The Mandalorian

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[[Setting::Xanadu| ]] Template:Sidenote I looked around the room at the convention center and hiked up my heavy belt, on one either side of my belt was a holstered replica of a Star Wars heavy blaster pistol from the time period roughly forty years after the Battle of Yavin. On the opposite side of my belt I wore a pair of silver hilted lightsabers, normally this wouldn’t look that unusual, but the fact that I was wearing what appeared to be black and red mandalorian armour and a black cloak did make it unusual. The reason for my unusual dress was because I had created my own character in the Star Wars universe. He was a young Jedi Knight from the approximate time of the Legacy of the Force series. My character's grandfather had been a clone from the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars, and his grandmother had been a Jedi Knight from the same time period. During the reign of the Empire his family had kept a low profile on Concord Dawn because the Empire would definitely want to get their hands on any force sensitive person and twist them to their ideals. Once my character was born though he manifested some very obvious signs that he was much more powerful then either his mother or his father when it came to his abilities to sense the force. Hence when he turned ten he was sent to Corascant for training at the Jedi Temple. Twelve years later he came home to his home system, a full Jedi Knight, and donned the armour that was his by right. He was something unique in the history of his people, a Mandalorian Jedi. I was standing in the middle of a large courtyard in the middle of the large convention center looking at something that some nut-job had brought to the convention, it was a pair of full sized replica starfighters. One was a Eta-2 Interceptor painted in the same colours that Anakin Skywaker had used in Episode III The Revenge of the Sith in the opening scene. The second fighter was more my style, it was a T-65 X-wing painted in the same manner as Luke Skywaker’s X-wing in Episode IV A New Hope at the end of the movie when he blew of the Death Star. I had just closed my eyes inside my helmet and thought about what I would have this fighter look like for my character when the world changed.

I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I stood up and leaned against the port s-foil of the X-wing beside me, it was painted red and black with three different insignia on the s-foils and fuselage. The first two belonged to the Jedi Order and the Galactic Alliance, while the third was from my own culture. It was the symbol of the Mandalorians.

“Osik!” I swore in mando’a as I stood up, the thoughts and feelings of all of those around me came into my head through the Force. I breathed in and calmed my mind like Master Skywalker had always told me to at the main Jedi Temple on Corascant.Now that I was calmed down I looked around and found someone else was standing beside the now jet black Eta-2 Interceptor. He looked at me and said

“What are you looking at Mandalorian?” I looked at him and noted that his eyes were glowing yellow red, a clear sign that the person was a Sith, and hence a threat to me since I was a Jedi. I shook my head and turned around to complete the pre-flight checks on my X-wing. I wanted nothing to do with this Sith Lord, I would leave that to Jedi Masters like Luke Skywalker and Corran Horn. When I finished my pre-flight checks I checked my own armour and told R9-Q7 to keep the converters warm in case we needed to get out of here in a hurry. I grabbed my Proton Carbine out of the storage compartment under the cockpit and headed off into the hall with my force senses keyed to their maximum sensitivity. The hallways inside were a scene of chaos. In one part of hallway a tight cluster of soldiers in archaic Clone Trooper Phase I Armour were milling around pointing their DC-15s at just about anything that moved. One of the clones looked down at my belt and noticed my two lightsabers before he snapped to attention

"General can you tell us what is going on?" In my mind I didn't know what was going but I knew from my history that it wasn't a good thing to tell the clones that sort of thing.

"Sergeant hold position here and try and keep things here under control. Under no circumstances do I want you to slot any of them. Is that clear?"

"Yes General, no slotting of the civilians."

"Ori'jate" I replied in Mando'a to tell the troopers that I was no Aruetiise but a Mando'ad. The reason for my using Mando'a was because most of these troopers at least understood a few words of Mando'a. They had gotten it from the ARCs and the Republic Commandos. I then continued on my way down the hall until I met a strange civilian in a black suit with a mirrored ocular enhancing device on his face. He looked up at me and then pulled some weird device out of his pocket and caused it to flash with a bright strobe of light that momentarily overcame the optic filters on my helmet's visor. When the glare faded I looked the man in the face and said

"What in the hell was that for?"

"It was to help you remember who you really are." I looked at the man and said

"I know exactly who I am, I am Pietor Skirata Jedi Knight and Mando'ad."

"That's the problem before you came here you were just one of the countless hundreds that came to this event to enjoy the festivities and now you are someone else entirely."

"I don't care what you think you Or'dinii mir'osik. I am who I am and no little flashy device of yours is going to change it." The civilian shook his head and then someone did something completely dishonest and dishonourable behind my back. This person pulled my buy'ce off of my head before the man in front of my set off that flashy thing again. As soon as the light faded the other man handed my helmet back to me and asked me who I was. "My name is Jason Hamilton."

"That's better, at least now you know who you really are."

The Mandalorian

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