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Dxun. The jungle world that was inhabited by Mandalorians in the past and used as a valuable outpost. Mandalore himself once held his personal location here... Clan Ordo. James wondered to himself what it would have been like to live in that day and age. The jungle world was certainly more lively than that dust-ball desert world he once lived on as a slave; Rafa V. He enjoyed the scenery of trees, white clouds in a blue sky, and animals running all over the place wild and free. He would often visit this location when he was having off time from the shop. His mind was still set on his plans for a shipyard, and someday soon, a fleet... He knew how dangerous and anti-cultural it was for him, a Mandalorian, to assist the Jedi Order with a fleet, but that was his exact intention. He wanted to honor the man that saved his life.
He readied his rifle and checked its ammo gauge, making sure it was ready. He was there simply for a hunt, but who knew what they Force had planned for him while he was there. He was sure of it; the Force had something planned for him. He used to be a worshiper of the deities, but after the Jedi... He knew the Force. Though he couldn't use it, he knew it. The Force seemed to plan things out before the day even began. So he continued to remind himself never to make any solid plans. Just in case.
He pressed forward, checking the trees and grounds as he tracked for any prey that seemed a worthy candidate to offer up its meat for food. He wasn't one much to hunt for sport as much as it was free meal for a week. Living alone in the single life offered him that perk, though he'd often wished for a lady to spend his life with. Perhaps he would find one in the future. In that moment, his mind was controlled and focused. He wouldn't allow himself to waste his vacation worrying about the future while it was so uncertain.
After hours of tracking the prints of a large prey, he noticed a clearing in the treeline up ahead. At first, he thought nothing of it until he started to hear voices coming from the clearing. His mind whirled as his senses placed him in high alert. He proceeded cautiously, careful not to make any loud or sudden noises. He held his breath and crouched low as he approached the treeline, and kept himself hidden as he observed the base with rogue soldiers patrolling about.
Just a few feet ahead of him were a group of three men unaware of his presence. He carefully aimed his scope at them, observing them and listening in on their conversation.
"We have a large enough harvest, Captain, I think it's time we-
"No! We must continue our operations, Ensign! This world is rich with the ore, and the rate it's selling on the black market right now will afford us a fleet large enough to start making attacks on key worlds! I will not sabotage this establishment for the sake of some nit-wit scout scared that a Rancor was set loose in the forest!" The Captain yelled.
"But sir, we have enough to afford bases of operations on three worlds right now. Kark the fleet, alright? We can worry about that when we have more territorial advantage. What's the point of a fleet if there's no safe space to pass through it?"
"We have other ways. Look, we are this much closer to taking the Galaxy and setting up the Allies Powers! Soon, we'll overthrow the Empire, squash the rebels, and even take out the Hutts! The Galaxy will be ours! And then, we can set up a military rule on each system where rebels are executed on spot! The galaxy will be run the way it should have been since it was born," the Captain explained.
"What about Mandalorians?" The Ensign asked. The Captain's face seemed to grow pale.
"We'll deal with them last. They're going to be taken care of too, but they need full, undivided attention before we can truly deal with them," the Captain explained.
James wanted to hear no more. His blood began to boil, and he almost pulled the trigger on a clear spot, but decided against it. He instead wanted to handle the situation with tact and care. He didn't want to leave any of them alive. He quietly slipped away and started to travel back to his ship, racing through his thoughts for what he could do to get the circumstance under control. In the back of his mind, he buzzed with the revelation that the Force had planned for him to be there. It was as if it knew there would be a force of cowards that planned a war against the Galaxy, and that he would be there to hear their leader reveal everything to him. He just wished he didn't have to embark on this objective by himself...
He readied his rifle and checked its ammo gauge, making sure it was ready. He was there simply for a hunt, but who knew what they Force had planned for him while he was there. He was sure of it; the Force had something planned for him. He used to be a worshiper of the deities, but after the Jedi... He knew the Force. Though he couldn't use it, he knew it. The Force seemed to plan things out before the day even began. So he continued to remind himself never to make any solid plans. Just in case.
He pressed forward, checking the trees and grounds as he tracked for any prey that seemed a worthy candidate to offer up its meat for food. He wasn't one much to hunt for sport as much as it was free meal for a week. Living alone in the single life offered him that perk, though he'd often wished for a lady to spend his life with. Perhaps he would find one in the future. In that moment, his mind was controlled and focused. He wouldn't allow himself to waste his vacation worrying about the future while it was so uncertain.
After hours of tracking the prints of a large prey, he noticed a clearing in the treeline up ahead. At first, he thought nothing of it until he started to hear voices coming from the clearing. His mind whirled as his senses placed him in high alert. He proceeded cautiously, careful not to make any loud or sudden noises. He held his breath and crouched low as he approached the treeline, and kept himself hidden as he observed the base with rogue soldiers patrolling about.
Just a few feet ahead of him were a group of three men unaware of his presence. He carefully aimed his scope at them, observing them and listening in on their conversation.
"We have a large enough harvest, Captain, I think it's time we-
"No! We must continue our operations, Ensign! This world is rich with the ore, and the rate it's selling on the black market right now will afford us a fleet large enough to start making attacks on key worlds! I will not sabotage this establishment for the sake of some nit-wit scout scared that a Rancor was set loose in the forest!" The Captain yelled.
"But sir, we have enough to afford bases of operations on three worlds right now. Kark the fleet, alright? We can worry about that when we have more territorial advantage. What's the point of a fleet if there's no safe space to pass through it?"
"We have other ways. Look, we are this much closer to taking the Galaxy and setting up the Allies Powers! Soon, we'll overthrow the Empire, squash the rebels, and even take out the Hutts! The Galaxy will be ours! And then, we can set up a military rule on each system where rebels are executed on spot! The galaxy will be run the way it should have been since it was born," the Captain explained.
"What about Mandalorians?" The Ensign asked. The Captain's face seemed to grow pale.
"We'll deal with them last. They're going to be taken care of too, but they need full, undivided attention before we can truly deal with them," the Captain explained.
James wanted to hear no more. His blood began to boil, and he almost pulled the trigger on a clear spot, but decided against it. He instead wanted to handle the situation with tact and care. He didn't want to leave any of them alive. He quietly slipped away and started to travel back to his ship, racing through his thoughts for what he could do to get the circumstance under control. In the back of his mind, he buzzed with the revelation that the Force had planned for him to be there. It was as if it knew there would be a force of cowards that planned a war against the Galaxy, and that he would be there to hear their leader reveal everything to him. He just wished he didn't have to embark on this objective by himself...