Chapter : 1
Music is not mine
Flashback: 8 yrs ago
Jaune: why won't you train me dad!?
Richard: jaune please it's for your own good! You don't have the talent nor the skills to be a huntsman.
Just listen and give up on that foolish dream!
Jaune cries and runs to his room
Jaune: why just why!?
If I can't reach my dreams here I'll look somewhere else!
Jaune was preparing to leave until his grand father blocks the door.
Garren: and where do you think your going young man?
Jaune stops what he's doing
Jaune: nowhere.....
Garren: I know that look in your eyes boy, come with me and we'll talk.
Jaune: followed his grand father to his room.
Garren: I heard you argument with your father, that boy was never in-keeping with our families traditions.
You want to be trained?
Jaune nod his head
Garren: will you bare with the hardships I will put you through?
Jaune: I will make you proud grandpa!
Garren: ' at least he has more backbone than my son ever did. ' he thought
Garren: alright I will train you, but it will be in the ways of our ancestors.
Jaune: I will do my best!
Garren: no Jaune do your best and beyond that.
For 2 years they trained in the ways of old, when jaune took the rite of passage he did with so with the skills of a master
Garren: you have passed all your trials, you have conquered your fears, you have surpassed your limits and you kept you integrity.
I bestow upon you this metal as your reward for your sacrifice.
Jaune: so this chunk of ore is Beskar?
Garren: yes and you will forge your own armor.
Jaune: can't we go to a blacksmith to make it?
Garren: no, only our family and it's ancestors know of where to gather the ore. And it is our most carefully guarded secret. Now I will teach you the ways of the forge, come with me.
( I know this is not star wars but I loved this quote and I don't know of any creed that the Mandalorian stand for so I will make one using these from the Warhammer universe.)
As Garren spoke as he forges the armor alongside jaune
Garren: at the founding of our line, Mandalore the First said these words as he established our line.
Madalore: they shall be my finest warriors, these children that I bare, like clay I shall mold them and in the furnaces of war forge them, they shall be of iron will and steally muscle, they shall be immune to disease no sickness may blight them.
(Garren hits the metal)
In great armor shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns they shall be armed.
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Jaune the Mandalorian
FanfictionAfter being rejected so many times Jaune has had enough of his dream being looked down upon, but one person believed that he is destined for great things, His Grandfather who still upholds the values of the old ways of the Mandalorians who existed i...
