Star Wars: The Tragedy of One

Chapter 1: Rising Suns

-12 Years Later-

It was a nice warm morning as the sun rose above the horizon while people were getting up, going about their business. Some were gearing up their armor, others were readying up the ship, some were training, and others were preparing breakfast; all in an effort to be the Mandalorians they were meant to be.

Admist it all, in the hall of the Wren complex, sitting on the throne trying to organize how things would go about, Clayton Wren Jr couldn't help but notice one thing that was missing. Well two things were missing at the moment actually. "Now if I was a betting man in the Gold System, I'd say those two are already out doing their usual thing... Honestly, why are they skipping so much?"

"Mandalore. If I may, I could go grab them if you wished" Exclaimed a Mandalorian soldier who was older than Clayton, approaching his late 60's. Clayton waved him off a grin, signaling it was fine. "No need for that Doug, besides, we don't have to worry on Clayton and Michael being active. They're always out. Never really down to study our history all the time, but but they're out training, Fishing, hunting, as long as they're moving, they'll always be on the move which is good. We can't have them getting lazy, can we?" Doug could only smile, watching the two children grow up, he also knew the two were always on track for the next thing to happen. Being their caretaker, Doug couldn't help but take pride in them as if they were his own grandsons. After all, he himself had the luxury of watching Clayton Wren Jr achieve the title of "Mandalore" uniting the Mandalorian clans together, being called "Bobo" in the honor of the late Bo-Katan who passed the name onto him as her successor. "No, I guess not Bobo, now can we?"

Meanwhile in the plains of Manalore, two boys with blonde hair were running to a lake, having wooden spears they carved themselves. One of them were a little shorter with curly blonde hair, running in front with a smile on his face. "Cmon Boman, the lakes just up ahead, ion know about you, but I'm ready to fish!" Right behind him was the straight hair blonde boy, laughing at his younger brothers enthusiasm. "I know I know Michael, let's catch some big as a floor mat!

As if on routine as usual the two slowed down, not trying to scare away any potential catches coming their way. Dipping their feet in oh so quietly, the two skimmed the shore, picking off fishes with quick like reflexes that came natural on their end. "You know Boman, that speeder you got has a broken spark plug on it right?" Cleaning off his spear in the water, and sitting on a dry log, Boman couldn't help but shrug. "I know, it's just that I have to fix that so it'll run right." Michael sat down also after a fire started up, cooking up two fishes on a stick the two caught earlier. "I know but I want to go out to the market in town on it and visit around there. We hardly go out there unless it's from one of Uncle Roberts history lessons on why we melt down our armor and pass it down generations."

Boman looked at Michael and couldn't help but laugh as he grabbed a fish from the fire, blowing on it. It was true; growing up both Michael and Boman were faced with learning about Mandoa history and customs. All the way from their rise, to the Mandalorian wars, to even where the Mandalorians joined the battle against the Empire joining the Rebels. Since then, the people separated themselves from the Rebels, Empire, and all politics outside their own customs. Since then, the Mandalorians were growing stronger and plentiful.

"You know what Michael? You just might be right. Dad might tell us when to fight and knowing when it's best to pull back, but sometimes we gotta step forward" throwing his stick in the fire along with Michael's, the two kicked the fire out with dirt. "Let's head out into town!" Wasting no time, the two brothers took off into town square, ready to find whatever they were looking for.

Hitching a ride on a few unknown speeders, forest slowly transitioned into skyscrapers as vehicles flew by, up and below. People could be seen walking the streets, to school, diners, shops, and all arrangements. The place was peaceful as it should be. Hopping off the speeder, both boys eventually blended in with the crowd, looking for the closest parts store. Michael was leading in front some, keeping an eye out as the two kept moving forward.

"So with that new part, are we still gonna race this upcoming weekend?" Questioned Michael. Pondering it for a few moments, Boman shrugged, not sure if they would or not. Afterall, there was a chance that spark plug wouldn't work on his speeder. "We will have to see, but we are still gonna race regardless. You and me are on a clasp of setting a new record for the fastest lap around. Just a few short seconds can make the difference between first and second."

  With a grin, the curly blonde snickered, knowing how true that was. Michael pondered for a moment, thinking about other racers around the circuit. There was other circuits through the galaxy, one being here on Mandalore, one on Tattoine, Dantooine, and Narshada, just a few famous places to name the least, however those were pod racing circuits. Hopefully they could enter a pod race some day if ever given the chance. For now, they'd stick to what they had; an older type of racing called swoop racing. Afterall, it was easier to make money that way.

  "You're right Bo, it's just..." stopping mid sentence, Michael noticed Boman was staring up a building, very curious about something at the moment. Cranking his neck up to look as well, Michael squinted and noticed something out of the ordinary. Two people in cloaks were moving along the roof tops, trying to seem very discrete while one had an old looking staff that looked to have enstranged carvings along the metal, as if it were writing from another language. At the base, there was a large black ring that supported four more smaller rings that were ruby red. However, what was the most strange thing was, it seemed as if the staff was calling out to Michael to follow it. Out of the corner of his eye, Michael could only guess that Bo was feeling the same way. "Michael, I don't who they are, but they're not Mandos, and that staff they had, it was...." Michael finished what Boman was going to say next. "Calling out to you. I could tell, it was doing the same to me."

  Nodding very slowly, the green eyed boy looked hesitant, undecisive on what to do until he found the words he needed. "We need to find out where they're heading... call it a hunch but something is telling me to keep an eye out and find out what they're gonna do with that staff." Pulling off into an alley, the two boys went up a ladder, before following the two strangers who treaded along the roofs; trying to remain unseen in the meantime.

  Once they scaled up the building, the two boys were following behind the mysterious strangers at a distance, trying to see if they recognized anything at all. "To think we were out here for a accelerator, and ended up more interested in a fancy stick..." muttered Boman.

  Eventually the two strangers came up to a landing platform that looked pretty secluded from the public. There was only one entrance into the hangar. The blast doors began to close, so taking their chance; Boman and Michael slipped in quietly getting behind a few crates. "Awfully suspicious if they aren't trying to take a public transit..." looking at his comms wrist, Michael could only grimace noticing he couldn't get a signal due to a jammer.

  One individual who wasn't holding the staff, was punching in a few codes on his own comms wrist before speaking. Tuning in best they could, Michael and Boman could only make out a few words such as Master, staff, re-emerge, and jedi. Stopping to look around the hangar, the individual eventually closed his comms and looked to his fellow conspicuous partner. "The shuttle will be here shortly. We have a few moments till then...."

"Let's say hello to our two special guest!"