandalorian Culture. Enjoy!
UPDATE: Provided a "link" to a Mando dictionary like I was supposed to.

"All right, Gwen. Now; ease it down to the floor." Gwendolyn Tennyson's brow was furrowed, sweat beading her brow.
A large piece of metal hovered before her, it slowly descended to the ground. The young red-head let out a sigh of relief,
watching as her silver-haired master inspected her work. "No damage to the sublight, you're getting better Lucky Girl."
The silver-haired woman grinned, shoving her hands into her robes. "You might be good enough to make Knight at this rate."
Gwen smiled softly, then bowed. "It's only thanks to you, Master Carmchast." The silver-haired adult laughed, grinning at her apprentice.
"Come on, Gwen. Call me Hope!" Gwen held her stiff bow, then grinned up at her master. "Very well, Hope." Hope rolled her eyes,
her hands going from her robe pockets to her sleeves as she folded her arms. "You're taking this Jedi formality a bit too seriously."
She said, a slight look of worry on her face. "Has the council been influencing you?"
Gwen shook her head, smiling softly. "While I respect the Masters on the Council, with this war looming I can't exactly let them influence me." Hope's worry faded, relief taking it's place. "Good. The last thing we need are more Jedi being called to war."
Hope gestured towards the training room exit, and the two young Jedi walked out and further into the temple.
"You know, if you keep this up; you may end up as great as Master Qui-Gon." Gwen snickered,
a sad smile playing across her face. "And take on a Padawan at that age? No thank you." They were halted by two Honor-Guards.
"Padawan Tennyson, Master Carmchast, your presence is requested in the hanger." The two Jedi gave each-other a look,
turning to follow as the Guards led the way.

"Grandpa!" Gwendolyn raced forwards, embracing her Grandfather in a hug. He was the one family member she had managed to find
since Hope had begun training her all those years ago. The eleven year-old Padawan smiled up at the aged Republic Intelligence Officer.
He grinned at her, ruffling her cinder color hair. "How's it going, kiddo?" His grin grew bigger, and he took a step towards his shuttle.
"I've got a surprise for you." He opened the hatch, and a young boy in Mandalorian armor stepped down.
His armor was mainly Black, with green highlights spread across the helmet, arms, and legs. On his torso was a green and gold hourglass shape, surrounded by a white border. He stood in place for a moment, shifting from foot to foot.
Her grandfather gestured for the boy to remove his helmet, which he did begrudgingly.
The redhead gasped, a slight blush creeping to her face as she studied this boy. He had a scar running from his right brow, down to his upper lip. His eyes were a bright yellowish-green, almost matching her own. His brown hair was cut close to his head, bangs hung over his large forehead. But something just clicked when she locked eyes with him, her enamored feelings faded as the Force flowed through her towards him.
"Ben?" It was her dork of a cousin, one of the only people she could remember besides her Grandfather. He avoided her gaze, shuffling in place. She glanced down towards his belt, where she saw what looked like a patchwork lightsaber hanging from his belt. Max ruffled the boy's hair, gazing at him fondly. "I found out from his clan-mother, turns out he's Force Sensitive too." He nodded to the boy,
who took a deep breath and began levitating his helmet before them. Hope let out a snicker, elbowing her protoge.
"What was that about taking on a Padawan at that age, Lucky Girl?"

Gwen let out a snort of irritation. "Come on, Ben. You've almost got it!" She was currently trying to coax her cousin into lifting a wooden chair,
one which she currently sat on. She watched as sweat beaded his brow, and he glared at her in irritation.
"It'd help if you weren't so kriffing ast'ehut!" Gwen had a fair idea what he was insinuating, so she tightened gravity's grip on her and the chair. "Maybe if you weren't so kriffing stubborn, Doofus!" Ben snickered, his brow furrowing further. "Utreekov." Gwen rolled her eyes,
releasing The Force from the chair. "I think I like Doofus better, none of that Mando'a for me thanks." Ben rolled his eyes,
muttering under his breath. "Di'kutla Kih Mir'sheb..." Max stepped into the room, eyeing his grandchildren.
"Watch the language, Ben." He stared at the two, Gwen noticed, with a sad look in his eyes. "Grandpa?" He seemed to snap out of a daze,
smiling softly. "What is it, kiddo?" She hopped off the chair, almost falling on her face as it shot into the air. She squealed,
throwing a glare at her grinning cousin. "Kandosii'la!" Ben shouted. Max let out a sigh, glancing out into the hall as Jedi ran to and fro.
"The Masters and Knights are prepping a rescue, for Skywalker and Kenobi." A sudden thrumming, and Max quickly clicked on his Comlink. "Commander Tennyson, Master Yoda requires you in the Hanger." Max sighed,
casting a weak smile at his grandchildren as he began his long trek to the hanger bays. Gwen stood in silence, worry evident in her eyes.
Ben however, pushed past her. His Mandalorian Armor peaked out from under his robes, and he grinned at his cousin.
"Come on, Gwen. We've gotta follow him." Gwen chewed on her lower lip for a moment, before slowly nodding in agreement.
The Force felt in flux around her, an unease draped itself over her like her robes. Ben seemed unaffected, much like a Sentinel.
"Oya!" He shouted, taking off after their grandfather.

