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evabellasworld · 3 years

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 14

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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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Jumping from hyperspace, Obi-Wan flew into the Mandalorian atmosphere, which was barren with no trees or bushes, except for smoke rising from cabins, where people lived away from the city of Sundari. Despite that, however, they weren’t free from their new ruler, who monitored their citizen’s livelihood.

The port on Mandalore, however, was quite the contrary. With ships landing and departing from their respective platforms at the same time, workers on the docks were preoccupied with unloading supplies from outside. There were security guarding the docks, making sure that nothing suspicious happened under their prying eyes.

As the Twilight was about to land on an empty spot, a Mandalorian guard watched as the fins folded upwards, with Obi-Wan controlling the ship from the stuffy cockpit he was forced to endure. Surrounded by smokes and shaky controllers, he braced himself as she landed on the ground smoothly.

He sighed in relief as the lights were cut off, when one of the controllers beside him burst into a small flame, making him jump. “Anakin, that's the last time I borrow a ship from you,” he grumbled as he got off his seat and grabbed his helmet that was worn during his last mission to save the Chancellor.

Walking out with his Rako Hardeen disguise, the ship’s platform opened halfway, causing Obi-Wan to stomp on his foot to force it open. He inspected the condition of the ship, with the oil spilling from the engine and more smoke blowing from the exhaust port. Sometimes I wondered how Anakin took care of his own ship in the first place.

“You better get your ship looked at,” one of the guards came up to him, silently judging.

“Oh, it's my friend's ship,” Obi-Wan answered smoothly as he rested his hands on the handle, only for the platform to drop suddenly, making him stumble. Parts of the ship were peeled off as the nuts and bolts were loosened from its grip, further embarrassing the Jedi Master. “He told me it was perfectly fine. Terribly sorry about that.”

“Do you have a landing permit?” the guard asked, ignoring the crash sound from the Twilight.

“Um, I think I left it in the ship,” he pretended to check on his pockets, before gesturing to him. “Come with me, and I'll get it.”

The guard followed him all the way towards the ship’s common area, only to be knocked out in just one punch. The Moogan traders were startled by the faint sound, before continuing with their business. Obi-Wan emerged with a full set of Mandalorian armour, along with a jetpack and a brand-new helmet. After putting them on, he looked around and headed towards the airspeeder that was parked in front of his ship.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched by Bo-Katan Kryze and her renegade soldiers. With a smirk painted on her face, one of her soldiers pulled out their blaster, only to be stopped with her head shaking. Activating the vehicle with a press of a button, Obi-Wan drove into Sundari, without any knowledge of what he was about to walk into.

Meanwhile in the Royal Prison, Satine’s eyes were closed as she pushed herself to focus on peaceful thoughts. Remembering the techniques to calm herself down whenever she was locked inside a cramped space, she breathed in while squishing her thumbs to sedate herself from her fear.

Obi-Wan noticed specks of her shoulder-length blonde hair as he glanced at her from behind, before unlocking her cell. Assuming the disguised guard as either Vanya or Maria, she didn’t bother to turn around. “Here to do more of your master's bidding?”

He took off his helmet and gave a warm smile, announcing his presence. “I do my own bidding.”

“Obi-Wan,” she beamed as she sprung up and wrapped her arms around him, much to his pleasure. Feeling each other’s warmth for a moment, Satine broke off their hug as she searched for both his apprentices behind him. “Are you alone?”

“Yes, the remaining Jedi Council and Republic officers will be no help to us here,” he told her, as he took a peek at the corridors, which were seemingly empty. Taking her hands, he dragged her towards the lift, waiting for the next one to arrive.

“I trust you have an escape plan then?” Satine raised her doubts, as Obi-Wan put on his helmet.

“As always, my dear,” he winked as the lift door slid opened, only to stumble upon Maria Doyvesky, who was waiting for them to enter. Playing along with his part, he shoved the Duchess inside the lift as it closed, heading towards the prison exit.

Peering at Satine and Obi-Wan, she wondered if she ever said anything about transferring prisoners from one block to another, before realising she didn’t. “There's no record of a prisoner transfer here,” she pointed out, not breaking eye contact with the both of them. “Care to explain yourself, soldier?”

“The orders came from upstairs,” he hesitated, looking away from the Chief of Security.

Now why would I give an order from one of my men upstairs on prison transfer? Maria blinked, until she recalled what Katrina told her earlier on in the hallways. “Hey, could I talk to you for a moment?”

“Oh, umm…”

Before she could begin her sentence, Obi-Wan knocked her as the lift opened, leaving her lying on the ground. Blood oozed from her nose as she watched them escape towards their speeder, making her scream in fury. “Get your ass back here, you son of a bitch!” Maria raged as she got up, chasing after them.

Obi-Wan and Satine drove away as the commando guards tailed them all the way to the docks. The others who were patrolling the area saw them heading towards the ship, asking for reinforcement. “It's the duchess,” one of them shouted. “She's getting away.”

Buckling up inside the cockpit, Obi-Wan lifted the ship in the air as Death Watch opened fire towards them. “We have to contact my sister for help,” Satine suggested, holding his hand. “She'll send reinforcements.”

“Who's your sister?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Before he could leave, however, the engines took the worst hit, causing the ship to blow up. “Brace yourself!”

As it twirled in the air, Obi-Wan stood up and rushed out of the cockpit with Satine beside him. “Let's get out of here.”

Within a second, the front part of the Twilight was pulled apart, causing Satine to grip her hands tighter as she found herself hanging for her dear life. “Obi-Wan,” she cried.

With an ear-piercing crash and a huge explosion, Obi-Wan's grasps loosened as they crashed to the ground. The debris of the ship crushed Satine who was underneath it, prompting the Jedi to lift it away with the Force. Her eyes were closed as he tried to reach her, only to hear a familiar footstep.

He took a peek and saw his best friend walking towards him, giving her hands. “It's okay, Obi-Wan,” Vanya reassured him, caressing his cheeks in a gentle manner. “You're safe now.”

Sighing with bliss, he took her hands and gazed at his childhood best friend, with whom he shared a close bond. From sharing a piece of candy with each other to training their Padawans together, Vanya was the only friend he could rely on when it came to his deepest, darkest secret. For a while, her disappearance after the Battle of Coruscant made him stay up all night, wondering whether she was still out here, until today.

“Thank goodness you're here,” he smiled as he rubbed behind his head. “I thought something bad happened to you.”

“I'm alive and well, burc'ya,” Vanya smiled back genuinely. “I was worried about you too. I heard that Dooku really took over Coruscant and destroyed the Jedi Temple.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, sadly. “And he took Eva and Lira too.”

“I know, Obi-Wan,” she pulled him into a hug, frowning. “I miss them too. They were like daughters to me.”

“They were,” the Jedi Master let out a sniffle. “I still have their toys with me. You know, the cowgirl doll, their tooka doll, and a raggedy doll that Padmé gave them.”

“And the hummingbird droid that Lira built from scraps.”

“That too,” he bobbed his head when he saw his lover on the floor, making his jittery. “Goodness me, I almost forgot about the Duchess. We need to get her out of here.”

Vanya sealed her lips together as she watched him carry her in his arms, leaving her beaming for the couple. She remembered him telling all about her, and how they used to kiss before Obi-Wan had to separate from her. She finds their story romantic and yet sad, as she was aware of what's going to happen next.

I hope Maul spared both of them, she thought, as Obi-Wan glanced at her. “Do you happen to have a spare ship around or something? We need to get Satine to safety before Death Watch gets to her.”

“Oh, yeah, we do, actually,” she lied, as she led them to the same speeder they took. “I could lead you to my family’s ship, if you want to.”

He took a seat behind, holding Satine with him. “Thank you, Vanya,” he showed his appreciation. “I knew I could always count on you.”

She could only fake a smile as she felt remorseful for her actions that she is about to undertake against them.

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the101stbattalion · 4 years

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With Palpatine dead, the Jedi Council was forced to hide his death from the public to avoid the Separatist from striking against them. Things got more complicated when Obi-Wan Kenobi and Vanya Doyvesky discovered their apprentices, Ava Lira and Eva Bella Young went missing without a trace. Commander Tori of the 101st Battalion strayed into the Underworld, hoping to find answers. But when the Separatist army attack Coruscant, things are not the same anymore.

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evabellasworld · 3 years

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By the Stream

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What happened, what’s wrong?

You’re sitting alone by the stream

The green grass is sprouting up

And the water splashes with the spring wind

I’m sure there was a promise

That even if you go, you won’t be gone forever

But every day you come to the stream

What are you thinking about?

Even if you go, you won’t be gone forever

Is that asking me not to forget you?

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Summary: Obi-Wan and Vanya were sitting beside the stream, not knowing what will become of the long-standing friendship that they built together.

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Staring at the crystal-clear stream in front of her, Vanya was seated on a large rock, with stalks of yellow-orange daisies in her hands, with a smile on her face. Her surroundings were filled with wildflowers and polka-dotted mushrooms grown across the emerald field, along with the refreshing breeze in the air. The sun was shining on the blue sky as the puffy cloud above her glided, giving a sense of serenity inside her.

For months, the battles across the Outer Rims were bloodthirsty. Many of her troops were sacrificed in the battlefield as a price to pay for the Republic's victory. The fields that she was admiring were once soaked in blood and rotting corpses that painted across the bare valleys.

Trenches were dug deep and barbed wires were set up, marking each territory for both the Republic and the Separatists forces. Anyone who trespasses was either shot on sight or disappeared, never to be seen again. Vanya recalled assigning 35 clone troopers to gather intel from their enemies and so far, only 5 had survived.

Her heart aches as she laid on her bunk every single night, wondering whether the rest of her soldiers were still out there. It would be easier to think that the remaining 28 men and women were all dead, probably buried somewhere in the area. On the other hand, Vanya could not help but think that maybe, just maybe, they would return home to their brother’s and sister’s embrace.

Why did I even bother fighting this war in the first place? she thought, sniffing through the sweet scent of the flower. It’s not like we were protecting innocent people of the Republic in the first place.

She glanced at the stream again, only to notice the fishes that were swimming along together. For three years, she had been fighting a war that doesn’t seem to end anytime soon. Though her friends informed her that the Separatist were losing their grip on the Outer Rim, Vanya cannot be too sure about their statement.

In truth, nobody, including herself, had any idea when the Clone Wars would end. She was sure that the war would be over in a few months, but that few months became a year, before it turned into three excruciating years. If another year has passed, then she would be a forty-year-old woman, along with her longtime friends, Cinta Kaarim and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Her former apprentice, on the other hand, would be a fourteen-year-old girl, the same age that Ahsoka became a commander of the 501st Legion. How time flies so fast, she laughed to herself. Just yesterday, Lira was the little girl who was always asking a lot of questions and talking endlessly and now, she’s blossoming into a teenager and soon, she’ll grow into a strong and brave woman.

