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LXVIII.
The meeting with the Duchess of Mandalore was going better than Luke expected. From all his father had told him about her and his own conversations with her, he was prepared for a knockdown drag-out philosophical fight at the very suggestion that any clones would reside on her planet. But upon meeting him and 99 on Mandalore and hearing of their need to find a place to house the incubators filled with still-maturing clone babies so they could live free lives and not a life of military servitude, Satine Kryze saw an opportunity to further the cause of peace. She would not allow the cadets or the troopers a home base in her system, (they were trained as soldiers and knew nothing else), but housing the cloning tubes containing a batch of unborn brothers, that she could agree to. She even warmly suggested that some of her people would be happy to adopt the babies into loving families once they were decanted.
"Begging your pardon, Duchess, but the little ones already have a family that loves them. We brothers will raise them. They are ours to take care of," 99 said earnestly.
The Duchess nodded in understanding. "Very well, we will arrange a safe place for the incubators and you, 99 may stay along with a team of your brothers willing to serve as caretakers and guardians only. But choose your guardians carefully; Mandalore will not have soldiers occupying its lands for any reason."
99 fidgeted and looked anxiously at Luke who smiled encouragingly and gestured for him to answer. "We're all soldiers, ma'am. We don't know anything else. That's what we're bred for. I know I don't look like much," he said with a self-deprecating shrug, "but I'm a soldier too. I don't want to mislead you. I'll fight to defend my brothers if need be, so- so if that's a problem with us staying here, then I-it's better we talk about it now."
Satine sat back and thought seriously about his words for a long moment. "I don't doubt your willingness to defend your brothers, but Mandalore has fought long and hard to find peace. Warriors and their ways are not welcome here," she declared firmly. 99 seemed to visibly shrink at her words. "However," she continued, her tone softening, "Pacifism does not mean we are without defenses despite what some people may think. You have been honest with us and integrity counts for much among our people. If you and your fellow caretakers pledge to defend using only the tools and non-lethal weapons we provide you with and no others, and you choose among your number those who have not seen battle in the wars, Mandalore will welcome your presence."
99 brightened and nodded in agreement. "Understood, ma'am."
"Then we have an accord," the Duchess proclaimed with a smile. "I hope that both of you will join me for lunch as honored guests of peace. I would appreciate the opportunity to discuss your reconstruction efforts and your future plans for the GAR in peacetime in more detail."