The two children stood beside their Grandfather, who was fully armored in his own Republic Trooper armor,
and eyed the soldiers surrounding them in awe. A few of the new Republic Soldiers gazed back at the children,
their t-visors lingering on the young brunette. Ben grinned, his grin fading as a soldier; his visor trimmed with red, approached them.
He got down to one knee, ruffling the boy's hair. "That's some kandosii'la beskar you got on, Ade."
Ben's eyes widened, his grin returning as the soldier removed his helmet. The soldier extending a hand, a smile not quite reaching his eyes.
He had his black hair cropped, cut as close to the skull without it being an outright shave, and a familiar face that Gwen couldn't quite place.
"My name is Ordo." Ben took the offered hand, his grin growing. "Benjamin, of Clan Tennyson." Ordo let out a low laugh,
this time it reached his eyes. He eyed Gwen for a moment, and she smiled nervously. His smile faded, and he nodded at her.
He quickly got to his feet, locking his helmet back into place. "Commander Tennyson." He nodded at Max, then walked towards the nearest Laat. Max sighed, putting his own helmet on. "All right, kids. I'd tell you to stay on the Destroyer, but you're probably safer if you come with me."

The two children were ducking and weaving through battle-droids,
stopping and watching in awe as other Jedi began dispatching large numbers as well.
Ben had somehow slipped a Westar blaster onto his belt and was using that in synchronicity with his saber. Gwen was actually impressed,
not as impressed as she knew Hope would be by the large ball of battle droids she had created. And, with a grin on her face,
was rolling around the arena like a large boulder. It fell into a large pile of scrap metal as the retreat was called,
and the attack on the Trade Federation ships began.

The battle had only lasted a couple of hours. The Separatists had retreated, and The Clone Wars had begun. Gwen and Ben stood beside each-other on top of
a Mesa, their senses being overloaded by the adrenaline and the deaths of countless Clones finally reaching them.
Gwen fell to her knees, gasping for air as tears ran down her face. She could feel the deaths of a few Jedi catch up as well,
and she openly sobbed. Ben stood beside her, slowly placing his hand on her back.
She went still, her eyes slowly moving towards his. He closed his eyes, Gwen felt some deep well of power push out from inside him.
A message was sent across the planet, one that she could understand. "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."
'Today is a good day for someone else to die.' It wasn't said in jest, or in anger, but to encourage.
She felt the morale of hundreds of Clones directly below them soar, and her tears slowly began to dry. She got to her feet, taking Ben's hand
in hers. He stared at their entwined hands, then locked eyes with her. She snickered, tears still staining her face, and flicked him on the forehead.
"Kandosii, Doofus."

"Aliit ori'shya tal'din." She remembered him saying once, talking about Delta and Omega. "Family is more than blood, huh?"
She murmured, watching her master go through the motions with other Padawans. She had completed her training,
Gwen and Ben were now Knights. And both of them had roles to play in The Clone Wars.
Ben had gone on multiple missions with the Clone Commando squads, while Gwen had led troops into siege warfare.
The two had been separated by Parsecs, but their bond had just grown stronger.
The Clone officers she worked with had begun to refer to her as Gwen'ika, much to her dismay. Ben embraced it,
she honestly thought it would hurt his jagyc pride. But he seemed to revel in the Brotherhood he shared with them.
She clicked open her comlink, replaying a recent message from one of her only friends outside her immediate circle of friends.
Etain Tur-Mukan, who had entrusted her with a dark secret: she had consorted with a trooper, and she had born his child.
She had told her she was on her way back from Kashyyk, had married Darman; her trooper, The Mando way.
And was on her way back, to leave the order. Gwen was proud of her older friend, Etain was stronger than her.
She clutched her comlink tightly, watching as a projection of her cousin flared to life.
The Force had brought them together, and had entwined them even tighter. They were going on fourteen years old now,
and certain decisions had been made. Gwen had begun to embrace the Mando way, much like Ben had embraced her Jedi training.
She let out a shuddering sigh, reaching out with The Force toward her closest friend.

