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Chapter Twenty Six: Accident

How he found himself locked in single combat with Pre Vizla of all people, Sparkler hadn't the slightest clue. He found himself dragging the Mandalorian to the ground in a headlock.

How he had won, he had no clue either.

The battle halted in its tracks as Sparkler put a blaster bolt through the head of Pre Vizla. He released him, the body hitting the ground with a thud. Death Watch suddenly was in uproar when they realized what had happened. That Sparkler had just defeated the wielder of the darksaber in single combat.

A voice cut through the cries of outrage.

A mandalorian removed her helmet, took the darksaber from Vizla's hands and shoved it into Sparkler's hands. "As much as it pains me to say this, tradition does state that you've rightfully won the darksaber in combat. Congratulations..." she looked him up and down, then hummed, "Commander."

Sparkler took his helmet off, glancing back towards his general, helplessly asking with his eyes for what this meant. General Sunna's shoulders were shaking with unreleased laughter, a wild glee gleamed in his eyes as he said, "All hail the Mand'alor."

The commander was, needless to say, slightly horrified. But, never one to back down from a challenge and too proud to let someone kick his ass to win the darksaber from him, he faced the crowd of mandalorians. Holding his helmet under his arm, he faced the orange haired woman.

"What happens now?" He asked, furrowing his brow. She took a knee, bowing her head, "Now, you've got an army, Mand'alor. But, we don't know your name. Your blood is of Clan Fett, but I suspect that it isn't your aliit." She hummed.

Sparkler realized he could call himself anything. Anything at all, but he couldn't use his real name with them. What he was doing was risky, and he could definitely be decommissioned for it. He took a deep breath.

"Dral of Clan Sunna." He said, eyeing General Sunna.

"Have you sworn the Resol'nare?" She said, obviously knowing the answer.

"No. But I know the words."

"You will need to swear it, Mand'alor Sunna."

Sparkler glanced back at his brothers, who were removing their helmets. He turned back towards her. "Well, there's plenty of witnesses for it."

He took a deep breath, Cloak and Dagger stood beside him, one of them definitely recording.

"Ba'jur, beskar'gam, Ara'nov, aliit, Mando'a bal Mand'alor. An vencuyan mhi. Ni, jii bal darasuum, shekemir te Resol'nare."

Sparkler felt a bubble of pride, seeing the slight smirk that appeared on her face as he pronounced each word deliberately and clearly. She smiled, "I am Bo-Katan of clan Kryze. I follow you, Mand'alor."

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"It was an accident!" He said in slight panic to Fox, while his other brothers were either shaking their heads in disbelief or laughing at him.

"How do you take up Buir's mantle on accident?!" Fox demanded, Stone looking like he was on the verge of crying next to him, laughing so hard. Cody was in a similar state of disbelief. Cloak played the holo of Sparkler swearing the Resol'nare.

Sparkler covered his eyes in embarrassment, sighing, "The general laughed at me."

•—END OF CHAPTER—•

Sorry this was short! I needed to set up this particular side plot, which adds some comedy to the whole thing, with Sparkler pretending to be two different people while his general, junior commander, men, and Bo-Katan helping him keep pace.

Translations:
Resol'nare
Education, armour,
Self-defence, clan,
Our language, our leader-
All help us survive.
I, now and eternal, follow the Resol'nare.