The thought of her Padawan growing up made her shiver, realising the uncertain future for her and her twin sister, Eva. Will the girls have to grow up to finish the war for us? Vanya bit her fingernails. Will they survive, or will they die young?

That was the question that bounced around her head the moment they were assigned as Jedi Generals for the 101st Battalion, much to both her and Obi-Wan’s distress. As she watches an Eden green butterfly land on top of the flower, her lips curve downwards when it flees in fright, prompting her to turn around and figure out what startled the fragile creature.

Rather, she found Obi-Wan pacing towards her the entire time, making her cross her arms and gave him an icy glare. “You know, your tactics of scaring other people is starting to bore me,” Vanya remarked, as he let out an amusing chuckle.

“Well, in that case, I’ll have to find another way to grab your attention,” he teased, as he sat beside her and grinned, hoping to crack his stone-faced friend. “Besides, you seem to always be in your head all the time. Should I be worried or should I stay out of your internal conflicts?”

“What do you want?” she breathed, her lips stiffened.

“Well, you’ve been sitting alone by the stream,” he answered, his voice laced with concern. “What’s happened? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing really,” Vanya shook her head. “It’s just the thought of us not seeing each other again just pains me too much.”

“But even if you go, you won’t be gone forever,” Obi-Wan assured, placing his hands on her shoulder. “Besides, we promised that we would always have each other’s back, no matter what.”

“But what if I didn’t make it alive?” she pined. “The Outer Rim is currently in siege and right now, I can’t even guarantee if I’m able to make it back to the Jedi Temple.”

“Vanya, don’t say that. You will come back to the Temple once everything is over, and you will see Lira and Eva again, I promise.”

“How can you even be optimistic right now, when you’ve been seeing your own men die under your command? You’ve even lost Satine on Mandalore, and you lose sleep worrying about Anakin and Eva’s strained relationship with each other.”

Obi-Wan bobbed his head, his eyebrows drooped. “You’re right. It’s difficult to think positively, especially when both your apprentices are fighting with each other too frequently. It’s hard when Eva kept crying on how Anakin was saying nasty things to her and how he felt unfair when I called him out on his behaviour. But what can I do? Eva has been depressed for years, and I have to stay strong just for her sake. I can’t afford to break down in front of her, since she’s already been through a lot.”

“I’m sorry, Obi-Wan,” Vanya apologised profusely, her head hung low. “I didn’t mean to provoke you like that.”

“No, Vanya, there’s nothing to apologise for,” he let out a weak smile. “It’s just that I’ve been keeping to myself for too long, and I thought that it would be better if I just let it all out, you know.”

She nodded as she squeezed her nose and wiped her hands on her dress, shifting her focus to the gentle stream. “So, how’s Anakin?”

“The usual,” shrugged Obi-Wan. “You know, flying recklessly, almost getting himself for a billion times, yeah, those are the things that I have to deal with for more than ten years.”

“That bad, eh?” her nose crinkled.

“Well, he had a rough upbringing when he was around Eva’s age. He was enslaved until my master, Eva’s father, rescued him and made me his master as his death wish. Then, he had to watch his own mother die a decade later, and even till today, he blamed himself for not being able to save her from those Tusken Raiders.”

“That was sad,” Vanya sympathised. “But that doesn’t excuse him for hurting other people’s feelings, especially Eva. The girl’s only thirteen, and she’s already in a fragile state of mind.”

“That is true,” he acknowledged. “Ever since Ahsoka left, Anakin is back to his destructive behaviour. His possessiveness towards Padmé, his anger issues, says it all. I’ve tried talking to him, but you know him. He’s as stubborn as a mule.”

“The apple doesn’t seem to fall far from the tree,” she commented. “You were just as stubborn as him when you were still an apprentice to Master Qui-Gon Jinn.”

He snorted, before clearing his throat. “I could say the same for you and Master Plo Koon. You always insisted on flying, even if it was too dangerous.”

“Yup, and now, the cycle repeats with Lira. I have to admit, as jumpy as Lira is, she is one hell of a pilot.”

“It’s like you said, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Obi-Wan repeated her words. “Master Plo was a pilot, you are a pilot, and now, Lira is following your footsteps into becoming a star pilot like the both of you.”

“And Anakin and Eva also have your piloting skills, though you hated flying so much.”

“Yeah, I had a bad experience with them,” he rubbed behind his neck, plucking a small, white daisy beside him. “You know the incident on Pijal. Even to this day, it still haunts me in my dreams.”

“I know, and I’m sorry that you had to go through that, really. No child should experience these kinds of horrors.”

“And we let a fourteen-year-old and two 10-year-olds fight in a barbaric war,” he exhaled. “I just hope that this war will end sooner. I miss the days when the only thing we had to worry about was maintaining peace in the Galactic Republic.”

She groaned in frustration. “God, I hate politics so much. It’s just too many red strings that prevent us from taking further action, you know. I don’t even know why the Jedi Council had to get involved in the first place.”

“I see where you’re coming from. Too many politicians, with a few exceptions, are corrupted. They would rather fill their pockets with credits than caring about the citizens instead. Honestly, I have a feeling that the Republic will crumble eventually. It’s too fragile to maintain its pillars.”

“True,” she relented as she got up from her seat, holding a bouquet with both hands. “Well, I should get going. The Council assigned me to another battle and I have to depart as soon as possible.”

He nodded and bowed. “Is that asking me not to forget you?”

“I guess so,” Vanya lifted her shoulders. “But like you said, I won’t be gone forever, and so will you.”

“Goodbye Vanya,” Obi-Wan gave his last wave at her. “I hope we’ll see each other again once the war is over.”

“I will, Obi-Wan,” she promised, before leaving him by the stream, where the grasses were sprouting up and the water splashes with the spring wind. Little did they know, this was their last conversation with each other before the end of the era.

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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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Death of Mandalore

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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“Send help,” Vasilia heard one of the Mandalorian guards pleading through his comlink. “The shipping docks are under attack by the Pyke Syndicate. I repeat, the shipping docks are under attack by the Pyke Syndicates.”

Her blood ran cold as she listened to the man screaming for his life, before hearing the frequency grow weaker. She wished she didn’t hear it and yet, Vizsla instructed her to do so that she knows her cue to fly into the Mandalorian atmosphere.

These were only the first steps to gaining control of Mandalore. Get a bunch of criminals to terrorise the people, which leaves them no other choice but to ask for Death Watch’s help to stop them just to be seen as lords and saviours. Once they’re done, they get to overthrow Mandalore and retake the planet, with the people’s support.

It’s easy enough to execute it if only Vasilia doesn’t have a tinge of guilt growing inside her. Satine’s pacifistic government may be flawed to her, but at least she and her clan get to live in peace.

Before Clan Doyvesky were warriors, they were farmers. According to Papa, they used to own a large piece of land, where they grew tapioca and cotton. There were trees and lush groves on the surface of Mandalore along with the gentle rivers that were used as a primary source of water and transportation. But that all changed when war raged across Mandalore, destroying their crops and lands in the process.

The Doyveskys had no other choice but to abandon their ways and armed themselves with weapons, fighting from one clan to another, until Mandalore was stripped of its greenery, forcing them to live in a domed city that protects them from the harsh weather outside.

Vasilia was there when the Old Mandalorian traditionalists were fighting the New Mandalorian, who were sick and tired of the constant war surrounding them. She understood how often she had to hear blasters fired outside her house and how much it took a toll on her and her family, who wondered when their people would stop battling.

Changing frequencies on her radio headset, Vasilia prepares herself to hear another horrible news, this time from Peace Park. “The Black Sun has attacked Peace Park,” a policeman said. “We need more reinforcements. We are being outmatched by those gangsters.”

Her eyes widened. Peace Park was where Vasilia used to frequent when she was younger. She remembered the cherry bonsai growing in a large pot, where she would try to pluck its flowers before her parents would stop her. The screams of innocent people in the park petrified her, wishing that all of them were spared from the ceasefire that was started by selfish individuals who only cared for power.

Glancing at Vizsla and Bo, who were listening to the radio as well, she wondered whether they had a heart and if they do, how they feel when civilians are scared for their lives just because of their excessive pride and greed inside them. She thought whether they do care about the people they are about to rule over after the chaos that is spread across Sundari. She wondered whether her parents, her husband and her children are safe and sound in their homes.

Estella, Marsha, and Sergei, Vasilia thought. Are you alright, adi’ka? Are you at home playing with your father and your grandparents, ignoring the chaos outside your home? I’ll be home as soon as possible, and that is a promise.

“Change to the next frequency,” Vizsla ordered. “We’ll be coming in after this.”

Vasilia did what she was told, only to regret it instantly. “The Black Sun is attacking the vaults. Send reinforcements.”

Hearing the laughter of the Pyke Syndicate’s leader, Lom Pyke, she closed her eyes as a lightsaber whooshed and slashed in the background, accompanied by the guards groaning in pain. She felt her wet tears underneath her helmet as memories of her father’s forehead flashed on her mind.

That poor man, cried Vasilia. How would his family react when their father or brother got killed while defending the bank from those lowly gangsters?

Vizsla and Bo exchanged a brief glance at each other before gesturing towards her. “The Duchess has gathered all her people at the Plaza,” said Bo. “We should get going.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered as she got up from her seat, composing herself to combat mode. As the three of them jumped off the ship, Vasilia activated her jetpack behind her and flew, before diving into the domed city. She forgot how Mandalorian air was like after being away from the planet for so long and how Sundari was.

The crowd clamoured as they gathered in the plaza, glancing at their Duchess, who stood all the way on the podium, calming her angry and frightened citizens. “I need you all to remain calm,” Satine reassured her people, waving her hands. “These attackers are just thugs, brought on by the lowest element.”

“I'm not gonna take this,” a heavily-bearded man echoed, whom Vasilia recognised as her Papa. She wondered how he was doing, after being separated from him for a while. I hope Papa remembered to take his medicine.

“The Duchess Satine has led us to ruin!” Vizsla declared as he hovered in front of Satine along with Bo and Vasilia, causing her guards to point their staff in their direction.

“Death Watch!” gasped Satine, before turning to her guards. “Guards, stay back! Vizsla, you must be the one responsible for these attacks!”

“No, I am not responsible!” he denied. “But I can offer a solution.”

Landing on the podium, he took off his helmet and faced the large audience. “People of Mandalore,” addressed Vizsla. I am Pre Vizsla of Clan Vizsla. Death Watch is here to save you from these intergalactic gangsters that threaten our great city. This is a war, and we will win.”

The crowd cheered in unison as Vizsla continued his speech. “Join me and let us defend Mandalore against the criminals. We need action, not pacifism.”

“Do not listen to him!” argued Satine, pointing at the Death Watch leader. “His war will cause the end of Mandalore as we know it!”

