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rwby-analysis · 6 years

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Why Weiss hated Jaune (and doesn’t anymore)

In Volume 5 Weiss told the story of how on her 10th birthday her father admitted to her mother that he had only married her for her family name, and how she watched her fall into alcoholism from then on. Remember when Whitley mentioned Jacques yelling at someone and Weiss immediately thought it was her mother? Everything we know about the marriage between her mother and Jacques Schnee seems incredibly toxic and unhealthy.

With that in mind it doesn’t seem surprising that Weiss is so incredibly bad at making friends and showing affection when she first comes to Beacon, but it’s also not surprising that she reacted so negatively to Jaune trying to ask her out to the dance. The moment he saw her he tried to hit on her, and it’s not surprising for her to think that he only wants her because of her family name when that’s literally what her father did to her mother, probably the most defining example of a relationship for her so far.

Of course she reacts very differently to Neptune, but she also meets Neptune when she has already made some new friends, when she has already warmed up to them and they healed some of the emotional damage that her upbringing did to her. But the bad impression Jaune left on her didn’t vanish that easily. It makes sense for her to still be scared someone might be after her for her last name. Another difference is that even though Neptune is nice to her and calls her Snow Angel, in their “relationship” Weiss has always been the proactive one. He was maybe flirting a bit, but he was never directly hitting on her. That’s a drastic difference to Jaune’s approach in Volume 1.

I have no doubt Weiss’ attitude towards Jaune has changed since then because Weiss has changed a lot and freed herself from a lot of the toxic influence her father had on her, and that’s the reason why I’d like Jaune and Weiss to become friends later on. To her he was another guy after her last name, to him she was a superficial crush that only distracted him from who was really meant for him. I don’t think them getting together would be a good end to their arc, but I liked that he was the one saving her, or rather using his semblance to help her save herself. I’d love to see more platonic interactions between them in the future to show how much they both have grown and how first impressions don’t have to define our relationship with someone.

#rwby #weiss schnee #neptune vasilias #jaune arc #jacques schnee #analysis #rwby analysis #character analysis #abuse #mama schnee #schnee family

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indmtblea-blog · 5 years

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❛ the fbi was swarming our lobby and arrested this guy at a six am raid. ❜ ( from wyn to neptune )

@MYTHOSBORNE. MEME. ACCEPTING.

oh. well that was a conversation starter. coffee in hand, surprise is easily shown on the blue haired teen’s face as he turns on the seat a little more to face the schnee. sure, jacques hotel ventures had been in the news more and more lately ; and he’d overheard his own parents talking about how that man was just walking himself into trouble to leave his family in the dust. neptune wouldn’t of thought a rude awakening by the fbi was on the books just yet. at least it was only a patsy, for now. if the fbi had their way, it wouldn’t be long until they had jacques in silver bracelets too.

hand reached out to settle over wyn’s gentle as expression became more concerned. ❝ i’m sorry wyn. you know our place is always open for you, right? ❞ aurelia had made it clear from day one that the door of the vasilias household was always open for wyn, whenever she needed it.

#mythosborne #⊰ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰. ⊱ neptune. this life cannot conquer me.#⊰ 𝙸𝙲. ⊱ i. neptune vasilias.#⊰ 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳. ⊱ i. neptune vasilias.#⊰ 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴. ⊱ modern.#aaaaaaaaaa #i adore two Babes n their beautiful #brotp sm ; v ;#neptune is Always here for wyn #24 / 7 !!!!!#plus his mama will never pass up a chance to shit talk #ultimate Asshole who doesnt deserve his kids jacques schnee hsjkdfh #she's adopting wyn now

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evabellasworld · 3 years

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 20: Epilogue

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Summary: After murdering Chancellor Palpatine of the Galactic Republic, Vanya Doyvesky joined leagues with both Death Watch and Darth Maul, hoping to reclaim her Mandalorian warrior heritage. But with broken promises and betrayal against Death Watch and Maul’s crime syndicate, the former Mandalorian Jedi had to choose the right path not only for her but for Clan Doyvesky as well.

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Locking the front door of their house, Katrina’s lips curved downwards as she gazed at the place where she grew up. Her earliest memories was when she built a pillow fortress in the living room and enjoyed a holocartoon with Mama, Papa, and Vasilia. Another memory she could recall was when she was reading out loud a fairy tale in front of the whole family, proving that she was able to read every word in that book.

She turned around and stared at the front yard, where a bonsai tree stood, along with the flowers that Mama and Papa looked after. She and Maria would always sit underneath the tree during the weekends, when they had the chance to spend time at home before they returned to the Academy.

Feeling the texture of the tree trunk with her fingertips, Katrina sat down and leaned against the surface as she watched Maria carry a few boxes, with the help of her classmate, Korkie. “There you go,” he wriggled his wrists as he placed the boxes at the back of the ship. “That’s the last of your things, I guess.”

“Yes, those are the last ones, Korkie,” Maria chuckled, nudging his arms. “We’ve already emptied the whole house, excluding the refresher, of course.”

“Are you sure about that?” he crossed his arms. “You tend to be forgetful with your things sometimes.”

“Uh, since when am I so forgetful?” she stretched her voice, hiding her hands behind her back.

“Throughout your whole school life, you’ve forgotten your water bottle, your datapad, your pencil case, and even your lunchbox,” he counted every item with his fingers. “I mean, nothing wrong with forgetting once in a while but if it’s too frequently, then I’m afraid that I have to diagnose you with absent-mindedness.”

“Right, and I’ll have to diagnose you with dry humour and sarcasm,” Maria rolled her eyes, much to his bemusement. As they both sat next to each other on the ramp, they both noticed Katrina underneath their favourite spot, making her wrap her knees together. “Is she going to be okay?” Korkie wondered, placing his hands on her shoulder.

“Honestly, after what happened for the past couple of days, we’re still processing our own feelings,” she admitted, glancing at him. “It’s just overwhelming that we had to watch two older sisters getting stabbed right in front of us, you know.”

He nodded, his face contorted. “I know that feeling, and I’m sorry that you had to go through with that. Losing someone you loved is like your whole world around you shattered, and it’s hard to go back to how things were, if I have to be honest with you. Sorry if I’m taking this out of context here.”

“No, you’re right,” she gave a reassuring smile, squeezing his hands on her shoulder. “It’s not going to be the same anymore. Mama and Papa had to cope with outliving both their older daughters for the rest of their lives, while my nieces and nephews, on the other hand, had to deal with losing their mother.”

“And your brother-in-law has to mourn for his wife while raising his kids without a mother figure by their side,” Korkie added on. “Well, losing Vasilia is one thing, but losing Vanya is just torturing for the both of you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sorry for your aunt. She was a good person, and she doesn’t deserve to die, let alone lose her throne to a bunch of extremists.”

“Thanks, Maria,” his head hung low. “It's funny, for a guy who planned everything in life, I was somehow always too late to save someone who truly cared for me, you know.”

“What about your parents? How are they dealing with your aunt's death?”

“As usual, they don't really care much,” he clapped his thighs. “They just tell me that there are far more important things in life than weeping for her death.”

Maria hissed, her eyes squinted. “That's harsh,” she gave a pat on his back. “Do you think they would care if you left Mandalore?”

“I guess so,” he shrugged. “Though I don't want to trouble your family to provide extra room just for me.”

“Oh, that is utter nonsense,” Katrina and Maria's mother squawked, her hands on her hips. “We would be more than happy to join us in our journey. Besides, the more, the merrier.”

“Ma, how long have you been listening to our conversation?” Maria stood up, facing her.

“Long enough to figure out what your friend here has gone through,” Hyunjin crossed her arms, turning to Korkie. “Cyar’ika, you can stay with us as long as you wish. We will provide you with whatever you need, alright?”

