The Mandalorians have been revered as legends within the galaxy. But that's all they are now. Legends. Where did they go? What happened to them? This story follows the tale of not just a single mandalorian. But of 4 tribes of mandalorians.
She pumps her fist into the air in a celebratory way.
I look down at the blue and white planet known as Hoth. Apparently during the war against the Empire there was a rebel base located here.
Jess: You gonna be okay down there?
Y/N: I'll live.
I set the ship down and start to tighten the straps to my armor. Jess appears at my side with some type of scarf.
Jess: H-here it's not much but...never mind-
I just take the scarf from her and wrap it around my neck.
Y/N: Thanks.
I walk towards the cargo bay door and wait for it to open.
Y/N: Stay inside.
Jess: I can take care of myself ya know.
Y/N: I know.
The door opens and I step out. My body shakes against the bitter cold. The winds slam into my armor. Snow pelts my visor and I grunt in annoyance.
Of all times to land it would be in the middle of a blizzard. Diego gave me some coordinates before we left him on Tatooine.
Boy would I give to be under those suns.
The snow brings me back to the survival test I had to complete all those years ago.
Y/N's POV: Past
I shiver against the bitter cold clutching onto my wooden pike. My feet hurt from the miles I've had to walk to make it this far.
We were lead out to the middle of nowhere. All we were given was instructions to get back to Sparta. No general direction was given to us. No warm clothes, no food, tools, nothing.
The branches behind me snap. I can hear the beasts breathing once again. For the last two days this thing has been stalking me. Hunting me. Waiting for me to drop my guard.
It's tiring, so damn tiring to keep my guard up in these conditions. I haven't drank any water since yesterday and haven't eaten anything since three days ago.
I spot a cave to my left and a plan begins to formulate in my plan. It's suicidal but so is letting this thing live.
I drop to my knee and for the first time since I've been left on my own I let my guard down. The branches snap as the hunter gets closer and closer.
Once it's paw presses into the snow I make my move. I bolt towards the cave. My legs feel like lead but I push forward. I can feel the beast behind me now. It's claws rake against my back but I right through the stinging pain and jump towards the cave.
Mid jump I turn myself to face the beast and raise my pike.
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A white leon. Said to be one of the fiercest beasts found upon Crete. It's wings let it roam the skies unchallenged.
It pounces and doesn't realize it's too late. It's stomach has already pieced itself on my pike. I plant my feet against its chest to keep it from swiping at me.
It roars in pain before I use the last of my strength to roll to the side and drag the pike through its body. It's blood stains the ground and mixes with my own.
Y/N's POV: Present
I hid in its body that night. Feasted on its meat and used its pelt as a coat of sorts. It is as they say, the beasts meat tastes as godly as the myths say it is.
My fingers trace the marking on my shoulder. The leon was my signet earned for the kill.
After some walking I find a group of pillboxes. I lay in the snow and watch them for any signs of movement.
There seems to be men positioned in each of the pillboxes with heavy blasters. This guy is not playing around with his defenses.
I start to crawl through the snow keeping my head low. The only advantage I have is the element of surprise.
As I make my way towards the furthest pillbox on the left I start to feel uneasy. Just where did they learn to set up these fortifications?
I crawl around the side of the pillbox and find a back door. The second I'm sure no ones watching I storm inside. I draw my blade and run it through the first guards throat. I let of the blade and grab the second guards head and snap it to the side.
I nod to myself and grab my blade before holstering it. It takes some time but I clear out the remaining pillboxes in similar fashion.
My sights are now set at the bunker these things were protecting. Now how am I supposed to be getting in? Could try knocking. That wouldn't work right?
It worked. They opened their blast door only to be blasted. Now time to find the target.
I work my through the bunker taking out guards as quietly as I can. Some of them put up more of a fight then others. But nothing I can't handle.
My feet press against the ground light as a feather. No sound emits from me whatsoever.
Rounding a corner I find three guards with their backs turned to me. I draw my blade and sprint up behind them. They turn and watch as their comrade gets impaled.
I turn to the man in the middle and deploy my shield. I then use it to crush his throat.
The last guy turns to run. So I take off the scarf and wrap it around his throat. I start choking the shit out of him. He struggles before slumping over dead.
Y/N: Guess I would need it.
After some time I find my bounty who pissed themselves at the sight of me. I then knocked his ass out and dragged him back towards the ship to get off this sorry ass planet.
???'s POV: Present
I walk into the bunker and find the guards dead. All of them. Seems like none of them even had the chance to get their blasters out.
I inspect one of the bodies and stare at the hole in their stomach. A clean stab. Practiced and honed. The size of the stab however...could it be?
I reach for the blade on my hip and draw it. I then place it in the hole left by someone's sword. It's a perfect fit. And there's only one place where swords like this were made.