“We are under attack!” countered Vizsla. “There is no time for discussion!”

The people of Mandalore talked indistinctly among each other, agreeing with what he told them. “The name ‘Mandalore’ should set fear into the hearts of these gangsters.”

As the crowd hollered, Satine could only frown as Vizsla, Bo, and Vasilia flew into the atmosphere, boarding their ship. Receiving an incoming transmission from Maul, he answered as he took off his helmet. “If the people are beginning to follow you, it is time for Death Watch to take action,” directed the Sith Lord. “Make sure you put on a good show.”

“As you wish, Lord Maul,” bowed Vizsla, as he cut off their comlink. Vasilia could only watch as she felt her gut twisted, with sweat pouring from her forehead. Those criminals attacked her home because of her complicit nature with Death Watch. How would she explain to her parents that she was part of the terrorism on Mandalore to her parents? What would her husband and children say when they realise that she was part of an organisation that murdered innocent people, including women and children?

Should I just back down and return to my family again, or should I just stay for the best of my sisters? she pondered.

Noticing her quiet demeanor, Vizsla and Bo stared at her, before one of them broke the awkward silence between them. “Tell your sisters and your army to get ready for a fight,” ordered Bo. “We need to put on a good performance for our people.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Vasilia nodded as she headed out of the cockpit, before eyeing them from behind. Her hands shook as she let out a heavy breath.

“Is everything alright, soldier?” Viszla questioned, one of his eyebrows raised. “You seem tense.”

“I’m alright, sir,” Vasilia lied as she turned to him. “I’ll prepare my troops.”

“Of course, Vas. After all, time is ticking.”

“Yes, sir,” she bobbed her head as she closed the door behind her and took off her helmet, bursting into tears.

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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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Rushing through the empty hallways, Vanya huffed and puffed as she looked left and right, hoping to search for her two younger sisters around the palace. “Katrina, Maria” she called their names in distress. “Where are you girls?”

“Slow down, Vanya,” Obi-Wan panted, bending his knees. “Some of us can’t keep up with you.”

“I’m so sorry, but my sisters are in danger,” she snapped, showing her index finger. “If I don’t hurry, Almec will have their heads.”

He and Satine nodded as they exchanged brief glances with each other, before chasing behind her. “Katrina, Maria, where are you?” her voice echoed through the palace and her breathing quickened.

“Vanya, where are you?” Katrina cried out, responding to her sister’s pleas. “Help us, please. I can’t take it any longer.”

The former Jedi Master’s eyes grew bigger, her jaws dropped. “Katrina, I’m coming,” shouted Vanya, as she sped up. “Just hang in there, vod’ika.”

“Vanya, help!” Maria yelled at the top of her lungs. “I can’t breathe, Vanya! I can’t breathe!”

Obi-Wan and Satine hurried towards Vanya as they were heading towards the throne room, where Katrina and Maria were kept hostage by Almec, or whoever was sitting on top of the throne. For some reason, he couldn’t sense their presence nor their fears at all, making his heart beats rapidly.

Is Vanya being lured into a trap? his mind dwindled, trying to keep up with his best friend. Is there someone waiting to kill her there?

Slowing down his pace, he closed his eyes and paused in the middle of the corridor, feeling goosebumps sprouted all over his skin. He shivered as he delved into the Force, prompting him to wrap his arms around himself. Satine noticed his chattering teeth and wobbly knees and reached for his thumbs, giving them a slight squeeze. “Are you alright?”

He opened his eyes and gasped, falling onto his knees. His forehead was draped in sweat as he turned to Satine, holding her hands together. “We have to warn Vanya,” he catches his breath as he stands up. “She’s walking into a trap.”

“What kind of trap?” her lips quivered.

“No time to explain,” he said, dragging her along with him. “If we don’t make it on time, she will get herself killed.”

Unfortunately, he was right. Before they could step inside the throne room, they both heard an ear-piercing scream, accompanied by the sound of a lightsaber slashing in the background. Activating his weapon, Obi-Wan and Satine arrived there, and to their horror, Vanya was lying on the ground, her torso slashed by Darth Maul and Savage Opress.

“No, it can’t be,” he shook his head as the Sith brothers stepped forward from their throne, with Almec observing them from afar. “This can’t be real.”

“We meet again, Kenobi,” he expressed his glee, as he snatched his lightsaber with the Force and grabbed him by his neck. “Welcome to my world.”

“You monster,” Satine gasped as Savage cuffed her arms from behind and hefted her like a sack. “Let me go! Unhand me, you beast.”

He tossed her beside the throne as he growled at her like a beast, forcing her to watch her lover submit on the ground, along with her new friend moaning in pain. “Obi-Wan, I’m so sorry,” Vanya sobbed, tears streaming from her eyes. “I thought my sisters were in danger, really. I didn’t think this was all a trap.”

“No, Vanya, don’t say sorry,” he assured. “Maul was just luring you into a trap, that’s all. It’s not your fault.”

“Oh, Kenobi,” Maul jeered, his arms behind him. “If only you weren’t so blind by your loyalty and your kindness towards your so-called best friend.”

He glared at Maul, his eyebrows furrowed. “You’re wrong,” Obi-Wan defended her. “Everything you said about Vanya Doyvesky is wrong. She would take a bullet just to save my life, and I would do the same for her as well.”

“If only that was the case,” he said in a pitiful voice, shaking his head. “You see, I was the one who persuaded your childhood best friend to kill Chancellor Palpatine for me, in exchange for reuniting with her family again.”

“No, you didn’t,” denied Obi-Wan, focusing on his friend.

“Oh, yes, indeed, Kenobi. And you know what else I did? I told her how you knew that Palpatine was the Sith Lord all along, and I made her question whether you were truly a great friend to her.”

“No, stop it! That’s not true!”

“And I also convinced her and her younger sisters to join me in my conquest for Mandalore in exchange for more power and wealth beyond their needs, and even made her abandon her own troops on Coruscant just to take back Mandalore from its pacifism.”

“Vanya, this isn’t true, isn’t it?” he wailed. “Please tell me that Maul is lying to me. Please, Vanya, please let me know that you never did such a thing for him, right?”

She shook her head, wiping her cheeks with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Obi-Wan. I didn’t think it would be like this.”

“No!” Obi-Wan said underneath his breath. “You didn’t join him and overthrew Satine from her throne!”

“But I did that,” Vanya confessed, her hand clasped together. “I did all of that just so I can be with my family again.”

“No, that’s not true,” the Jedi Master stood up, refusing her claims. “That’s impossible!”

“Search your feelings, Obi-Wan. You know that is true.”

He blinked back his tears, realising the whole ordeal in front of him. His friend, his best friend, whom he would trust with his own life, was now crying shameful tears. Vanya, his childhood friend, whom he shared candies and secrets with, was begging for her forgiveness for her sin.

Satine gazed at her lover, wishing she could hug him and tell him that it was all just a nightmare. “Your noble flaw is a weakness shared by you and your duchess,” Maul spoke, as he lifted Satine in the air with the Force. Obi-Wan stepped forward, wanting to save the last person who he could trust, but the guards stopped him instead.

“You should have chosen the dark side, Master Jedi,” he continued, as the Duchess hyperventilated. Maul stepped forward towards him as he kicked Vanya away, much to Kenobi’s horror. “Your emotions betray you. Your fear, and yes, your anger. Let your anger deepen your hatred.”

He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, prompting Satine to beg. “Don't listen to him, Obi-”

“Quiet,” Savage barked.

Maul raised his fingers when Obi-Wan put his words together. “You can kill me, you can stab me behind my back, but you will never destroy me,” he told him. “It takes strength to resist the dark side. Only the weak embrace it!”

“It is more powerful than you know,” stated the arrogant Sith.

“And those who oppose it are more powerful than you'll ever be,” Obi-Wan answered, in a calm yet harsh voice. “I know where you're from. I've been to your village. I know the decision to join the dark side wasn't yours. The Nightsisters made it for you.”

“Silence!” he roared, pounding his chest. “You think you know me? It was I who languished for years thinking of nothing but you. Nothing but this moment. And now the perfect tool for my vengeance is in front of us.”

Vanya let out a soft gasp as she figured out what Maul meant when he wanted revenge from Obi-Wan. “I never planned on killing you, but I will make you share my pain, Kenobi.”

Quivering in pain, Satine let out her final cries as Obi-Wan pulled his arms from the guard’s grasps, but to no avail. Forced to his knees, Maul activated the darksaber as he dragged Satine towards the blade, impaling her on her chest. His jaws dropped as he heard her throaty cough, before being tossed on the ground.

“Satine,” he ran towards her, holding her in his arms. Maul returned to his throne and smiled, as he watched him in agony. Taking one last look at the love of her life, whose blue eyes were forced to endure pain from people close to him, she caressed his cheeks. “Remember, my dear Obi-Wan,” she reminded him. “I've loved you always. I always will.”

Closing her eyes for one last time, she released her final breath as her hair hung low, making him hold her closer to him. Vanya saw him mourn for Satine, her head bowed. What have I done? she cried. Oh my god, what have I done?

“Do we kill him now, brother?” Savage asked Maul, watching them as well.

“No,” he gleamed. “Imprison him below. Let him drown in his misery. Take him to his cell to rot.”

Accepting his fate, Obi-Wan allowed the guards to take him away. He took one last glimpse of Vanya, whose tears were filled with guilt and sorrow for her own actions. “I thought you were my friend,” he mouthed, before being dragged out of the throne room.

She turned to Maul as she removed a plank from underneath her white gown, her brows drooped. “Well done, Master Jedi,” he applauded. “You have done well for Mandalore. Your sisters would be proud of you.”

Without saying a word, Vanya gave him a deep bow as she walked away from him, accepting the fact that there was nothing she could do to amend the ties that she herself had severed.

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Driving through the city, Vanya’s hair flown was Obi-Wan gazed at the view from above, with Satine resting her head on his shoulder. Though the planet had just undergone a chaotic governmental change, he felt peaceful, before turning to his friend. “So, what brings you back to Mandalore?”

“It’s my family,” she gave him a half-truth, her eyes fixated on the road. “Apparently, the situation here was worse that they wanted me to be there for support during this trying time.”

He nodded, his eyebrows drooped. “Yeah, I feel you. With Lira gone and your homeworld in shambles, I don’t blame you for prioritising your family over the war. After all, family always comes first.”

“Yeah, they do come first,” her thoughts dwelt on Vasilia and her former master. “By the way, I’m sorry that I left Coruscant without telling you or Master Plo, and Tori and Mayyah as well. I felt awful for letting some of my troops die that day.”

“You don’t have to apologise, Vanya,” he reassured. “If I was in your shoes, I would have done the same as well. The main thing is that you and your family are safe and sound.”