“I'm not really sure about that, ma'am,” he stuttered, showing his palms. “I don't want to trouble you or-”

“You worry too much, son,” Nikolas tapped his back. “Anyone who's been friends with my daughter for years is welcome to join our family. Besides, we appreciate the help you've done for us all these years.”

Scratching the back of his head, he smiled cordially at their parents as Hyunjin gestured to Katrina, grabbing her attention. “Alright, time to go,” the older woman announced. “If we wait here any longer, Almec would have our heads.”

“Yes, Ma,” Katrina bobbed her head, as she got up and entered the ship, followed by Maria and Korkie, who were holding each other's hand. With a tearful smile, the older Doyvesky waved goodbye at her old house as the ship finally took off from Mandalore, awaiting her new life ahead.

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coleconcon · 4 years

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Evergreen Soul (War of the Roses AU) Rwbabies

Rory Rose

Name: Rory Rose

D.O.B: December 3

Race: Human

Nationality: Vale

Gender: Male

Height: 5″1 (at start of Beacon)

Hair color: Dark Red

Eye color: Silver

Complexion: Pale white

Occupation: Student at Beacon

Affiliation: Beacon Academy

Weapon: Crimson Crusader

A longsword and shield. The sword is crimson in color. His shield contains a retractable hook and cable which can be fired off like a grappling line, allowing him to either entangle foes or to hook on to something from a distance. When combined together, the two can take the form of a crossbow, allowing him to make much longer ranged attacks.

Aura color: Red

Semblance: Shatterpoint

Rory can see weak spots in people, objects and even events. Technically, the sense isn’t sight, but “see” is the best word to describe it. Imagine a steel door, sturdy enough that you can’t just bust through it normally. It's locked, and there doesn't seem to be any way to get through it, but everything has a weak point; there will always be one spot that will cause everything around it to fall apart, no matter how strong the rest of it is. Shatterpoint can be used to find that weakness, and how to exploit it. However, that isn’t the limit of Shatterpoint’s uses, as stated earlier, it can also see weaknesses in events; in fact, death itself can be a shatterpoint, and when used correctly, Rory could potentially use it to predict the future, though the extent of this varies based entirely on the situation, and Rory himself isn’t always very good at knowing what he’s looking at.

Goals: Become a huntsman to protect people.

Family:

Ruby Rose (biological mother)

Jaune Arc (father)

Weiss Schnee (mother)

Snow Arc (older half-sister)

Pyrrha Schnee (younger half-sister)

Summer Rose II (younger sister)

Yang Xiao Long (aunt/godmother)

Willow Schnee (step-grandmother)

Jacques Schnee (step-grandfather)

Summer Rose (grandmother, deceased)

Taiyang Xiao-Long (grandfather)

Mama Arc (grandmother)

Papa Arc (grandfather)

Saphron Cotta-Arc (aunt)

Terra Cotta-Arc (aunt)

Adrian Cotta-Arc (cousin)

6 unnamed aunts

Raven Branwen (aunt/step grandmother)

Whitley Schnee (uncle)

Qrow Branwen (uncle)

Winter Schnee (aunt)

Pipit Schnee (cousin)

Dove Schnee (cousin)

Jay Schnee (cousin)

Blake Belladonna (honorary aunt)

Oscar Pine (honorary uncle)

Nora Valkyrie (honorary aunt)

Lie Ren (honorary uncle)

Penny Polendina (honorary aunt)

Likes:

Training

Weapons (just as much as Ruby)

Sweets (especially cookies)

Video games

Chloe Ren

Azure Vasilias

Dislikes:

Grimm

Thunderstorms

Raisin Cookies

Bullies

Notable events:

Graduated Signal and was allowed to attend Beacon two years early

#rwby #rwby ocs #rwbabies #rwby kids #rory rose #lancaster #rwby lancaster #rwby war of the roses #war of the roses #evergreen soul

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drunkenmamaschnee · 7 years

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Whatever happened to Neptune? I thought Weiss was really into him.

#rwby #willow schnee #neptune vasilias #mama schnee #ask drunk mama schnee

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laserdog10 · 4 years

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RWBY Character/OC Template

Name: Garnet Rose-Arc, “My Little Gem” (by Ruby), Punk (by Qrow and Raven), Gar (by his sisters or Lea), Kiddo (by Yang)

D.O.B: April 12, 20XX

Race: Human

Nationality: Valen

Gender: Male

Height: 5′11″ (just below Jaune almost, but still towers over Ruby)

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Blue (left eye), Red (right eye, not genetics, long story*)

Complexion: Pale white

Occupation:

Student (Hunter in training at Beacon)

Leader of Team GJKL (I’m still working on their team name, for now let’s call it Ghostweaver)

Affiliation: Good guys (RWBY, ALPN, etc.)

Weapon:

Lunar Rose (At its base form it’s a broadsword with a red handle, it can transform into an oodachi, a scythe, and a Dust-powered railgun)

Ember Vulcan (pair of white gauntlets with a red rose vine outline, fires Dust rounds)

Combat boots with hidden knifes in the toes.

Glock 19

Aura color: Blue

Semblance:

Sapphire Shield (can create a blue dome of his Aura around him or his allies)

Also possesses a small portion of Ruby’s Spring Maiden Magic (for scale, about 5%, but it’s still a lot)

Right arm can turn into a massive claw made of a black miasma with blood red nails* (is hidden by a glove and series of leather straps and bindings)

Goals:

Become a Hunter (work in progress)

Rid Remnant of Grimm (working on it)

Protect his family and friends

Master a symbiotic control with the eldritch beast residing in his arm*

Defeat Michael and Bete

Family: (hang on ‘cause this is going to be long...)

Ruby Rose (mother)

Jaune Arc (father)

Yang Xiao Long (aunt)

Summer Rose (grandmother, deceased)

Qrow Branwen (grandfather)

Taiyang Xiao Long (uncle)

Raven Branwen (aunt)

Blossom Rose-Arc (little sister)

Citrus Rose-Arc (youngest sister)

Lea Xiao Long-Schnee (cousin)

Frost Schnee (niece)

Weiss Schnee (honorary aunt)

Blake Belladonna (honorary aunt)

Whitley Schnee (uncle-in-law)

Winter Schnee (grandmother-in-law)

Willow Schnee (great grandmother-in-law)

Sun Wukong (honorary uncle)

Neputne Vasilias (honorary uncle)

Oscar Pine (honorary uncle/frequent babysitter)

Penny Polendina (nanny/honorary aunt)

Arc Family (Papa and Mama Arc, Saphron, Terra, Adrien, and the sisters)

Zwei (family dog)

Drei, Vier, Funf, Sechs, and Null (adopted wolves)

Likes:

Testing his skills

Training

Weapons (he and Ruby geek out whenever there’s a new Weapons Monthly Magazine)

Weight lifting (when he wants to)

Using his Spring Maiden magic for dumb things

Hunting Grimm

Spending time with his family

Tinkering and experimenting with his weapons and fighting styles

Playing video games

Cookies (preferably chewy ones)

Annoying his sisters

Protecting others

Giving advice to others struggling to get better (or at least tries to, he ain’t the best but it does help people a bit!)

Olivia Goodwitch (ex-girlfriend, childhood friend and probably his closest friend)

Jade Sustrai-Black (2nd ex-girlfriend, 10% of impulse influence, partners in crime, will ride together, die together)

Teasing Blossom about her crush on Nikolas Schnee

Dislikes:

Jack Schnee (rivals to the end)

Grimm in general

Raisin cookies

Hunters mistreating their weapons (and I mean that, he will freak out if someone just tosses their weapons around)

Capes and cloaks (”Their outdated and not stylish in combat,” his words not mine)

Seeing/hearing people talk down about themselves, or people putting down others

When his team fails a mission (he works VERY hard to make sure everyone’s on task and not getting hurt)

Anyone talking crap about his family

The eldritch beast residing in his arm (lots and lots of issues there...)