Ben, however, was in full panic mode. "I've got to get her out of there, Ordo!" Ben was shoved back onto the speeder by his older brother.
Ordo took off at a jog, comming Ben's helmet. "If she's mandokarla like you say she is,
she'll shift her shebs out of the temple the moment the 501st reach the temple."
Ben immediately began comming his cousin, his heart tense with fear. "Come on, cyare, pick up!" He cursed loudly, and gunned the speeder bike towards the temple.

Gwen stumbled through the Temple, Hope continued pushing her deeper into the library. "Come on, Lucky Girl. We gotta hide!"
She hissed, ducking between two shelves as Clone Troopers pounded past, their visors scanning the large library.
"Sir, we saw two of them duck in here." A 501st trooper with red markings stepped into view, Gwen focused all of her mental power on his mind. "You... Must be mistaken, my sensors show no signs of them." The lower ranking troopers shuffled in place, exchanging glances.
"You sure, sir?" Gwen bit her lip, blood dripping from her right nostril.
"Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?" The captain spit out, his visor going to each of the newer clones. They all stiffly saluted.
"No, sir. Apologies, Vode!" Gwen began to relax, her hold on the captain loosening as she planted thoughts in his mind. "Good, keep searching."

They were outside now, shuffling into a large crowd. Hope let out a sigh of relief, her glance falling back towards the temple.
She turned towards the fourteen year old red-head, gripping her shoulders tight. "Now you listen, Kitten.
You shift your kriffing backside off this planet, find your grandfather, and get to wherever that crazy friend of Ben's is hiding his family."
She plucked her magenta lightsaber from her belt, handing it to Gwen. "May the Force be with you, Lucky Girl."
Tears welled up in Gwen's eyes, her hood falling as she hugged her Master tightly. "May the Force be with you, always." She stifled a sob,
then released the silver-haired woman from her death grip. Hope pulled her hood back over her eyes, grinning.
"It always has been, and always will be."

Gwen raced through the crowds, stopping only when she heard her name called. "GWEN?!"
She glanced up, watching a speeder bike race towards the Temple. She quickly reached out with The Force, disabled it's engine,
and coasted it to a stop out of sight. "What the-?" She ran towards where she had stopped the bike, listening as it's rider swore.
"Di'kutla, shuk'la, shabuir bike!" She reached out with the Force, plucked the rider's helmet off of his head, then jumped into his arms;
smashing her lips against his. He squeaked nervously, then returned the kiss with vigor. They broke apart a moment later, gasping for air.
Ben rested his forhead against hers, his eyes searching. "Where's Hope?" Gwen smiled sadly, looking away.
"She went back, hoping to find some survivors." Ben sighed, closing his eyes. "Utreekov, I sure hope The Force is with her."
Gwen took a shuddering breath, then tightened her expression. "Come on, Verdi'ka."
Her stoic expression broke into a half-hearted grin. "We've gotta find Grandpa and get off this shabla rock." Ben grinned,
pulling his helmet on over his head and climbing back onto the now reactivated speeder. "Oya." Gwen climbed on behind him,
she quickly pulled up her hood and tucked hers and Hope's lightsabers up her sleeves. She wrapped her arms tightly around him,
a grin of her own forming. "Oya." He gunned the engines, and they were off.

Months later, training had come to a halt. Gwen let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding,
bowing to Kina Ha as the two finished their Force duel. Ben, meanwhile, was still going at it with young Scout.
The two Jedi Youth were grinning, if Gwen didn't know any better; she'd think she had a rival.
Any jealousy was quickly quelled when Ben finished his sparring session, and wrapped her in a tight hug.
He kissed her neck softly, whispering Mando nothings into her ears. Mando Nothings were worse than Basic nothings,
because they ended up being missmatched Mando phrases. She giggled as he kissed her cheek,
blushing only when her Grandfather eyed the two of them. "Eighteen years old, you two." The two separated, blushing heavily.
Skirata rolled his eyes, gently punching Max on the shoulder. "Come on, Max. My son was only eleven or twelve when he had Kad."
Max snorted, smiling wryly at Kal. "Your Dar'ika was almost thirty biologically when he had him, Kal." Kal chuckled, shooting a grin at the two. "Semantics." Gwen giggled, Ben gripped her hand tightly.

They knew Max was right, and they would wait until the time was right to start their little clan.
A feeling of shereshoy settled on them as they lay beside each other that night, holding each other tightly.
Words flowed from their mouths, into the others ears as sleep began to take them.
"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." - We are one whether we are together or apart, we will share everything and we will raise our children as warriors.

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