“I still feel horrible for leaving my troops behind though,” Vanya expressed her guilt. “After all, they were like my ade to me. We would go fishing together, we would exchange stories around the campfire, and we would even go for a picnic together.”

“And you would let Lira and Eva tag along with you,” Obi-Wan added. “I remembered when they were returned to the Temple, the girls were covered in mud and twigs, to the point that they stained the corridors and their own bed. Can’t you believe it, Vanya? I had to make them clean up the mess they left.”

Letting out a peal of soft laughter, she grinned as she remembered exactly what Obi-Wan was describing, with the little girls grinning from ear-to-ear. “Yeah, and not to mention the pebbles and leaves and wildflowers that they picked on the forest floors. Eva even put them in a glass bottle and looked after it in her room.”

“And she named it Blossom, and even read bedtime stories to the flower before they hit the sack,” he leaned against his seat, staring at the ceiling of the dome. “You know, if this place isn’t always at war, Eva and Lira would love it here.”

“Really?” Vanya raised her eyebrows. “I always thought they would prefer to live in the forest, especially next to the river.”

“Yes, of course they would. Lira would be the one who’s searching in the river banks while Eva would be picking some wildberries and wildflowers in the forest,” he guessed. “And if they’re lucky, they could even find a bunch of faeries sitting on those little mushroom rings.”

“Also, they would either live on top of an angsana tree or a cottage that is made out of mushrooms. That was their dream home when they were old enough to explore the galaxy on their own.”

“But weren’t they already fighting in the battlefields on their own?”

“True, but Tori and Minnie were there to look after them,” replied Vanya. “They get to spend more time with the twins more than we do.”

Obi-Wan pondered as Satine let out a groan, stretching her arms widely. She blinked as she found herself closer to the Jedi Master, making her lips curved upwards. “Well, it’s a lovely sight to wake up to,” she teased, tapping her finger on her nose.

“Satine, are you alright?” he asked, in a worried tone. “You were unconscious for a while. Are you hurt? Where is the pain? Hold on, let me go get you a-”

“Obi, I’m fine,” she calmed him down, rubbing her palms against his back. “I just had a small bump on my head, but otherwise, everything is okay. You don’t have to panic, alright?”

“I’m glad to hear that, my darling,” he nodded frantically as he took a deep breath, tapping his fingers on his chest. Sensing each other’s feelings, Vanya kept quiet as she noticed how he has a warm gaze for his lover, with Satine reciprocating his feelings by giving a squeeze on his thumb, hoping to calm him down.

“So, how long have you both been together?” Vanya asked, leaving both their cheeks pink.

“Oh, we met when we were quite young,” Satine answered, recognising her voice. “Back then, he was much more clean-shaven compared to now, unfortunately.”

He chuckled in embarrassment, stroking his beard. “I don’t see what’s wrong with the beard. I thought it made me look more mature.”

“Sure, but then people would think you’re somebody’s grandfather instead,” she snarked, poking his arms.

Bursting into laughter, Vanya covered her mouth as Obi-Wan’s head hung low, shielding his face away from the both of them. “You ladies are making me feel older than I actually am.”

“And yet, your friend here looks as if she hasn't aged for a day,” Satine praised her. “Tell me, Vanya, how do you maintain your looks, despite being busy most of the time?”

“Well, I maintain my 10 steps beauty routine twice a day,” Vanya shared her secret. “Also, my diet mostly consists of rice, pickled vegetables, and some protein as well.”

“And yet, you can't even utter a single word whenever you're together with Sohee,” Obi-Wan fired back.

Her eyes widened as she set the speeder to autopilot, shifting her focus towards him. “How do you know about my crush towards Sohee?”

“It's very obvious,” he crossed his arms and legs. “The way you look at her, the way you talk to her, and the way you act whenever she's around. I mean, you even complimented her all the time whenever you meet her again. Good friends don't act that way, you know.”

She pictured a black-haired woman with monolids and porcelain skin, along with a flat nose and a radiant smile that brightens her day. Obi-Wan had accompanied her to her fruit stall occasionally, and even took a liking towards the twins. “Lira and Eva always looked forward to seeing her,” her eyes gleamed. “She would always give some extra pura cera just for them.”

“If you like her very much, then you should let her know how she feels,” Satine advised. “I'm sure she has feelings towards you too.”

“Honestly, I don't even know whether she's dead or alive, especially what happened on Coruscant.”

“You could at least give it a try. Even if the worst thing had happened to her, at least you get some closure. I know it's hard for you, especially after what happened to your apprentice and your older sister, but I can promise you that you will fight through this. I have faith in you.”

Obi-Wan placed his hand on Vanya's shoulder, pulling her closer. “I'm sorry for your loss, Vanya. I just want to let you know that we really care for you and if there's anything you need, we will always be there for you, no matter what.”

Vanya's smile disappeared as she wasn't expecting a soft reaction from them, especially Satine. After what she had done to her, she was stunned by her mercy and compassion towards her. “I don't deserve this,” she cried.

“Don't say that,” Satine smiled. “Sometimes, people make the wrong choices in life and I'm happy that you choose to do the right thing for yourself.”

“I don't know about that, to be honest.”

“Hey, I don't blame you for leaving,” Obi-Wan understood. “For what is worth, at least you're together with your family again.”

As the speeder was parked on top of the palace, Vanya tightened her lips as she got out from her seat. Obi-Wan and Satine did the same as well, stretching themselves when they realised where they were. “Why are we here?” she wondered, confused.

“Both my sisters are trapped here too,” lied Vanya, crossing her fingers behind her back. “I need to rescue them from Almec.”

“Very well,” Obi-Wan acknowledged. “We will help you to rescue your sisters as well.”

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 13

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Linking arms with Korkie, Maria saluted her fellow guards as they paced through the corridors. With the security camera disabled earlier, she could only hold her head high and smile underneath her helmet as they headed to the corner of the prison, with dimmed lights and an emergency exit clamped firmly.

“Where are you taking me, Mar?” he quivered in fear, as he saw her pulling out a key from her utility belt. “Are you going to kill me?”

“For goodness sake, Korkie,” she shushed him, placing her finger on his thin lips. “Just shut up for a moment. Do you want us to get caught or something?”

“Of course not,” Korkie shook his head as he lowered his voice, his hands cuffed together. “But at least tell me where you’re taking me. I don’t like being kept in suspense. It makes me really nervous, you know.”

“And I don’t like people who talk too much,” Maria crossed her arms, giving him a death glare. “So you either shut the fuck up or I’ll throw you to the dogs. Do you want that, blondie?”

He cracked up for a moment, much to her annoyance. “But you have blonde hair too, Mar. Are you trying to insult yourself or something?”

“Well, your hair is blonder than mine,” she shrugged, trying not to choke on her own words. “And besides, you’re tall, blue-eyed, and an uncultured guy with the same skin colour as milk so technically, you earned the title of a blondie more than I do.”

“Fair enough,” he lifted his shoulders as Maria focused on unlocking the exits. “Besides, I don’t mind being thrown to the dogs anyways. I like dogs very much as compared to cats. They’re adorable and a loyal best friend.”

“Korkie, when I say I’ll throw you to the dogs, I meant feeding you to them,” Maria said with her clenched jaw, unlocking the emergency door. “Now hurry the fuck up before they noticed that something’s up.”

He nodded as he followed her out of the prison, observing the bright lights on Mandalore. He looked forward to nice weather, if only he gets to experience it outside the domed city. “So, how was life outside Mandalore anyways?” he initiated a conversation between him and his old friend. “I haven’t seen you since our graduation from the Academy together.”

“Well, things were fine,” she answered as she took off her helmet. “I celebrated my graduation like there was no tomorrow. I was drinking, partying, spraying those party strings at the trees and shit, you know. Good times, good times.”

“That’s very expected of you,” chuckled Korkie, noticing her dyed bluish-grey hair. “I like your hair, by the way. It fits you perfectly.”

“Thank you,” Maria accepted his sincere compliments. “It’s hard to dye your own hair but hey, it’s my best effort.”

“Well, you do you, Mar. Besides, I know how you’re always looking forward to finishing school just so that you can do whatever you wanted without being bossed around by Ms. Jeanette.”

She burst out laughing as she pressed her nose with her knuckle, only to realise that she was supposed to keep her mouth shut. “Oh, I remember Ms. Jeanette alright,” Maria cleared her throat. “She always tells me not to be a lazy bum whenever I forget to do her homework every single time.”

“Yeah, and not to mention that she makes you pull your own ears and squat in front of the class,” he reminded her schoolgirl memories. “All the excuses you would pull whenever Ms. Jeanette asked about your homework. It’s a classic, really.”

“There was a small fire in the kitchen yesterday and somehow, my datapad got burned by an accident,” she remembered the simpler times. “Also, there was a power outage and I couldn’t save all my homework on time. Those are the ones that I made up in front of Ms. Jeanette. I thought it was pretty funny, really.”

“It was, actually,” Korkie smiled. “We all had a good laugh back then, you know, when the only thing we have to worry about was our grades. But now, my biggest worry is for my aunt and our homeworld. I don’t even know whether she would make it, or whether Almec’s government would spare her, or worse.”

Maria looked down as her shoulder slumped, thinking about the orders that were given to her by Death Watch and Maul. She was merely doing her duty, meeting ends meet for her Mama and Papa, whom she never got to see even after taking over his aunt’s government. What will they say to me when they find my dirty laundry?

“Maria,” he called her name as he took her hands, dragging her closer to him. “Please let go of my Auntie Satine. She was the one who supported me through thick and thin throughout my whole school life. I have a family, you have a family, and I know that you didn’t choose to put my aunt in prison.”

“I know you well, Mar. You’re not a bad person. I know that you’re capable of doing the right thing, even if you know that it’ll get you in trouble,” he frowned, as he let go of her hands and turned away for a brief moment, before looking at her again. “Look, all I’m saying is that it’s not too late to turn back to the right path. If my aunt can change, then so can you and your sister.”

She blinked as she stared at him, tongue-tied. Nodding solemnly, Maria loaned her jetpack to Korkie. “I’ll do my best to help your aunt,” she said. “Besides, you’re going to need this more than I do anyways.”

“Well, see you soon, pal,” winked Korkie, as he gave a pat on her shoulder and left her behind, making her wrap herself with her own arms.

“Satine's accomplices have escaped, including the renegade Death Watch soldiers,” Almec informed Maul, who was seated on his throne. Katrina’s hands were clutched together as she and Vanya exchanged glances with each other, paying attention to the two leaders of Mandalore.

“But we will find them,” he reassured his master. “The duchess appears to have contacted the Jedi, just as anticipated.”

Vanya’s eyes widened as she felt her hands crawling in sweat, dreading the former organisation that were now in shambles due to her actions on Coruscant and the entire galaxy. Which Jedi did she contact? she wondered, taking a deep breath.