Notable events:

Was born moments after Jaune and Ruby finished a mission, thankfully no complications happened even while born outdoors (got to a hospital in time in case he got sick)

Discovered his Spring Maiden magic at the age of 6 (led to some funny shenanigans as couldn’t stop flying around the house)

*Saved Blossom from being possessed by a massive, crimson, other-worldly hydra-like monster, which possessed his right arm in turn after he tried to activate his Semblance to protect her

Met Olivia in preschool, helped her come out of her shell and be a bit less shy, dated until they broke up when he was 13.

Chose his weapon at age 10...well weapons, plural.

Began a rigorous and grueling training regiment with Ruby, Jaune, Yang, Tai, Raven, and Qrow to use his Spring Maiden powers and his multitude of weapons

Went on a destructive night in Vale with Jade, Lea, Kuro, Shigyo, Nik, and Jack at age 14 (was around the time he was dating Jade, this night went down as the “Remnant Rampage” by the parents)

Graduated Signal at age 15 (with Valedictorian, or whatever Remnant that’s equivalent of it XD)

Enrolled in Beacon at age 16 (passed both written and combat tests with flying colors)

Formed Team GJKL in his first year at Beacon

Went on a field trip to an island resort/training camp to train with the rest of my RWBabies

Lost control to the being in his right arm against Michael after Ruby was rescued

Voice Actor if he was in the show: Micah Solusod (Yukine, Noragami) (Yuu Hiyakuya, Owari no Seraph)

Theme that fits him: Rebellion (Ragna’s theme from Blazblue)

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #rwby lancaster #lancaster kid #garnet rose-arc #behold my gem son!!!#god this took a while and I'm sorry for that #but I hope you guys love garnet nonetheless!#and if you see an asterisk by a bullet point that'll be explained later #it's part of a rwby fan concept of mine for my headcanon

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pilot-boi · 4 years

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Shouting In Cafes: Chapter Two

Downsides Of Revenge

If possible, second impressions go even worse. And this time, he doesn’t even have the excuse of being hungover. As much as he wished he was.

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Neptune laid in bed, phone on his chest, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. His hangover had finally worn off and he was starting to regret everything. Why had he initiated anything? He should’ve just acted passively annoyed and let the guy - Sun right? - figure out how much of a dick he was being by himself.

Why the hell did he tell him he had nice pecs?

He wasn’t in his right mind when he was hungover. That was apparent.

So, now he was debating whether he should actually call this girl and get one last blow in. It was a shady move. Using a girl for petty revenge. Was he really that kind of guy? What had Sun really done to him?

Neptune considered opening the bottle of replacement-wine he’d just bought.

No. Stop. He needed to stop. He wasn’t using a girl to get back at a guy he met once who kind of pissed him off. He needed to sleep. He needed to get his shit together.

He’d take care of it in the morning.

“Well, hello, sunshine.” Jaune greeted a drowsy, rumpled Neptune with a broom in his hand and a flower from one of his sisters stuck awkwardly into his blonde curls.

Morning light streamed through the windows of the empty coffee shop, the smell of fresh coffee and Jaune’s careful sweeps across the tile floor the only indication that the building was open. Neptune checked his watch. 7:05 AM. They didn’t get customers until around nine. They had some time to kill.

Neptune rubbed at the bags under his eyes with the heel of his hand. “Do I look that bad?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks.” He shoved his card into the slot to clock in with a little more force than needed.

“Not enough sleep?”

“I went to bed at like nine but kept waking up in the middle of the night.”

“Nightmares?”

“Stress dreams, more like.”

“Are you still trying to be mad about that guy?”

“I’m not trying! And no. I don’t know.”

“Did you get your revenge?”

“I’m not going to sleep with somebody’s girlfriend out of spite. Even if she’s dating a douche. She seemed pretty nasty herself.”

“Hm. She did give you her number while she was on a date, didn’t she?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you even know her name?”

“No.”

“Well then, that settles that!” Jaune plucked the flower from his hair and tucked it behind Neptune’s ear, poking his friend in the eye in the process. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll never see either of them again, anyway.”

Jaune’s soft smiles were one of the only things that could warm Neptune’s heart. He tried not to show any emotion other than general annoyance whenever he could, but Jaune never failed to see right through him. He appreciated that sometimes.

But right now, Neptune couldn’t tell if he wanted to be annoyed by Jaune’s optimism or not. He settled on giving him a soft smile. He tried harder than most people he knew. “Thanks, Jaune.”

“No problem. You’re on register today.”

“God dammit, Jaune.”

The day was slow. Slower than usual. By three in the afternoon, they had only had five customers. Neptune caught himself falling asleep a couple times while standing up, which could not be healthy. Had he done his homework? God, he didn’t remember. All he remembered doing last night was staring at his phone and contemplating whether he wanted to be an asshole or not.

No homework then. He could do it before class. After work. How much longer did he have?

The door opened. Shoes smacked against the floor.

“Welcome to The Daily Grind. What can I get for you to-”

It was the dickhead. And his girlfriend. Again.

Neptune took a breath. Cleared his throat. “Welcome to The Daily Grind. What can I get for you today?”

The guy- Sun? -hunched his bare shoulders up to his ears. He was wearing one of those tank tops that had nearly the entire side of them cut out of them so you got a healthy dose of chest no matter what angle you were looking on from. They were nice shoulders. He didn’t deserve nice shoulders.

Thankfully, his expression took away from his body. Cocky and whimsical and snarky, like he knew everything you didn’t. “What? Not hungover today? No sleazy remarks?”

God, he commented on how nice his pecs were yesterday, didn’t he? No. God, no, of God why. Why would he let him have the upper hand like that? Bad move, bad move. Wine did bad things to him. Never again. Or at least he’d settle for never that much.

Embarrassment flooded to his cheeks and he tried to choke it back down. “Could I please take your order.”

Sun forced his palms against the table, winking and flashing a toothy grin. “What? No guts now that you don’t have some booze in you?”

“I’m working. Please keep your voice down.” Neptune let himself wonder if Sun could ever be quieter than a jackhammer.

“You were working yesterday, too! But that didn’t stop you from saying that my pecs were nice!”

Neptune leaned forward. “I like complimenting a handsome man when I see one, but no matter how nice your body is, your personality reeks of frat boy and beer.”

Sun’s date appeared beside him, grinning at Neptune from ear to ear. Sun’s face melted into pouted lips and a worried brow, like Neptune had actually offended him. Neptune felt victorious for a moment, before more heat rose to his face.

He was at work. All three of their other customers were staring at him.

Neptune coughed and picked up some cups and a sharpie, staring straight at the plastic. “What will your orders be today?”

“Grande white mocha and a plain cappuccino,” Sun said.

“Right.”

There was a silent exchange of a credit card and a receipt. Neptune’s blush was finally fading away. Just as Sun and his date were walking away, Sun turned back around and asked, “Are you gay?”

Neptune tensed, mouth slack in shock. Finally he managed to stutter out, “Your order is almost ready, Sun.”

They stared at each other for a moment more before Sun spun on his heel and walked away.

“He asked me if I was gay,” Neptune said in a hushed voice, fingers pressed to his temples, head bowed to the floor. “Is this real life? Did someone just ask their fucking barista if they were gay?!”

“Were you acting gay?” Jaune asked.

“Jaune!” Neptune hissed, sounding scandalized.

“It’s a genuine question.”

“I said I liked complimenting handsome men. I kind of implied that he was a handsome man.”

“That’s pretty gay.”

