Chapter 13: A future for the Mandos

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As the surface of Mandalore was slowly turning into a sea of magma, Iulius decided he had watched long enough and walked away, preferring instead to inspect his new trophy.

"Maybe you should ask Mara for advice." Qathora suggested.

"Maybe, but I've never seen her wield a single blade, so far." the Grand Admiral replied nonchalantly as he kept his direction toward the hangar.

They reached the Rogue Shadow, which was undergoing maintenance by the technicians under Eclipse's supervision, but she interrupted her shouting orders when she saw Iulius approaching.

"Grand Admiral!"

"Is Galen aboard?" he simply asked.

"Yes, sir. He's training with PROXY."

"Very well. Inform me when he concludes." he calmly replied and was about to turn around when Eclipse extended a hand.

"Oh, come now, sir. I'll just call him for you." she said in a confident tone before grabbing the comlink.

Iulius wanted to stop her, knowing better than to irritate a Dark-sider, given his past experiences with them, but before he could do anything, Juno aggressively talked into the device.

"Hey, you moof! The Grand Admiral is looking for you."

The sound of a clashing lightsaber erupted from the comlink, followed by a growling voice. "I told you not to call me that. And I'm busy."

"Hey. You're still a soldier in this fleet, and when your superior officer calls, you answer. Or do I have to come in?"

Marek grunted through the comlink, while Qathora and Iulius looked with confused eyes at the scene unraveling in front of them. Juno had been quite chill around the Sith assassin since they had met her, but when did she become so bossy with him?

"Fine...PROXY!"

"Training session...aborted." the droid could be heard.

Then, Juno smiled widely and put away the comlink. "He's all yours, sir." she said, showing the ramp with an arm to invite him in.

"Uh...thanks, Captain." he replied before walking up the ramp.

"Good luck with the killing machine..." Qathora commented sarcastically as she stopped before the ramp, still retaining her composed posture. Iulius feigned to ignore her. He knew that his servant hated to be around that kind of people ever since she had to fight alongside Vader on Carunoia.

Iulius then entered the ship and headed toward the training room, which was right after the very small living room with the reserved of food for long missions, but Marek was already coming to him, and they met in that room.

"Grand Admiral. How can I help you?" the assassin greeted quite politely.

Iulius reached for his belt and grabbed the Darksaber, showing it to Marek with his right hand.

"I was wondering if you perhaps would be willing to teach me how to wield this. Without amputating my limbs in the process."

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