“Good,” Maul gleamed, crossing his legs. “You have done well.”

“What of the people?” asked Almec, as he turned to his aide.

“You are the legitimate prime minister,” he answered patiently. “Mandalore is a sovereign planet and you will maintain its neutrality.”

“And what of the Jedi?”

“Because of Mandalore's neutrality, the Jedi have no jurisdiction here. If Kenobi comes to rescue his friend, he will have to come alone.”

Oh my god, she felt her heart beating rapidly. He already lost Lira and Eva, I can’t break his already fragile heart. What is he going to say to me when he realises that I’m working with the person who killed Master Qui-Gon?

“I understand, master,” Almec bowed, along with Katrina. “If you excuse us, we have work to do.”

“Of course, prime minister,” Maul allowed them to leave, with the guards escorting them out of the throne room. Katrina walked along the corridors when she noticed her younger sister in the corner of the hallway, prompting her to clear her throat. “Prime Minister,” she addressed him. “I need to excuse myself for a moment.”

“Go ahead,” he accepted her permission. “Just make sure you make it back on time.”

She bobbed her head as she rushed to Maria, who was hiding beneath her own shadow. She noticed a small bruise on her eyes, making her sigh. “Let me guess, Korkie did this?”

“Nope,” Maria shook her head. “I gave myself a bruise just to let him escape.”

“Of course you did,” Katrina rolled her eyes. “You and Korkie go all the way back to kindergarten.”

“We’re not even a couple,” she lightly punched below her shoulder.

“I never said you were a couple,” teased the twenty-four years old woman, snickering. “Though I’m aware of your feelings towards him.”

“Shut the fuck up. At least I wasn’t rejected by a classmate of mine, unlike you.”

“Whatever,” Katrina groaned. “I already got over my feelings for them, okay?”

“Sure,” Maria brushed it off, before changing to another topic that she so desperately wanted to discuss. “Anyways, did Maul suspect anything about Korkie’s escape?”

She shook her head. “Nah, he’s only focused on the Jedi, so you’re safe for now.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” she sighed in relief. “I was so scared that he would have my head. Also, just your opinion, but do you really like working with Maul and Almec?”

“Honestly, I don’t,” confessed Katrina. “I don’t even know why we are here anyways when we should be at home with Mama and Papa, enjoying a freshly-made pizza from the pizzeria near our house.”

“Exactly, but too bad Vanya is stubborn as fuck,” admitted Maria, fanning herself. “How the hell are we going to convince her anyways?”

“Well, Maul is waiting for Kenobi to arrive so that he could rescue Satine,” she disclosed the information she heard in the throne room. “Maybe he could talk her out of Maul's league.”

“That's actually a great idea, Kat. I'm sure Vanya would listen to her best friend and take his word of advice.”

“Then it's settled,” Katrina clapped her hands. “Now if you excuse me, I'll be in my office.”

Maria gave an okay sign to her as she watched her leave, before shifting her focus on her comlink.

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 12

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“I46,” Cinta read aloud the bingo ball, making Obi-Wan groan in frustration. Arin, on the other hand, was smiling as she stamped her card. “I am definitely winning this game.”

“Shall I say the next number?”

“Yes, please,” the red Twi’lek gave a thumbs up, prompting the pink Togruta to roll the cage, letting the numbers fall out of the flap on its own. Picking them up with her fingers, she read the next one. ‘O64,” she announced. “Do we have an O64 here?”

Obi-Wan and Arin shook their heads. “Nope, we don’t,” said Obi-Wan as he gazed at his own cards, with barely any numbers stamped at all. “Move on to the next number.”

Cinta’s eyes narrowed at the auburn-haired Jedi Master and turned to Arin, who was tapping her fingers on the table. “What about you, General? Do you have an O64 on your card?”

“I don’t have an O64, unfortunately,” she replied, sighing. “You can move on to the next number.”

He rolled his eyes as Cinta spun the cage again, picking up another number. “You don’t trust me, do you?”

“What are you saying?” she let out a chuckle, avoiding his glance. “I do trust you.”

“Do you, really? I asked a moment ago the same question as General Sallis and you answered her instead.”

“Well, I was just making sure, that’s all,” shrugged Cinta. “Besides, you have a habit of cheating in games like these.”

“Master Kenobi, you cheated in games?” Arin snorted, waving her fingers. “That’s very naughty of you.”

“I never cheat,” he insisted, showing his palms. “I just used the Force to my advantage, that’s all.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Master Kenobi, do you realise that you just described the definition of cheating?”

“No, actually, I just described my Force-sensitivity. Why do you ask?”

Cinta blinked as she crossed her arms and exchanged a wink with Arin. “Just ignore him, General. Cheaters never admit that they play dirty in games like bingo.”

“Maybe you should admit that you hardly pay attention,” Obi-Wan poked her left arm. “After all, I’m just better at games than you are.”

She simpered at her friend as she said aloud the number, predicting the end of the game. “O66.”

“Bingo!” Arin frenzied, showing her card to the Togruta. “I’ve won! I’ve won!”

Obi-Wan’s lips were sealed as his head hung low, clasping his hands together on the table. Cinta smirked at him, her hands rested on his shoulder. “You were saying, Kenobi?”

“Well,” he stammered, lifting his fingers. “You must have used the Force to let Arin win, am I right?”

“You’re such a sore loser,” she bared her fangs, slapping his shoulders in a playful manner. “Just admit that you weren’t paying attention the whole time.”

He softly laughed as he stroked his beard, his eyes focused at Arin. “It was a good game,” Obi-Wan offered his hand towards her. “I’m happy for you.”

“It’s not a big fuss for me,” grinned Arin. “After all, to win a game of bingo, you need Lady Luck by your side, if she feels like it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Basically, you need to pray that luck is on your side and then you can win the game,” she simplified as she composed herself, putting on her poker face. “After all, bingo is full of unpredictability, just like life itself.”

Obi-Wan chortled and nodded, realising what she said was true, based on his experiences. “That’s actually precise, if you think about it” he leaned against his seat, slurping a glass of water. “So far, the Chancellor was murdered, Eva and her sister went missing, and currently, we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, so yes, life is full of uncertainty.”

“Yeah,” Cinta sighed, sitting next to him. “I kept having frequent headaches because too many are dying every single day, which is taking a toll on my health.”

“Using the Force to heal someone is difficult, even if you’ve trained long enough to handle the pain.”

“I can understand why there aren’t many Jedi Healers around,” she massaged her own neck. “The responsibilities are far too great and plus, do you have any idea how many pills I have to take?”

“I feel that,” Arin validated her feelings, rubbing Cinta’s back. “Medics and Healers are the most stressful jobs in wars, since they either risk getting themselves killed or die of infection since they’re too focused on their patients.”

Obi-Wan’s head drooped as he took a deep breath, reminiscing about the sudden death of his apprentice, whom he never got to say goodbye. “You know, it’s funny. It’s like yesterday we met them and then the next day, they’re not here anymore, you know. Never realise that life is too short until you see it with your very own eyes.”

Cinta hands him a handkerchief and pats his back as Obi-Wan sniffles when Anakin and Ahsoka walk into their tent. Noticing their presence, he cleared his throat and glanced at them, returning Cinta’s handkerchief frantically. “Anakin, Ahsoka,” he forced himself to smile. “Is there anything you need?”

“Master Yoda and Master Mundi want you in the briefing room,” his former apprentice informed him, sensing his grief. “Also, are you alright

“I’m alright, that you, Anakin,” he bowed, as headed out of the medbay, much to their worries.

Passing by the clones who were preoccupied with their duties, the base on the Anaxes was crowded, with the remaining Republic officers pacing back and forth, ordering their soldiers to carry some crates which stores ammunition, rations, and spare parts for ships and vehicles. Tents and barracks were set up in rows just to house whatever is left of the Jedi, clones, and officers alike.

Obi-Wan felt that the Republic remnants were lucky that they could gather as many soldiers as they could get to fight against the Separatists, which were reorganised into the first Galactic Empire under the leadership of Count Dooku. After what happened on Coruscant, which burned to the ground, he’s uncertain about the future of the galaxy.

Entering the briefing room, he bowed to Yoda and Ki-Adi-Mundi, who were waiting for him. “You summoned me, Masters?”

Both of them were silenced as they stepped away from the holotable, revealing a familiar face from his past. His eyes beamed as he saw his distressed lover again, prompting him to play her message that was delivered. “This is a message for Obi-Wan Kenobi,” Obi-Wan listened to her voice. I've lost Mandalore. My people have been massacred, and Almec is now the prime minister. I can't explain everything now but Almec has the support of the crime families.”

“Obi-Wan, I need your help.”

The message stopped playing, leaving him stunned. The last time he met her, Obi-Wan had to protect her from her enemies on her homeworld. Vizsla was there too, who eventually revealed himself as the one behind the attacks against her. He wonders if it’s the same case all over again. “Your thoughts on this, Master Kenobi?” Mundi asked, sensing his distress.

“Satine has been at odds with the Death Watch for years,” he recalled. “And according to a report from Eva Bella Young, they're no longer in league with the Separatists.”

He paused for a moment after mentioning her name, before continuing his words. “If there was a takeover on Mandalore, it was most likely an independent act caused by the Death Watch alone.”

The Cerean Jedi sighed. “Without involvement from the Separatists, this is an internal affair for the Mandalorians. I'm afraid we cannot help.”

“We cannot just hand Mandalore over to these crime families and let Satine become a martyr,” argued Obi-Wan.

“I'm afraid her decision to keep Mandalore neutral makes this situation difficult.”

“Understand your feelings I do, Obi-Wan,” Yoda spoke, in a calming voice. “But to take action, support from the admirals, we will need.”

“You know what the admirals will decide,” grumbled Obi-Wan. “They will not send aid to a neutral system.”

“At this time, nothing more can we do.”

“I understand, master,” he tightened his lips as he walked out of the tent, only to find Cinta and Anakin standing there, waiting.

“Is everything alright, master?” asked Anakin, holding his hands.

“It's Satine,” he answered, swallowing a lump of saliva. “Her planet had been taken over by Death Watch again.”

“That's awful,” Cinta pitied, tugging on her shawl around her two-piece dress. “Are you going to rescue her? Surely you can’t just let her face her troubles all on her own.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. "Unfortunately, Mandalore is a neutral system. Since this isn't a Separatist takeover, we can't do anything at all."

“Well that sucks,” commented Anakin, placing his hands on his hips. “Someone has to do something about it.”

“I agree,” she nodded. “Neutral system or not, we should do something to help her. Is there anything we can do for you, Obi-Wan? I know that you and Satine were close to each other.”

She’s right, he pondered, formulating a plan to rescue his lover who is imprisoned on Mandalore. If he could find a ship around the base, he could fly there in his own disguise and get her out of there. But he cannot do it with Anakin and Cinta, since this is personal between him and the Duchess and also, someone needs to cover-up for him. Besides, Eva would approve this plan anyways.