“That’s not the point!” Neptune nearly yelled before gathering himself. “You don’t ask your barista if they’re gay! What?! No! You don’t do that. Who the hell does that? This guy, apparently!”

“Neptune.”

“I’m sorry, dude, but honestly what the fuck. I can’t believe this. Who acts like this?”

“Neptune, I understand, but calm down. Take a breath.”

“I have to retaliate.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I’m texting his girlfriend.”

“No, you’re not.”

Neptune pulled out his phone. “Then tell me what I’m doing right now.”

“Oh my god.”

He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out the crumpled straw wrapper, plugging in each digit into his phone. He thumbed the text icon and typed out a message.

Ocean Man: Hey this is the barista at the daily grind. I never caught your name.

“Sent it,” Neptune said and waggled the phone in front of Jaune’s face.

“I can’t believe you,” Jaune sighed.

“I’m probably going to regret this later.”

“You definitely are.”

They both watched as Sun’s date sipped her coffee, set it down, and looked at her phone. Sun was too engrossed in his own storytelling to notice the smile that pulled on her lips or how fast her thumbs typed on the keyboard.

A few seconds later, Neptune’s phone buzzed. Neptune puffed out a sigh. Guess he was doing this.

No Contact: Aria. And you?

Ocean Man: Neptune vasilias. Nice to meet you aria. Quick question. Why are you going out on a date with that guy? You dont seem to like him.

No Contact: He’s hot and he asked me out. Quickly finding that his personality sucks. You’re cuter. Wanna hang?

Neptune gave his phone a sour expression. No matter if the guy was a dick, you should at least finish the date before setting up a new one with someone else.

Jaune read over his shoulder. “Yikes.”

“Yeah.”

Neptune looked up and across the cafe to find Aria looking over her shoulder, smiling, and waving at him. No.

And Sun was glaring straight at him. No.

Was this what he wanted?

Sun stood up, nearly knocking his chair over backwards as he stomped back to the bar.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jaune asked, echoing his thoughts.

“What do you want exactly?” Sun questioned, pushing a finger into the middle of Neptune’s chest. “To piss me off? Is that why you’re flirting with my date in front of me?”

“Look. You might be an ass but she’s the one who gave me her number while you two were here yesterday. You might want to find someone who actually likes you.”

Neptune could hear Aria squeak in outrage from the other side of the cafe.

“Fine! But that doesn’t explain why you actually texted her!”

“I think I wanted to make you mad.”

“What the hell!”

“You asked me, your barista that you don’t know the name of, if I was gay!”

“You were acting pretty gay!” Sun exclaimed, as if that explained everything.

“So what?!”

“I dunno! But you obviously aren’t because you’re flirting with my date!”

“Why do you still care? She doesn’t like you!”

Jaune stepped to the side of Neptune. “Dude, you might wanna stop.”

Neptune didn’t stop. “I’m not having the best time right now! I got dumped two days ago, got painfully drunk and hungover and have had to deal with you repeatedly!”

“Neptune,” Jaune warned.

“You’re just a shitty frat boy! Why the hell are you in a tiny coffee house on a date at three in the afternoon?”

“I get free coffee here!” Sun yelled. Not that it made a difference, his only volume setting was yelling.

“No, you don’t, you id-”

“My mom owns this place!”

Neptune went quiet. He stared at the fury burning in Sun’s eyes, white teeth bared, flimsy tank top threatening to fall off.

For once, he had no words. Well almost no words. Thank you Mama Vasilias, for your words of wisdom for these troubling times. Words that had helped him through many hardships before. Words straight from the old country.

“Merda,” Neptune muttered, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open.

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 17

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Pouring a cup of lemon balm tea from a porcelain teapot, Katrina carried a tray of cups as she entered her office, with Vanya sitting in front of her desk. “I got tea if you want some,” she offered to her older sister, placing the tray beside her. “Good for your anxiety.”

“Thank you,” Vanya replied, as she took a sip of her warm drink and sighed. “Where’s Maria?”

“She’s late, as usual,” Katrina told her. “Apparently, the Jedi punched her in the nose when he was trying to get the Duchess out of prison.”

She answered with a nod, continuing to indulge in her citrusy tea. Staring outside the window, Vanya gazed at Sundari, where the streets were surrounded with Death Watch commandos, and not a single citizen dared to wander in the streets. “So, what happened to the nightlife here?”

“Almec set the curfew from six in the morning till seven in the evening,” explained Katrina, as she sat down and faced her. “Breaking curfews would result in either an arrest or getting shot on sight.”

“That’s terrible.”

“It is what it is, unfortunately,” she rolled her eyes. “And as much as I have power in the administration as well, I don’t have much of a say in the decision-making.”

“But you’re his aide,” Vanya pointed out. “Surely you have the right to defy and compromise for the sake of the people.”

Katrina shook her head, her arms crossed. “The decisions for Mandalore were based on the administration's votes. If two-thirds voted yes, then I cannot do anything to stop it from happening. It is unconstitutional for me to interfere with the passing of the bill.”

“Well, Almec’s administration is corrupted and vile, so we cannot trust them to run the government, let alone decides what’s best for the people out there.”

Her lips tightened as she rubbed between her temples. “You know, now I finally understand why Satine wanted a peaceful Mandalore in the first place. Though her government is flawed when it comes to military, security, and culture, at least she puts her people first. Almec and Maul, on the other hand, doesn’t give two flying kites about them.”

“You know, what you’re saying is true,” admitted Vanya, her shoulder slumped. “Vizsla was bad enough, with violence and all, but Maul, he and Almec are the worst leaders of Mandalore. I was wrong about the latter. If we were all at home with Mama and Papa instead, none of this would have happened.”

“Vanya, please don’t say that,” Katrina held her hands together. “You did everything you could to preserve our clan’s honour. If anything, it was Maul who manipulated you into thinking that joining his side is the right thing to do.”

“No, Katrina, it was my fault,” she confessed, as she put down her cup on top of a small saucer, clearing her throat. “Because of me, we were part of the problem in Mandalore. Because of me, Satine was killed right in front of her lover and because of me, he cut off our friendship that we’ve built together since we were seven. So don’t you dare tell me that I did nothing wrong, because we both know the sins that I have committed towards my best friend, the Duchess, and my own people as well.”

Blinking back her tears, Katrina bobbed her head as she got up from her desk and wrapped her arms around her sister. “I’m so sorry, Vanya. I just want to go home, that’s all.”

“It’s alright, Kat’ika,” she spoke in a hushed tone, stroking her hair. “I miss Mama and Papa too.”

“I hate it here. I don’t like being cooped in this palace so much, especially when we can’t even fucking leave in the first place.”

“I don’t like it here either. I thought it was nice living in the palace, but now it feels like I’m trapped in a bird cage, waiting to spread our wings in the sky.”

Katrina nodded as she let go of her, brushing her cheeks with her handkerchief. “It’s not the same anymore. Back then, Maria and I could go outside and play in the streets. We would fly kites in the air, we could chase each other, and we even played marbles with the neighbour’s kid. Now, I don’t even see kids playing outside anymore and I feel terrible for restricting their childhood wonders.”

“Yeah?” Vanya’s lips curved a bit upwards, leaning against the chair. “Before I left, there was a girl that I was friends with at the playground. We would always be picking flowers and chasing butterflies while asking each other questions, like why is the tree so tall, and why do bees like honey so much, you know? We didn’t think much in the past, but now I wish I never took those moments for granted.”

“That sounds like something I would re-experience again,” she smiled tenderly, sitting beside her. “So what about those moments with Obi-Wan? Did you have a similar experience with him as well?”

Her smile disappeared as she took a deep breath. “It was my first day at Jedi training,” she recounted her bittersweet memories. “It was my first time being away from home, and I was nervous to meet my new classmates and my new mentor. I introduced myself in front of everyone, but before I could take a seat, I slipped and fell on my face. Everybody in class was laughing at me, all except for Obi-Wan, who helped me up and led me to my seat beside him.”

“Later when we were on a break, I was sitting underneath the cherry blossom tree all alone, watching the other kids play together. But then, Obi-Wan sat beside me and asked me whether I was okay. At that time, I answered yes since I didn’t want to be a downer but then, he noticed my frown and asked me again, and I finally told him that I miss my family so much.”

Vanya paused, before continuing her story. “Although he doesn’t know what it was like being away from family, he told me that my family loves me very much and that he gave me his pinkie and promised me that we would both have each other’s back, no matter what happens.”

“What did he promise you?” Katrina asked.

“I promise to stay, I promise to never lie to you, I promise to listen to you, I promise to never stab you in the back, and I promise I’ll always be the friend you need,” she uttered every single word that Obi-Wan had said to her that day. “But instead of fulfilling those promises, I did the opposite, and I hate myself for hurting him.”

Katrina’s eyebrows dropped as she watched her sister crying, covering her face with remorse. “Well, it’s not too late to repent and turn over a new leaf,” she advised.

“But it’s too late to repair my friendship with him,” wept Vanya. “I betrayed him and broke his heart, like a cruel person I am.”

“It’s no use crying over spilt milk. Besides, if we stay here any longer, we will never get to see Mama and Papa again.”

“But how are we going to explain everything to them? They’re never going to forgive us for letting Vasilia get killed in front of us.”

“Vanya, that’s not true,” Katrina puts her hand over her shoulder. “I’ve known Mama and Papa. They will mourn for her, like we all did in our cell, but they won’t blame us for her death. Believe me, they will understand what we’ve been through for the past few days.”

Vanya jutted out her lips, picturing their parent’s cordial face in front of her, their arms spread out. “You’re right,” she let out a sniffle. “We should head home. It’s what Vasilia wanted for us, instead of avenging her death.”

Smiling at her, Katrina was about to open her mouth when Maria burst in, panting. “Goodness me, what took you so long?” she raised her voice.

“Sorry about that, I was busy with shit,” Maria gave an excuse. “Anyways, what were you guys talking about?”

“Pack your things,” Vanya stood up. “We’re leaving this place.”

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 10

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Carrying a tray of hot porridge and a cup of water, Vanya entered her cell and saw the Duchess contemplating the walls, with her hair loose. “Your meal, your Highness,” she knocked, as she showed her courtesy and placed them in front of the door. “It’s freshly-made in the kitchen.”

“I’m not hungry,” declined Satine, as she turned around, making Vanya avoid eye-contact with her.

“Well, just in case you are, I’ll be leaving them here,” insisted Vanya. “Besides, when was your last meal?

Her eyes pried. “You seem wounded tight, soldier. Are you alright?”

“I should get back to my duty,” she avoided her questions, averting from her. “I can’t keep my master for waiting too long anyways.”

As she shut her cell door, Satine got up, leaning closer to the glass. “I know you don’t want to do this,” she blurted out.

Vanya stopped dead in her tracks, her lips feeling dry. She was at a loss for words. “You’re a Jedi Master, am I right?”

“How did you know?” she stammered, shifting her focus towards her.

“That’s what Maul referred to you,” Satine told her. “I was aware that he freed you in exchange for giving you power on Mandalore. Is that true?”

“Well, he also promised me to avenge my sister’s death by killing Vizsla,” Vanya included, bobbing her head. “I admit that he’s sketchy but at least he delivers his promise, unlike the latter.”

“Vanya, dear, do you actually want all of that? A Jedi never lusts for power and violence.”

She’s not lying, she clutched her fingers together, her lips pressed. “Regardless of that, at least my family has better treatment now.”

“But at what cost? You’re distanced from your parents, let alone your own sisters.”

“My sisters are fine,” Vanya riposted. “I get to spend more time with them than when I was a Jedi, who was bound to the dogmatic rules that discourage their followers to form a loving relationship with one another.”

Satine exhaled, reminiscing of her time with her former lover, realising that she cannot convince her. “Just be careful, alright? Your sisters can’t afford to lose another family member.”

Without saying a word, Vanya gave her a deep bow and headed towards the lift, leaving her alone. She was aware of the Duchess’s relationship with her younger sister and seeing them not getting along with each other saddened her. She could never imagine cutting ties with her own siblings, let alone her whole family.

Is this what I really wanted? she doubted herself, a drop of paint splattering on her chestplate. Is Vasilia really proud of us?

Staring at her Mandalorian helmet that she gained from Maul, Vanya reached for the brush next to her and gently painted the rim of the visor in crimson to complement his skin colour, and the lives of the people that he claimed with his blade that was forged from pure hatred.

The Doyvesky’s colour, on the other hand, was emerald green, which matches the colour of the crops that were ravaged by war and violence surrounding them. Though Mandalorians were once proud warriors that forged through the storm, they were also farmers, artisans, actors, and peacekeepers, just like the former Duchess.

Noticing her vacant stare towards her armour, Katrina and Maria exchanged a brief look with each other before the latter cleared her throat and tugged her sleeves, catching her attention. “You alright, Vanya?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm alright,” she nodded, as she put down the brushes, before taking a larger one. “I'm just thinking about what to paint on my armour, that's all.”

Katrina raised her eyebrows. “I'm pretty sure Maul wanted the colour scheme to be the same. After all, we're supposed to be a unified army.”

“Well, I never liked the colour red,” Vanya shook her head. “They look like-”

“Yeah, we get it,” she interrupted. “Red is the colour of blood. It leaves a stain on crops and grasses, just like what Mama used to say.”

“Why can't we just colour our armour based on our clan? It's the Mandalorian way.”

“Like Bo said,” Maria spoke, her cheeks stained with red paint. “Maul's an outsider who claimed the throne of Mandalore from Vizsla.”

“Since when do you agree with Bo Karen?” Katrina puzzled. “You never even like her in the first place.”

“I don't, but she does have a point, though Mandalorian culture believes in adopting others from different worlds, which Death Watch do not practice at all.”

“Yeah, they only take the part of the law that they like,” Vanya agreed. “Like murdering people and burning their village to the ground.”

“True, though Maul isn't a better option either,” Katrina clarified. “After all, he's letting a bunch of crime families help run Mandalore and the Underworld.”

“How do you know that?” Maria asked, nonplussed.

“That's what Maul literally said to us earlier while we were in prison,” she slapped her own forehead. “Besides, Almec agreed to it through formal documents with his cabinet.”

“He picked his administration already?” Vanya gasped in an exaggerated manner, covering her mouth. “Oh, do tell us.”

Katrina looked left and right as she gestured to her sisters to lean closer to her. “Okay, so from what I've gathered so far,” she began, in a hushed tone. “The people of Mandalore have no contact with the others outside the planet.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Maria voiced underneath her breath. “You mean to tell me that the HoloNet isn't accessible to them?”

“Unfortunately yes, but that's not all. While domestic communications are allowed, their transmission is monitored, meaning the government is watching every move of the citizens twenty-four seven.”

“But hold on,” Vanya raised her finger. “That's not freedom, that's just-”

“Authoritarianism and dictatorship,” Katrina finished her sentence. “Maul and Almec are running a police state.”

“You know, I never realise Satine's government were great until we overthrow her and replaced them with a fucking dictatorship,” Maria considered, stroking her chin. “But that doesn't really mean that pacifism works one hundred percent though.”

“The only reason why it didn't work was because of us,” Katrina enunciated. “I mean, we were the ones who hired those things in the first place just to make Satine look incompetent.”