“Anakin, is there a ship you could lend me for a while?” Obi-Wan made up his mind.

“Yeah, I still have the Twilight left,” Anakin replied, his head held high. “Why do you ask?”

“Great,” he thanked the Maker. “I need you both to vouch for me while I’m gone. No one must know that I’m heading to Mandalore. Is that clear?”

The brown-haired man smiled along with Cinta, pleased with his decision. “Now you're talking.”

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Death of Mandalore

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With the empty bowl and cup arranged neatly on top of the tray, Satine’s legs were crossed as she waited for the guard to pick up her finished meal that Vanya had made. The food was the only thing that kept her going, besides her hope for peace. It reminded her of home, when her mother used to cook delicious porridge.

It wasn’t much, but Satine would always cherish them whenever she could since that was the only thing available to them during the war. Her mother would scrap whatever rice they had left and boil them long enough in a pot of water, before mixing them with salt, pepper, and some onions and garlic for a bit of flavour.

Unlike her mother’s porridge, however, the one that Vanya served her added a few slices of ginseng, ginger, and steamed chicken, making it aromatic. Satine couldn’t complain about the taste, since it was made with love. From what she could infer, her mother must have passed down her recipe so that her daughter could do the same for her children.

But in Vanya’s case, Satine felt that she must have given the recipe to her Jedi apprentice instead. Though the Jedi doesn’t form attachments with others, she knows their bond with their Padawan was strong, such as her lover’s intimacy towards his master, and both his young apprentices later on.

His first apprentice was rather brash and always ready for a fight, while the youngest often carries both her dolls everywhere she goes. She only met them once, but Satine enjoyed the little girl’s company very much. To her, the red-headed Jedi was just like her lover and his master, who possesses a kind heart and a dash of snark.

Satine blinked for a moment, before realising where she was sitting right now. The warm atmosphere felt cold, with the space around her tightening every minute she spent in her cell. If only I could see him again, she wished, when she heard her cell door hissed open, with a red-armoured guard standing in front of her.

“What do you want, you traitor?” Satine asked the guard, before he fell on his face, revealing a blond-haired boy, whom the Duchess recognised.

“We'll never betray you, Auntie Satine,” Korkie promised her. “I'm here to rescue you.”

“Korkie,” she grinned as she came up to hug him, before their heartfelt reunion was interrupted by another guard.

“Freeze!” he raised his voice, pointing his blaster towards him, prompting them to put their hands in the air.

“Hold it there,” a Mandalorian renegade showed up, blasting him on the ground.

“Death Watch,” Satine panicked, as the renegade took off her helmet, recognising her younger sister. “Bo, it’s been a long time.”

“It's okay, Auntie,” Korkie assured her. “She's on our side now.”

“Why are you helping now?” asked Satine, in a suspicious tone.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Bo stated, placing her hand on her older sister’s shoulder.

“There was a time when we weren't enemies, perhaps that time has come again,” Satines smiled, before gesturing to her nephew and her sister. “Come on, let’s go.”

Korkie nodded as he and Bo followed, who pulled out her twin blasters from her holster. Walking towards their speeder, they were greeted by Korkie’s former classmates, Amis, Lagos, and Soniee, who was waiting for them outside the prison.

“We’re all clear,” Amis gestured. “Come on.”

“We need to contact the Jedi Council,” suggested Satine, turning to her nephew. “Korkie, give me your comlink.”

“It won't be any good unless we get outside the city,” he revealed. “All of the frequencies are jammed.”

She sighed, glancing at his friends, whom Korkie knew since they were studying at the Academy together. “You are all taking a terrible risk by helping me.”

“Nothing we haven't done before, right Auntie?”

“Let's get going,” Bo called them, as they hopped onto her airspeeder, with the Nite Owls that were escorting them as well. As they drove in Sundari airways, Maria stood on top of the cubic building, watching their moves. Activating her vambrace, she flew behind them, along with her men.

Opening fire towards the speeder, there were explosions in the air, prompting Bo to get into a defense stance. “Take 'em out,” she commanded her soldiers, making them fly backward to deal with them. Both the guards were taken out easily, leaving Maria all alone. “Guess it’s just me then,” she muttered to herself, as she tried to aim for Bo, only to be grabbed by her lasso.

“Get the Duchess clear,” she warned them, with Korkie responding with a nod.

Maria could not move as Bo dragged her throughout the city, only to let go of the rope. Knocking against a wall on her back, she rubbed her head as she noticed the former Death Watch member heading towards the speeder, prompting her to carry herself on her feet and tail her from behind.

She was joined by another group of her own troops and fired towards their target, before launching a bullet towards the engine. Noticing the navicomputer beeping with a red screen, Lagos attempted to control the steering wheel as Satine held on tightly. Bo continued to engage with Maria’s forces as the speeder lost control, causing them to land inside a tunnel.

Maria and her partner landed on their feet as they continued to shoot them, provoking Korkie and his friends to fight back. “The transmission is still blocked,” Satine complained, searching for a better spot to contact for help.

She jumped off the speeder and ran towards an empty spot, with Korkie taking down any soldiers that tried to attack his aunt. She found herself standing in front of a large platform, with her nephew guarding her. “You’re clear,” he told her.

The signal on her comlink boosted, making her smile for a brief moment. “This is a message for Obi-Wan Kenobi, I've lost Mandalore. My people have been massacred.”

As she continued to speak, Maria landed behind Korkie, tapping on his shoulder. “Hi there,” she waved. “Long time no see, pal.”

“So I see you have sided with those traitors,” he chuckled, recognising her voice. “What are you gaining from them anyways?”

“Nothing much,” she shrugged. “I’m just doing whatever my sister wants me to. After all, family comes first.”

“I could say the same for me and Auntie Satine,” Korkie bobbed his head, as he was about to swing her fist towards her, only to be knocked out with her punch.

“Sorry, buddy,” Maria gently stroked his locks. “Nothing personal between you and me.”

Satine noticed her presence, pushing her to finish her message. “Obi-Wan, I need your help,” she uttered, as Maria and her comrades surrounded her in circles, apprehending the Duchess.

“Take her back to her cell,” she instructed, glancing at Korkie. “I’ll take care of her nephew.”

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Chapter 9

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Peering at Satine, who was trapped in her cell, Maul stood there and waved. “You are the now-former Duchess Satine, are you not?”

“What do you want, you monster?” Satine asked as she got up, her eyes narrowed.

“Nothing yet,” he crooned, eyeing on the blonde-haired woman. “But I will have a use for you in time. Where are the other leaders of your people?”

“You should know already,” she countered, in a harsh tone. “They've either sided with Vizsla or have been killed.”

She respired, before continuing her words. “There's no one left now but Almec and me, but he's as corrupt and vile as you.”

“Really?” Maul scoffed, as he veered to the cell next to her. “Thank you for being so cooperative.”

Vanya bowed respectfully to her as she tailed Maul and Savage next to her, facing the former prime minister of Mandalore. “Almec?” he called his name, unlocking his cell door.

“Yes?” the old man replied, lifting his head up.

“I can deliver you from this prison,” catered Maul, giving his hand to him. “What was your position in this government?”

“I'm the former prime minister,” Almec informed him. “Satine imprisoned me on charges of corruption and conspiracy for using the black market.”

“He's a murderer,” Satine ratified. “He causes the death of children-”

“Quiet,” A Death Watch guard alarmed, prompting Savage to choke him with the Force. Almec leaned against the wall as Maul and Vanya approached him closer. “What do you want from me?” he demanded, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Mandalore is in need of a prime minister.”

“I thought you were in league with Pre Vizsla,” Almec raised his eyebrows, expressing his doubts.

“We were,” Vanya remarked, as she heard the crushing sound of the guard, who was begging for his life from Savage’s clutches. “Until he murdered my older sister with cold blood.”

With a loud thud on the floor, the Death Watch guard was lying on the ground with his icy pulse felt by Katrina. “He’s dead. We can’t revive him back.”

“Oh, clearly, you are powerful,” he said in awe, before invoking another question. “But how can the five of you overthrow Vizsla and his supporters?”

“Vizsla is a soldier, and like every soldier, he is bound by honor,” Maul stated in his observations he made earlier. “I will challenge him to single combat in front of his men. He will not deny me.”

“Oh, if you defeat him, Almec noted. “According to the ancient laws of Mandalore, his soldiers will be honour-bound to follow you.”

“Precisely,” Maul simpered.

“A good plan, my Lord,” Vanya applauded. “If you defeat Vizsla, Mandalore will be ours, along with our criminal empire.”

“That is correct, Master Jedi, however, the public will only know Almec as the leader of Mandalore,” he put forth. “Just as long as he does whatever we ordered.”

“So let me get this straight,” Katrina probed him. “We’re making Almec as our puppet leader of Mandalore, while we run the show from behind? Is that what we’re doing?”

“I see you know your politics well, young one” he gleamed. “Perhaps you and Almec shall work together in ruling Mandalore for me.”

“An extra hand in this government would be good enough for me,” Almec agreed. “After all, it’s nice to have a younger voice in my administration.”

“I’m grateful for this position,” she was pleased with the decision. “Thank you, my Lord.”

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Back in the throne room, Vizsla was sitting on his throne along with the members of Death Watch when he received a holographic message from one of his men. “Sir! They’re attacking!” he prodded, before hovering in the air, grasping for his life.

The door burst open, revealing Savage Opress lifting the poor man in the air, provoking Vizsla to get up from his seat. The Zabrak warrior flung him in front of his leader, driving Bo and the others to raise their weapons against him.

“I challenge you, one warrior to another,” Maul hawked, pounding his chest. “And only the strongest shall rule Mandalore.”

His followers lowered their blasters as they looked at Vizsla, who took a few steps forward from his throne. “So be it,” he yielded, diverging to Bo-Katan. “Give him his weapon.”

She nodded and tossed his lightsaber from her belt. Maul grabbed his weapon and grunted as he activated his red-bladed lightsaber. “For Mandalore!” Vizsla thundered as he lifted his sword in the air, running towards the former Sith Lord.

Their sabers clashed with each other as Maul narrowly jumped, avoiding getting himself slashed by his opponent. He raised his legs and aimed for Vizsla’s face and kicked him, causing him to hover above ground with his jetpack.

Intercepting his WESTAR-35 twin blaster pistol from his holster, he pulled the trigger with both hands and fired in Maul’s direction. Maul rolled on the ground as he deflected the blasts with his lightsaber numerous times, while Vizsla landed on his feet. Switching with his darksaber, he clashed his weapons against Maul’s weapon as it spiralled downwards, giving him an opportunity to elbow him by the nose.