Vanya wiped the back of her neck, before taking a breath. “Okay, so what's our plan? How do we get out of this mess?”

“We could go back to Mama and Papa, just like what Vasilia wanted,” Katrina gave her a reminder, shrugging.

“Impossible,” Maria disagreed. “Maul might kill our entire family if he finds out.”

“Yeah, that is true,” Vanya breathed. “Anything else that doesn't involve death?”

“Fine, we'll go along with our duties like before and see how it goes,” Katrina suggested.

“You di'kut,” Maria cursed. “The last time we did that, Vasilia was murdered by Death Watch.”

“Yeah, and we figured that Death Watch wasn't our thing.”

“I hate to admit, but that's our only option right now,” Vanya gave in. “If we act now, Maul will not only have our heads, but our families as well so for now, we'll go back to our duties, and then when the time comes, we can execute our plans, alright?”

Maria let out a frustrating groan. “Fine, whatever. Let's just hope we have better options after this.”

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Chapter 6

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As Satine sat on her throne with a frown on her face, she could hear Vizsla's name echoing throughout her palace. Her disappointment ran deep as her vision for a peaceful Mandalore had finally shattered into pieces. Is this how Mandalore dies? she thought. By allowing violence to thrive?

“Vizsla! Vizsla! Vizsla! Vizsla!” the people of Mandalore chanted aloud.

She sighed as one of her aides addressed her, bowing in respect. “Duchess, Pre Vizsla and his men have entered the palace,” he informed her. “Should we stop them?”

“How can we?” she relented. “The people are on their side now.”

The sliding door hissed, revealing Vizsla, Bo-Katan, and Vasilia, facing the Duchess with pride, except for the third one, who was hiding her guilt and shame beneath her helmet. The guards pointed their pikes towards them in defense, but Satine stopped them before more harm could be done. “No, there will be no bloodshed.”

“But Duchess!” the prime minister protested.

“I will not be provoked to violence by these terrorists,” she affirmed, raising her hands.

“Listen, Duchess,” Vizsla pointed out the echoing voices outside the palace. “Do you hear the people? They cry out for change. Your weak-minded rule of Mandalore is at an end. The resurrection of our warrior past is about to begin.”

Vasilia could only sigh as she stood on the podium behind the current leader of Mandalore, her eyes focused on the crowd, who were cheering blindly for their new saviours. Among the crowds, she noticed her parents standing there, clapping along as well.

Mama, who had jet black hair and brown, almond eyes as Vanya and Katrina, locked elbows with her husband, who had dark blond hair and blue eyes, just like Vasilia and Maria. Noticing their eldest child staring at them, the loving couple smiled and waved at her.

Vasilia waved back, blowing them a kiss. Whether she was successful or a failure in life, Mama and Papa always supported Vasilia and her younger sisters, doting on every single one of them. She wished she would be happy for her achievement, but instead, dread consumed her as her focus shifted on Bo-Katan, who was addressing the whole citizen.

“Duchess Satine and the New Mandalorian leaders have fled in cowardice while the Death Watch brought these criminals to justice,” the red-headed woman declared, before turning to Pre Vizsla, who had Savage Opress and the leaders of both Black Sun and Pyke Syndicate Inc chains. “Your new prime minister, Pre Vizsla, leader of Death Watch, exiled governor of Concordia, the true son of Mandalore, presents you with the lords of the most feared crime families in the galaxy.”

“Vizsla, Vizsla, Vizsla, Vizsla,” the crowd roared, making his smile bigger. After years of struggling to return to their old warrior roots, he has finally made it on top. Everything he ever wanted, he has earned it with his own pride and ego, at a cost of innocent lives along the way.

But that was just a small price he had to pay, and it wasn't a big deal for him. Vasilia, on the other hand, couldn't wait any longer to get this over with so that she could check on her sisters, who were waiting for her inside the palace. They wanted to see Mama and Papa and enjoy their box of pizza so badly that she would sprint herself out of here just to fulfill her promise that she made with the

Trapped inside her tight, cubicle cell, the former could only bang on the glass window as she looked at the Death Watch guards, who were now in charge of her home planet. “You cannot hold me here! I am the Duchess of Mandalore!” she warned them. “Your actions will bring our civilization to ruin!”

“Is that you, Satine?” she heard a familiar voice, prompting her to look at the prisoner beside her cell.

“Almec?” she recognised the old man with a long face, who once served in her administration.

“Here for a visit? Or has peace betrayed you, too, Duchess?” he asked, in a sarcastic tone.

“Peace exists only in the minds of the faithful,” Satine sighed, closing her eyes.

“And faith has been the greatest disappointment.”

Only when it is broken,” she argued, turning to him. “What you did for the people as prime minister betrayed their trust.”

And you betrayed mine,” Almec fought back. “Destitution leaves little room for faith. My actions allowed the people hope in your leadership. The supplies I bought on the black market kept you in power.”

‘Another error of judgment,” Satine shook her head, expressing her disappointment towards the leader that was elected by the people who put their trust in him to perform his responsibilities. “The people made willing sacrifices for their freedom. Corruption is not the answer.”

Almec let out a sardonic laugh, as he rested his hands behind his head, leaning against the blank wall. “Then enjoy your freedom, Duchess. You'll have plenty of time to tell me all about it.”

Satine could do nothing but weep, realizing that the peaceful Mandalore that she had built from the ashes had already perished. Her people already stopped believing in pacifism the moment Death Watch decided to hire those lowlifes to wreak havoc on her home, hoping to resurrect the violence in Mandalorian traditions.

She remembered the time when she and her younger sister would hide underneath the bunkers whenever the air raid sirens went off throughout the city on Kalevala. Hearing those sirens, again and again, made her shiver as they sounded as if the dead were wailing in the air, followed by the bombings spreading across the city.

Satine and sister would lean closer towards the parents as turmoil and rampage ensued outside their homes, wondering when it would end. Her eyes and cheeks were soaked as she would beg for a peaceful night, where she could sleep without worrying about Death knocking on her door.

Sometimes, she had occasional nightmares where she was trapped underneath a burning building and was unable to breathe or escape at all. Ever since she had to shelter herself inside a war bunker, Satine would avoid small, tight spaces at all cost, to the point of taking the stairs rather than using the lift to get to another floor of her palace.

Many nights of air raids and bombings made her despise the warrior culture among Mandalorians, along with the wars and the damage that was left by them everywhere they go. The smell of burning flesh, schools that were destroyed by the air raids, and corpses piling up in the city square, was part of her childhood, which pushed her to end this nightmare that she endured when she was younger.

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Stuck inside the shipping container, the protocol droid turned to the guard, who was only standing there, staring at the door. “What should we do?”

“There's nothing we can do,” he relented. “The Duchess's forces are being overrun across the entire planet.”

Before he could sit down, he heard weapons firing against each other. “Listen,” the guard gasped. “It sounds like there is fighting going on out there.”

Unbeknownst to him, Vasilia, Vanya, Katrina, and Maria were fighting the thugs with their bare arms and blasters, making sure that the criminals were spared, as instructed by Vizsla. “Take that, you motherfucker,” Maria cussed as she punched a member of the Pykes with her fist.

Vasilia could only roll her eyes as she stunned the other guy, leaving them on the ground. “Put them in handcuffs,” she instructed, as she approached the shipping container. “We’ll take them to the ship after this.”

“Yes, Vas,” Vanya nodded, as she did what she was told.

Approaching the shipping container, the older Doyvesky sister unlocked it and found the guards and the protocol droid that was trapped inside by the Pykes Syndicate. “What's going on?” he exclaimed, facing her in a confused manner.

“We're Death Watch, and we're here to rescue you,” declared Vasilia, letting them out.

“You have my thanks, soldier,” said the guard, placing his hands on his chest as a sign of respect and gratefulness.

“No, thank Pre Vizsla,” she muttered, before gesturing to her sisters to leave the docks. “Looks like our work here is done.”

“Really?” Maria asked. “I wasn’t expecting the fun to end so quickly.”

“I agree,” Katrina nodded. “To be honest with you, this is too easy for us.”

“Of course it is,” Vanya rolled her eyes underneath her helmet. “This was meant to be fa-”

“Zip it, Vanya,” Vasilia shushed her as she looked left and right. “We’re not supposed to say that in front of people, or our plan to take over Mandalore will be foiled.”

“You mean Vizsla and Maul’s plan?” the former Jedi master corrected her. “You don’t even have a say in them. The only thing you do in Death Watch is obeying orders or get yourself killed, that’s all.”

Before Vasilia could say anything, she heard cheers from the surrounding people, who witnessed their so-called heroic deeds against the thugs. “It’s Death Watch,” one of them cried.

“Death Watch are our saviours,” another man claimed. “They saved our lives.”

Katrina and Maria smiled as they waved at the crowds, flattered by the attention they’re receiving. “Thank you, thank you,” Maria said, showing them the peace sign. “I’m honoured to protect my home from dangerous criminals.”

On the other hand, Vasilia and Vanya exchanged a brief glance as they shielded their helmets from the unwelcoming crowd. She could sense her sister’s distress within the Force, prompting her to grab both her younger sister’s hands. “We should get going,” she told them. “We can’t stay here any longer.”

“Fine,” Katrina responded, noticing Vasilia’s hands trembling.

With the criminals within their grasps, all four sisters flew back into the ship, greeted by Darth Maul, who was waiting for them. Vasilia hid her hands behind her back as Vanya cleared her throat, standing in a stiff manner. “We’re done with our mission,” she informed, taking off her helmet. “Where’s Vizsla and Bo?”

“Still fighting our army,” Maul answered, before shifting his focus to her older sister, sensing her uncertainty. “I presumed the mission went well?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Vasilia bobbed her head, releasing them from their cuffs. “We managed to ‘capture’ these criminals and saved the guards at the shipping docks. We were thanked for our service to Mandalore.”

“Good,” he praised. “For now, we’ll wait for the others to return. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” Vanya bowed, dragging her sisters into the secluded corridor of the ship, making sure there was no one around. “Looks like the coast is clear.”

“Oh, thank the Maker,” Vasilia breathed in relief, removing her helmet as well as Katrina and Maria. “Goodness, Maul scared me to death.”

“Tell me about it,” Maria said. “He almost made me shit my pants.”

“I don’t think I want to hear about that,” gagged Katrina, much to her dismay. “Besides, we’ve done the jobs that were given to us, so now we’ll have to wait and see.”

“But I don’t feel good doing this,” Vasilia wrapped her arms around herself. “Sure, we saved those guards in the docks, except the attack was engineered by us.”

“But you didn’t plan it at all,” Vanya assured her, rubbing her shoulder. “You were just doing what you were told, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but it still feels wrong. I have a lot of opportunities to do the right thing and leave but instead, I’m acting like a big coward. Then again, I am the coward in the family.”

“Vas, you are not a coward,” she told her. “You stood for me more than once when I was mistreated more than three times. Heck, you even walked away from your first boyfriend when he emotionally manipulated you. I thought that was the bravest thing you’ve ever done in your life.”

“Oh yeah?” gleamed Vasilia. “I could say the same for all of you here, especially you, Vanya. You have the balls to kill Chancellor Palpatine of the Galactic Republic. I mean, who would do such a thing?”

“In my defence, he was the Sith Lord who manipulated both the Galactic Republic and the Separatist Alliance just to gain more power.”

“Really?” Maria blurted. “Who told you that?”

“Maul did. He was Palpatine’s apprentice and was trained by him when he was young. He knew his master’s plan to destroy both the Jedi and the Republic from the beginning to the end.”

“Wait, Maul knew everything Palpatine was doing to destroy the Republic?” Katrina wondered. “If that’s the case, then why didn’t the Jedi sense him when he’s standing right in front of them?”

“Because Palpatine allowed the Jedi to be blinded with their own arrogance,” Vanya replied. “That was the reason he created the Clone Wars in the first place. To distract us from what’s actually going on behind the scenes.”

For a moment, all three sisters blinked as if they’re trying to process everything Vanya had said to them before Maria broke the silence. “You know, I have to admit, Palpatine's plans to destroy the Jedi was actually pretty good.”

“Maria!” Vasilia slapped the back of her head, making her exclaim in pain.

“What the hell did I say? It's true though.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No, Maria is right,” Vanya supported her. “He's a goddamn chessmaster, though I feel terrible that the people of the Republic had to pay the price instead.”

“But you eliminated the real villain though,” Katrina conveyed. “It could have been worse had Palpatine been spared.”

“However, many people on Coruscant, especially women and children, got killed when I revealed the truth about their leader's death. Not to mention that I betrayed my own friends, Obi-Wan. He was my best friend, and I stabbed him in the back, without him knowing it.”

Maria tightened her lips and stared at the floor as Vanya leaned on Vasilia's shoulders. There were no heroes in this fight for Mandalore, only villains, and they are part of it, regardless of whether they were only following orders. She clenched her fist as she stared at a photograph of her family on her datapad.

Hey Mama, hey Papa, she said to herself. I hope I get to see you again. I miss you all so much. It feels cold and empty without your presence.

She remembered the last time when they were all together at home. Vasilia was cuddling with her husband as she watched her and Katrina playing with Estella, Marsha, and Sergei, who were growing so fast. Vanya, on the other hand, was chewing on her spicy pepperoni pizza as she was having a lovely conversation with Mama and Papa, since she had just returned from a battle.

Speaking of pizza, it’s been a while since Maria enjoyed her slice of pizza. The only meal she could enjoy was a bowl of broth, and she’s sick of having another meal that is available for Death Watch. She wondered whether it would be a good idea to have a slice of pizza after this. “Hey guys,” Maria grabbed their attention. “Is anyone up for pizza after this?”

“Seriously?” Katrina groaned. “Now it’s not a good time for pizza.”

“I meant after this is done,” she corrected herself. “When we take over Mandalore, you know, we could go to Mama and Papa and order a few boxes of pizza to cheer up.”

“I’m not so sure about that, Maria,” Vasilia doubted. “We might need to stay in the palace a little longer before Vizsla would let us go.”

“But we never had pizza in a while, and see Mama and Papa as well,” Maria pleaded, her hands clasped together. “Vanya, don’t you want to spend time with Mama and Papa? I know you miss them very much.”

“Well…”

“And Vas, don’t you want to see Alejandro, Estella, Marsha, and Sergei again? I know how much they meant the world to you.”

“To be honest with you…”

“We’ve been away from home for too long,” complained Maria. “I’m just sick of being separated from our family, really. Can we please, please go home and have pizza? I just miss the good old days when we don’t have to fight people.”

Vasilia, Vanya, and Katrina looked at each other, before nodding their heads. “Alright, we’ll be home with a box of pizza after we’re done, okay?” Vanya said. “And that is a promise.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much,” she squealed, hugging all three of them. “You guys are the best sister ever.”

Vasilia hugged back when she heard her comlink beeping on her wrist, prompting her to put on her helmet. “Well, looks like Vizsla and Bo are done. We should get going.”

“And then we get pizza and see Mama and Papa?”

“Yes, Maria,” Vanya laughed. “Now put on your helmet and let’s go. We don’t have all day.”

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 3

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Walking inside the tent, Vanya approached her older sister, Vasilia, who was standing behind Pre Vizsla. The latter noticed her presence and gestured her to focus on the holo, which showed a visual of a large dome, where Mandalorians grew up. “Vas, we need to talk,” she whispered. “This is really important.”