Maul groaned as he knocked his head with his sharp horns. Vizsla quickly regained his consciousness as their sabers struck again, before pulling out his blaster and gunning at him. Maul dodged the blaster shots again, but the Death Watch leader used his flamethrower against him, causing the former to duck.

As he flew backward, Maul chased after him with his lightsaber, only to be thrown an explosive at his face. He tumbled to the ground as Vizsla tossed another own, causing the glasses to break. As flakes of glasses landed on his tunic, he roared as he carried himself on his feet, only for the latter to hurl another bomb at him.

Landing on his back, Vizsla sprinted as the red Zabrak sprung back up, igniting his lightsaber. They both battled with each other in the throne room with passion and fury, kicking each other by the chest, making them fall on the ground.

Almec’s lips curved upwards as Vanya's hands were clasped together, rooting for the Sith Lord to seek revenge against her enemy. Their lightsabers clashed once more again and again as they were determined to kill each other. Vizsla swooped in the air as Maul charged towards him, only to miss his target.

He leaped into the air and punted him on the ground, forcing him to scream as his jetpack behind him crackled. As they both got back on their feet, Bo stared nervously as Vizsla pressed a button on his vambrace and scratched the surface of the glassy floors, leaving sheers flying everywhere. Maul shielded his face when his legs were tangled up by grappling lines, inciting Vizsla to shoot his lightsaber off his hand.

Charging towards him with his darksaber, Vizsla bashed Maul in the cheeks twice, before getting jabbed once on his chin and forcefully pulled by his neck. He yelped in pain as his darksaber flew from his grasps as he was heaved on the ground, noticing the gaze of disbelief from his followers.

Before he could get up, Maul propelled him on his torso, making his head spinning. As he managed to stand up, he was pelted on the side of his forehead twice and was kneed on his chin, causing his tooth to fall out from his lips. He felt the metallic taste in his mouth as Vizsla was chucked in front of the throne, where he once sat there with dignity.

Using the Force to reach for his darksaber, Maul activated the sword as Vizsla prostrated, looking away from his opponent with defeat and shame. "Like you said," he uttered. "Only the strongest shall rule."

He closed his eyes for one last time as his head separated from his neck, much to Bo-Katan's horror. Her eyes widened as her jaw dropped, while Savage snarled with vanity towards his brother.

"I claim this sword," Maul trumpeted, raising the darksaber in the air. "And my rightful place as leader of Death Watch."

His remaining followers, along with Vanya, Katrina, Maria, and Almec kneeled before their new leader, upholding their loyalty towards their new ruler of Mandalore. May he burn in Hell, Vanya grimaced, staring at the remains of Pre Vizsla, who had fallen from grace.

But Bo, on the other hand, refuses to accept this new reality she is facing right now. "Never!" she bellowed. "No outsider will ever rule Mandalore."

Maul let out a sigh as Maul's followers targeted their weapons against her. "If you will not join me, you will all die."

"You're all traitors!" Bo screeched.

"Unfortunately for you, history will not see it that way," he shook his head, before giving out his orders. "Execute them."

"With pleasure," Maria grinned as she and her new army fought against Bo and her Nite Owls throughout the palace.

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Standing in front of the distressed crowd at the podium, Almec addressed the crowd, with Katrina beside him. "Silence! Please! Silence!" he appealed to them, with a booming voice. "Hear me now!"

"Duchess Satine, the so-called pacifist, who could not protect you when your lives were at stake, has murdered Pre Vizsla," he concocted another lie, leaving the crowd gasping with surprise. "The true hero of Mandalore."

The people were talking indistinctly as Katrina rolled her eyes. "Satine is now under arrest, and it was Pre Vizsla's last command that I will be reinstated as prime minister."

I know my past is checkered, but I promise you, I take full responsibility for my people," Almec assured them, placing his hand on his chest. "And my heart now bleeds for your pain. However, from this point on, Mandalore will be strong, and we will be known as the warriors we were always meant to be!"

Almec and Katrina received cheers from the crowd as they returned to the throne room, kneeling towards Maul, who was now sitting on the throne. Savage and Vanya stood beside the new ruler of Mandalore, facing their underlings beneath them.

"You have done well, Prime Minister," Maul lauded.

"I shall waste no time in building my administration," Almec confirmed. "Together with my aide, of course."

"Choose wisely," he warned them. "I will hold you personally responsible for their failures."

"Yes, master," acknowledged Almec, stuttering. "Uh, is there anything more you require?"

"Go, rule my people."

"Yes, my Lord," Katrina bowed, as she and Almec excused themselves, before taking a glimpse of her older sister, who beamed proudly at her.

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 8

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Sitting inside a cubicle cell together, Vanya could only stare blankly at the Royal Prison corridors, with her dishevelled hair and her cracked lips, wearing whatever was left underneath her Mandalorian armour. Katrina and Maria, on the other hand, were pacing back and forth as they were having a conversation, which Vanya didn’t bother to listen to.

“Those fucking bitches,” Maria expressed her frustrations, fanning herself. “I fucking can’t believe they have the audacity to throw us in a fucking dungeon. I mean, who was the one who had to wrangle those thugs for them? They certainly didn’t fight their own self, you know.”

“To be fair, though, we were questioning their horrendous actions against innocent people,” Katrina brought it up, raising her index finger. “I’m not even surprised that they figured it out so soon.”

“Okay, yeah, that’s true,” Maria lifted her shoulders, nodding her head. “They heard us discussing which side to choose from, though to be fair, Death Watch was going to betray Maul in the first place and yet, they were so surprised when we haven’t even made a single fucking decision on whether to remain in Death Watch or fight for Maul’s criminal empire.”

“Well, at least now we know that Death Watch is the worst, though I wish that it didn’t have to come down to this.”

Maria exhaled as she gaped at the floor, her nose sniffling. “You know, it was foolish for Vasilia to say something at Vizsla,” she stated her opinion, blinking. “I mean, it was brave of her to call him a hypocrite and a weakling, but did she really think that she would make it out alive after what she said to him?”

Katrina’s eyes narrowed towards her younger sister, her jaws hanging low. “Maria, how could you speak ill towards Vasilia, after what she has done for us?”

“Well it’s true,” she raised her hands in mid-air. “What was she thinking? Like woman, if you want to speak up against Vizsla, might as well save that for later. Her words were the reason why the three of us are stuck here in the first place.”

“Bruh,” snapped Katrina, her thumbs stuck together with her four fingers. “Vas was trying to save us from getting killed. They were going to end all of us but instead, she ended up taking the bullet just for the three of us. And the fact that you would rather blame her for getting shot at instead is just ridiculous.”

“Hey, I blamed Death Watch too,” Maria retaliated. “I mean, Bo Karen there literally preached on how Vanya is betraying us when she herself had overthrown her older sister from the Mandalorian throne. Hypocritical, am I right?”

“You are so selfish sometimes,” she complained. “You always pointed out someone else’s flaw and yet you’re all bark and no bite. You never think whatever that comes out from that potty mouth of yours, and we have to suffer the consequences.”

“Well, I said what I said, Kat. You, on the other hand, are a coward.”

“Say that again, I fucking dare you!” accursed Katrina, grabbing Maria by the collar of her shirt.

“Okay then,” Maria’s lips widened. “You are a coward and you rather keep your mouth shut than speaking out the truth.”

Jabbing her with her fist, the youngest Doyvesky sister’s head landed on the floor, causing Vanya to sprung out from her seat and shrieked from the top of the lung. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, holding both of them with her arms. “You two are fighting like small brats you are.”

She huffed and puffed as Katrina and Maria eyeballed their older sister, their mouths straightened. “Goodness, Vasilia just got stabbed by Pre fucking Vizsla and you two are fighting with each other like Maul and our so-called ‘hero’ of Mandalore. Do Mama and Papa teach you both anything about common decency or what? What are they going to think when they see you both like this?”

Maria wagged her head as she buried her face between her knees, leaving Vanya’s head hanging low. “Maria,” her voice lowered, as she bent down on the floor, wrapping her arms around her shoulder. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean every word I said, really.”

The grey-haired girl looked at her sister as she wiped her snot off her nose, before leaning her head against Vanya’s chest. “I miss Vas so much, I really do” sobbed Maria.

“I know you do, Ria,” Vanya gently brushed her hair with her fingers. “And I know you didn’t mean every word you said about Vas.

“I can’t believe that Vizsla fucking killed her and called her a fucking traitor. After all she did to help him take back Mandalore, he just decided to get rid of her.”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect that too. I knew that they were trying to get rid of us one way or another, but I didn’t think it would be like this.”

Katrina joined in as she hugged Maria from behind, wiping the tears off her cheeks. “Hey, sorry for your face,” she regretted, examining the red mark below her eyes. “I didn’t mean to call you selfish. I should have known that you were in denial and I should have helped you instead of giving you a bruise.”

“It’s fine, I deserve it anyways,” Maria whimpered. “I’m sorry for talking ill about Vas. She was always putting us before herself, and I appreciated whatever she has done for all of us here.”

“You know what, I miss her too,” Katrina spoke. “I miss her nagging, and I miss her giving advice to me when I needed it the most.”

“I just wish I could say goodbye to Vas for one last time,” Vanya gave a small smile. “I always thought that I would be there for her all the time, but now she’s gone, and there’s nothing I can do about it to bring her back.”

The Doyvesky sisters bleakly sat there as they held hands and closed their eyes, humming soft prayers for Vasilia Doyvesky, when they heard an ear-piercing scream from the hallway, along with the glass shattering and electricity crackling. “What the fuck was that?” the youngest exclaimed.

Vanya stood up and glanced at the glass window, only to find Darth Maul and Savage Opress walking side-by-side. Having escaped from their cell, she took a step backward as the brothers passed by their cell, noticing their presence. “Vanya Doyvesky,” he murmured, smiling. “I see you and your sisters have outlived your abilities in Death Watch, is that true?”

“What do you want from me?” the former Jedi sneered, crossing her arms.

“I was aware that your sister was one of Vizsla’s right-hand men, am I wrong, Master Jedi?”

“She was, until they decided to kill her right in front of me.”

“My condolences for Vasilia Doyvesky,” Maul pitied, placing his hand on his chest. “She was one of the bravest warriors Death Watch has, and it was too bad Vizsla doesn’t see her that way.”

“She was also caring towards everyone she meets, and she doesn’t deserve to die that way,” Vanya cried. “I hated Vizsla, and I wish karma would be inflicted upon him and Bo and the rest of Death Watch.”

The Sith Lord exchanged a brief glance with Savage and smirked, before shifting his focus towards Vanya. “Well, what if I told you that you could avenge your sister’s death?”

Her eyebrows raised, as Katrina and Maria squinted their eyes towards him. “What are you saying, Maul?”

“I could kill him for you and take the throne away from Vizsla,” he offered. “I know that’s what your sister would have wanted for her family.”