“Not now, Vanya,” Vasilia whispered back. “We’re in the middle of planning a crucial attack on Mandalore.”

Groaning to herself, she was left with no other choice but to listen to Maul and Vizsla. I guess family meetings can wait a little longer then.

The Zabrak placed his fingers beneath his chin as he glanced at the holotable, before shifting his focus at Vizsla. “Where are my targets?” Maul asked.

“We’ve identified them at these locations,” the bald man answered, marking them with red dots. “However, as I’ve said before, if we try to take Mandalore by force, our people will turn against us.”

“I will use my army of crime lords to attack different targets across Sundari and sow chaos to undermine the Duchess's rule,” he suggested. “Our gangsters will make her look too weak to maintain control. Then you and your Death Watch will capture and arrest us, bringing order where Satine's weak government could not.”

Vizsla’s lips curved upwards, realising where Maul was coming from. “We'll be saviors.”

“Exactly.”

“A good plan,” Vizsla praised him, before glancing at Bo-Katan, who was his second-in-command.

“Indeed,” Bo agreed. “I’ll prepare the troops.”

Vanya watched her leave the tent, with Vizsla following her from behind. Taking a deep breath, she excused herself for some fresh air when she noticed the both of them confiding with each other, while wary if there’s anyone listening to their conversation.

“It’s a risk to trust those monsters,” warned Bo. “How do we know they'll keep their end of the bargain?”

“We need those Sith and their thugs to cause some pain and show the Mandalorian people how weak Satine really is,” Vizsla argued. “After this is done, no one will doubt why we’re in power. Most will welcome us.”

“Then what?”

“Then we execute Maul and those thugs,” he said. “Those criminals will scatter, and Mandalore will be ours.”

Letting out a silent gasp, Vanya scurried away, assuming that she was spotted. So that’s where their partnership between them will end, she guessed, her heart palpitating. Now I really need to talk to Vas about this.

She stepped inside her family tent and found her older sister seated with both Katrina and Maria, peering at her, as if they were waiting for her. “Ladies, I need to talk to you,” she urged as she turned around, making sure she wasn’t being pursued by her fellow Death Watch member. “This is really important.”

“I know, which is why I gathered all of us here,” Vasilia raised her eyebrows, inviting her sister to sit down. “What is so urgent that you called for a family meeting in the first place?”

“It’s about the attack on Vizsla and Maul,” she revealed. “They’re both planning to turn against each other once we took over Mandalore.”

Vasilia nodded, crossing her arms. “Well, you’re not the only one who knows about this, vod’ika.”

“What do you mean I’m not the only one who knows about this?”

“I overheard Maul and his brother after the meeting ended,” she confided. “They figured that Vizsla will betray them and that they will find a new ruler of Mandalore once he takes the throne.”

“Of course he did,” Katrina scoffed. “Why am I not even surprised by this revelation?”

“Because it’s obvious,” Maria shrugged. “I mean, both these men wanted power so badly that when there’s an opportunity to betray each other, they won’t hesitate to do it. As Vas said, Vizsla dreamed to be Manda’lor while Maul wants to rule the underworld.”

“In short, they’re just plain greedy,” Vanya concluded. “But when that happens, then what about us? Which side do we serve?”

“Honestly Vanya, both are terrible,” Vasilia admitted. “Death Watch looks like they value Mandalorian culture, but only when it applies to war. I mean, they literally wiped out an entire village on Carlac and bragged about it. That’s not the Mandalorian way I learned from Mama and Papa.”

“Not to mention that they used a guy as a scapegoat for the bombing on Sundari,” Maria recalled. “Like, people almost died that day.”

“Yeah, my Jedi friend told me about that,” Vanya remembered. “The Duchess was scared to death because of the attack.”

“It was a terrible day for all of us Mandalorians,” Katrina sighed sadly, before turning to Vasilia. “Also, just wondering, but if you know what Death Watch did was wrong, then why did you join them in the first place?”

Vanya and Maria gave an uncertain stare, making her submit. “Okay, let me give you a rational explanation on why I joined Death Watch in the first place.”

“It’s not just you though,” Maria pointed out. “You persuaded the entire clan to join their cause, but do explain why you got them involved in the first place.”

Vasilia took a deep breath as she closed her eyes for a moment and began. “I only joined because they believed that they wanted to take back our warrior heritage that we’ve been denied for so long under the Duchess’s rules. Vanya, you weren’t there when Satine and the New Mandalorian took over the planet, but I can tell you that everything changed after that.”

She paused as she held back her tears, before continuing her words. “We were forced to give up our armour, our weapons, and whatever that reminds them of Old Mandalorian. Mama and Papa were reluctant, so they told us to hide everything in a secret compartment and only use them when we’re inside the house.”

“But one day, the authorities showed up at our house. They wanted to inspect the entire house for safety purposes, so Mama and Papa had no other choice but to go along with it while I was told to hide them in the usual place. Unfortunately, we got caught and the authorities ended up confiscating both our weapons and our armour. Papa wouldn't budge, so he pleaded with them to give them back, promising them that we won't use it at all.”

“But do you know what they did to him instead?”

Vanya shook her head, knowing that it'll get worse. “I don't like where this is going.”

“They pushed him on the coffee table right in front of us and left,” snarled Vasilia, clenching her fist. “Mama screamed when she saw blood in his forehead. He ended up with a few stitches after that.”

Rubbing her older sister's back, Vanya leaned closer and wrapped her arms around Vasilia as she wiped her tears. “I'm really sorry you had to see that, vod. It was horrible for those officers to hurt our own father, and took away whatever was left of our culture.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing for Death Watch, but I was wrong. They are just as rotten as Satine's New Mandalorian. The only difference is that one wanted peace while the other craved for violence.”

“But what about Maul?” Katrina wondered. “How atrocious is he compared to Vizsla?”

“He got his brother to behead the Black Sun High Council after they refused to join him, and also the Hutts Clans as well.”

“Okay, so we have to choose between a power-hungry maniac and a bloodthirsty warrior who's obsessed with revenge,” Maria deadpanned. “Pretty good choices, if you ask me.”

Vanya rolled her eyes. “Now it's not a good time for sarcasm. We need to think of a plan where we won't be affected by Maul and Vizsla betraying each other.”

“I have an idea,” Katrina raised her hands. “But you guys won't like it though.”

“What is it, Kat?” Vasilia asked, rubbing between her temples.

“How about we just go along with the plan that both Vizsla and Maul agreed on and from there, we'll see how it goes.”

“I say that it's a stupid plan,” Maria commented. “I mean seriously, you want to wait till the last minute before we decide which leader is better? Well, hell no!”

“I don't like it either, but we really don't have much of a choice,” grumbled Vanya. “If we don't go along with the plan, they'll have our heads, or worse.”

“Vanya is right,” Vasiliy supported. “The only thing we can do so far is to wait. We can't let Death Watch or Maul suspect us of betraying them. If we act now, it will be disastrous not only for us but for Clan Doyvesky as well.”

“I understand, vod,” Katrina nodded when she heard footsteps approaching their tent, making us shudder. “Quick, someone's coming.”

All four sisters panicked as they put on their helmets and walked out of the tent, facing Pre Vizsla and Bo-Katan. “My Lord,” Vasilia gave him a respectful bow. “Are we ready to depart right now?”

“Are your soldiers ready, Doyvesky?” he questioned, in an intimidating manner.

“They're ready as they can ever be, My Lord,” she stuttered, hiding her shaking hands behind her.

“Good,” Bo said, pointing at their ship. “Now hurry. We don't have much time left.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Vanya acknowledged, sensing their wariness harboured towards her and her sisters.

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