“You’re wrong,” Maria barked. “Vas doesn’t give a shit about power. All she wanted was to protect us, that’s all.”

“Am I, though? I’m not the one who sided with Death Watch in the first place.”

“And yet, you and Vizsla worked together to overthrow the Duchess,” attested Vanya.

“Oh, I was only using him not only to have my revenge against Kenobi, but to rule over the Underworld. If only I could use some help with this.”

“Do you really think I could trust you, after what you’ve made me do?”

“I could avenge your sister’s death,” he reasserted, releasing them from their cells. “Vizsla took something for you, so let me take something back from him. Your parents would be proud of you, and so will she.”

Her brows furrowed as her thoughts wandered. No matter what happens to Vanya, Vasilia always has her back. She lost count on how many times she went back-and-forth just to save her younger sister, even though she has her own family to worry about. She also couldn't remember how often Vasilia had to soothe her emotional pain, despite having a husband who was neurotypical.

Maul is right, Vanya hoved, as she gazed at him. “How do I know I could trust you?”

“If you and your sisters helped me in defeating Vizsla, I guarantee all three of you will be given fair treatment and a bit of power towards my underling. Will that be alright for you, Master Jedi?”

Before she could shake on it, Katrina grabbed her arms. “Don't do it, Vanya,” she pleaded. “He's only using you for his own personal gain.”

“What other choice do I have, Rina?” she grimaced. “Vasilia's killer is still on the throne, and we need to get even with him.”

“We could just go home instead and see Mama and Papa again,” Maria called up. “We've been away from Mandalore for too long, Vanya. It's been years and we really miss them so much.”

“Vasilia promised us that we would return home once we're done with Death Watch,” added Katrina. “Please don’t do this, Vanya.”

“This is so confusing,” Vanya scratched the back of her head. “I don't know what to do right now.”

“You could either live as a warrior who fought with honour and pride, or you could choose to live as a disgraced Mandalorian who ran away from a fight,” Maul swayed, offering his hand. “It's your choice, Master Jedi.”

For a moment, she looked at her sisters, who were counting on her to make a decision that could change the date of their clan. Vanya loves her family and would do anything to be with them as long as she wants. But at the same time, she remembered her oath that she made in front of Mama and Papa before she was taken to the Jedi Temple. Once a Mandalorian, always a Mandalorian.

“Vas has done so much for all of us,” Vanya said, as she shook hands with Maul. “I think it's time we give something back to her. She would have wanted us to avenge her death in the first place.”

“You have made the right decision, Vanya,” he was pleased with her decision. “And I'm sorry for your sister's death.”

Katrina and Maria could only contemplate as their older sister followed Maul and Savage through the hallway, taking down the guards in the prison. “I’m not going to like the ending of this,” the former lamented, clasping her hand with Maria.

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 7

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As the trio entered the palace, Vasilia saw her sisters waiting for her as Maul approached them, with his hands behind him. Vizsla took off his helmet as he faced the Sith Lord, breaking the news to him. “The transition of power will be seamless,’ he said with dignity. “We now have the support of the people, and Satine to bait Kenobi. With his demise, our deal will be complete.”

“Your oversight requires correction,” Maul stated, disapproving of Vizsla’s plan, recognising the flaws in it. “We now have a base, an army, and the means to expand to other neutral systems.”

Vizsla laughed softly to himself, before shifting his focus to him. “It wasn't an oversight, it was intentional,” he revealed his plans against him. I don't have an interest in other systems. Your vision no longer matters.”

Vasilia let out a soft gasp as the bell tolled in the palace, before she and Bo cuffed his arms behind him, making Maul glare deathly at Vizsla. “Oh, don’t fret,” Vizsla casually brushes off, as he sat on his throne that he usurped from the Duchess. “Kenobi will be dealt with but now, you'll do as I say.”

Standing across the room, Vanya, Katrina, and Maria whispered among one another, anticipating Vizsla’s betrayal against Maul. Vanya knew that it would happen at some point, she just didn’t realize it would be that soon. But she wasn’t aware of the two-thousand neutral systems that Satine was in charge of.

“You know, I was expecting a showdown between the both of them,” Maria murmured. “I didn’t think that he would spare the Sith Lord.”

“You could say that again,” Vanya agreed with her sister’s words. “I thought Vizsla was going to kill Maul and his brother after they took over Mandalore.”

“I may not be a Jedi, but I have a bad feeling about this,” Katrina expressed her uneasiness, as she watched them escort Maul out of the palace, displaying his captive like a trophy.

“The violence is over!” he declared. “The last of the parasites infecting Mandalore has been caught. The Duchess has abandoned her duty to protect Mandalore. Her political dream only encourages aggression against our planet.”

Pulling Maul’s horns, the Zabrak let out a grunt as Vizsla continued to boast in his speech. “We have learned from this beast the consequences of pacifist principles,” he pointed out. “It's now time to restore the traditions of Mandalore! No one will ever threaten us again!”

Vasilia heard the people chant his name repeatedly as they praised their new liberator for ending the violence that erupted in Mandalore, much to her dismay. If only they knew what was going on behind the curtains, she thought, watching them praise Vizsla like a bunch of sheep.

“He is the hero we need,” one man claimed. “And yet, we don’t deserve you.”

“We love you, Pre Vizsla,” another man shouted at the podium. “We will forever be grateful for fighting for us.”

Vizsla smiled at those commendations that were showered on him as Vasilia cringed, her fingers fidgeting. Bo turned to her and noticed her unusual posture, prompting her to ask. “Are you alright, soldier?”

“I’m alright, sir,” Vasilia cleared her throat, stopping herself from shaking. “I just don’t like standing in front of the crowd, that’s all.”

“Really?” she tilted her head sideways. “You know, if you’re willing to stay behind after this, Vizsla and I could get you all sorted out if that’s okay with you.”

Her eyes widened behind her helmet, and her heart was pounding. “That’s very kind of you, but I’ll be fine,” she uttered. “Thanks for your offer, though. I really appreciate it.”

“Oh, I’m not suggesting you meet me and Vizsla after this,” Bo reaffirmed her words. “I’m ordering you to stay a little longer for a meeting with Vizsla and me, along with Death Watch as well.”

“But what about my sisters?” Vasilia brought up, unable to swallow her saliva down her throat. “I made a promise to them that they’ll be seeing our family again. I can’t keep them waiting in the palace any longer.”

“You’ve made a promise to Death Watch that you will fulfill your duty,” she asserted her authority against her. “So you will be seeing me and Vizsla once this is over. Do you understand, soldier?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she resigned as her heart sank, wondering whether she would make it back home on time.

As he finished waving at his new subjects, Vizsla, signalled to his latchkeys, including Bo and Vasilia to follow him back to the throne room, where he finally sat down. She watched Maul escorted by the guards towards his cell as the door sealed tightly, leaving her and her sisters trapped inside.

“Hey Vas,” Vanya called her as she saw her sister and Vizsla’s cronies seated. “Are we going home now?”

“Not yet,” she answered her. “Vizsla summoned the higher-ups for a small briefing and such.”

“But it’s already late. Can’t you just tell him that you could do this tomorrow or something?”

“I’m sorry, Vanya,” apologised Vasilia, reaching for her hands. “You’ll have to wait outside for now.”

“But what about Mama and Papa?” Katrina raised her fingers. “You said that we could go home after we took over Mandalore.”

“And we will, but for now you’ll-”

“Oh, no one is going anywhere,” Vizsla told them. “All of you will have to stay here for an emergency meeting, including you and your sisters.”

Maria’s jaw dropped as she removed her helmet. “But why?”

“That’s an order, soldier,” he pointed at her.

“Wait, you and Bo-Katan only said that this meeting is only for the higher-ups,” Vasilia recalled, as she stood up from her seat. “You never said that my sisters need to be involved as well.”

Bo sighed, before pointing her blaster at the Doyvesky’s sisters. “I really wish you didn’t have to ask, Vasilia.”

All four of them convulsed as Vizsla and his men did the same as well, surrounding them in circles. “I don’t understand,” Vanya’s voice shattered. “What’s going on here?”

“Shut your traps,” he barked. “You and I know that you were going to turn against us.”

“What are you talking about? Since when we were going to betray you?”

“Enough with your tricks, traitor,” Bo sneered. “We figured that you’ve been spying on us. We know that you were planning to strike us once we claimed Mandalore, and we know that the only reason you joined Death Watch was to report all of our activities back to the Jedi and the Republic remnants. Admit it, Master Jedi, you’ve been lying to everyone in this room, including your own flesh and blood.”

“Look who’s talking,” Maria rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms.

“Say that again, I dare you!” Bo roared, as she was about to push the triggers. “Come on, child. Since you’re so clever, might as well open that filthy mouth of yours.”

“Don’t you fucking talk to my sister like that,” Vasilia raised her voice, pulling out her weapon. “You have no right to say that to her.”

“Put down your weapon, traitor,” Vizsla demanded. “Or you and your family will perish.”

“You know what, I am sick and tired of being treated like shit by you and your fucking followers that act like a bunch of mindless sheep,” Vasilia expressed her dissatisfaction, shielding Vanya, Katrina, and Maria from potential gunfires. “You claim that you want to go back to our true Mandalorian roots, but only when it benefits you.”

“Vas, what are you doing?” Katrina clings her arms around Maria. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“Don’t you realize what you have done to gain more power?” she continued, ignoring Katrina’s pleas. “You claimed that Satine’s government had purged your culture and the people who practiced it and yet, you yourself ordered a massacre on the entire villagers on Carlac. You claimed that you would fight for the Mandalorian people and yet, you ordered a bunch of criminals to attack your own people just because you’re a bunch of cowards who want to look like you’re on the right side of history.”

“You may have won your battles today, and you may have successfully deceived your people into thinking that you’re their saviour, but we both know that you’re only doing this just to fulfill your own greed, that’s all.”

“You have a good point, Vasilia,” Vizsla let out a sigh as he stabbed her chest with his darksaber.

Dropping her helmet on the ground, Vanya’s lips quivered as she took a few steps backward, her eyes blinking. No, this can’t be, she shook her head in denial. Vasilia can’t be dead. She has to be alive. She must be alive.

Her head felt heavy as she watched Katrina and Maria running up towards their older sister, holding her hands for comfort. This can’t be happening, she spun around the throne room. Vasilia is not dead. She’s not dead. She’s alive, and I know it. I know my sister better than anyone else in this room, and that is a fact.

“Vas, wake up, wake up,” Vanya heard Maria sobbed. “Please, we need to go home to Mama and Papa. You promised that we would go home and have pizza together with Mama and Papa. You promised that everything would be back to normal. Please, Vas, please, we need you alive.”

“Take those scum to their cell,” Vizsla ordered his men as he glared at Vanya, who didn’t resist when her arms were locked together. “They are a disgrace to our people.”

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