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[story takes place during the Clone Wars after Darth Maul kills Pre Vizsla and ‘steals’ the Mandalorian Throne]
**Mandalore**

Bo-Katan Kryze, sister to the late Duchess Satine could not believe what had happened. Pre Vizsla’s decapitated body filled her vision every couple of breaths.

‘Maul must pay!…’ Anger boiled through her mind while she and those who had stood by her continued fleeing the congested megastructures of Sundari. The armored figures blasting through the airspace with their jetpacks encountered only a little difficulty as they exited one of the port areas. There a few guards blasted at them before abandoning pursuit shortly after.

“Where to… Commander?….” For a moment, Bo-Katan didn’t reply. It took her a moment to realize that she was waiting for a voice to answer that she would never hear again. Now, her squadmates listened for her orders…

“Senaar’kold. Maul doesn’t know about it,” The Nite Owl replied quickly before adjusting the direction of her flight path. About an hour later, the squad arrived at an old dust-covered fortress. The building had been abandoned after the New Mandalorians took over the planet. When the Death Watch began making plans to remove Satine from power, they used the abandoned castle as both a dead-drop location and a weapons cache.

On the journey to the location, the sister of Satine Kryze reached out to a few individuals on Mandalore she believed she could trust. Many immediately began packing up and fleeing the planet, intent on setting up safe harbors across the galaxy. Just a few ended up arriving at the old fortress to join her war party.

Among these were two brothers, Faulst and Firum Croll, formerly in service to House Van. Bo – Katan knew Faulst; they had fought together during the Mandalorian Civil War. When lines began forming between the surviving factions, Faulst joined with his clan to support the New Mandalorians in the hopes that trade between Mandalore and other neutral systems might allow the Duchess’ dreams to succeed. Bo-Katan was surprised to see him.

“What use would I have for two traders?”

Faulst gave the redheaded woman a quick smile. “We’ve protected Mandalorian crews and transports from pirates, Jedi… and even Death Watch on occasion. I’m sure we can aide you in some fashion, my Lady,”

The striking woman in beskar simply turned her back to Faulst. Beneath her helmet, a small smile formed all the same.

‘They answered my call. That is enough,’

***

Two hours later, the reinforced battle squad launched a sneak attack on a nearby security station. The goal was to analyze their enemy, learn what they could, and most importantly, discover themselves a ship that would take them off Mandalore. As much as Bo-Katan hated to admit it, she could not rally the numbers she needed to fight Maul. Some like Jasmon Kast and Magnax Orok proposed killing Maul by assassination or sabotage, but the Lady of House Kryze dismissed them.

“Security around the capitol will be ironclad,” As much as she wanted Maul dead, she also believed the people of Mandalore and the elders of the clans wouldn’t accept a takeover accomplished by dishonorable means. She had to fight Maul, just as he’d fought Pre Vizsla.

At the security station, the veteran fighters formerly of Death Watch were easily able to eliminate the guards protecting the station. Only when Bo-Katan found a young sentry, helmetless and fresh-eyed as he stumbled for his blaster, did the woman pause. Her finger wavered over the trigger of her blaster pistol, but as she looked through her visor into his terrified expression, she couldn’t blast him.

‘If all we honor and work for is war, what will be left for those who come after?’ Green eyes widened behind her helmet. The voice in her head had been that of her sister, Satine.

The sentry stumbled past her and nearly got to the door before Jas raised up her WESTAR-40 blaster carbine. With a single shot, the member of Clan Kast killed the escaping Mandalorian. Her helmeted gaze landed on her leader for a moment, checking her for injuries.

“Come on my Lady. We’re on the clock!”

The Nite Owl with blue and white markings on her helmet nodded. Nearby Magnax worked at slicing into the systems of the security station. The woman with scarred and pockmarked armor looked over at the dead body. She had killed a score of Mandalorians to escape Maul at the throne room. Among them had been warriors, good people she’d fought beside for years. Confusion swept through her like a dark storm cloud.

‘What is the matter with me?’

She didn’t have much time to contemplate what had occurred. Soon her ally harvested all of the data that they needed. Holding up the rearguard with Faulst, Bo-Katan gave one glance back towards the security station before jumping up and igniting her jetpack. As they flew, her green eyes speckled with gold flakes noted Sundari. In the pit of her stomach, all ill feelings fell away, replaced with a burning desire for vengeance once more.

While Firum and Magnax set about analyzing the data that they’d recovered, Bo-Katan decided to analyze whether Faulst had learned anything new during his travels away from Mandalore. The naked redhead with only her headband on growled out, as her back was slammed against the hard metal of the now-empty locker room. As Faulst Croll pinning his hips to her own to sink his cock into the furnace of her sex, she moaned out right before sinking her teeth into the meat of the muscular man’s shoulder.

Few things managed to give her the same exhilaration as racing headlong into battle with only her armor, weapons, and her wits. Faulst’s strength and his enjoyable member, however, were definitely pulling to become a close runner-up.

“Dank farrick!… Fuaahhh… is that…” Bo-Katan shut her mouth, not to stop talking, but to try stopping a moan from breaking out as Faulst’s cock grounded against a particularly sensitive point within her streaming womanhood. The note of pleasure ended up leaking out and she dug her fingers deep into the flesh of his back to try to distract him while her pussy quivered all around his cock.

“Your nipples feel so good. And your body is as tight as ever,”

“Shut up….” She growled out, doing her best to ignore the idiot’s words so that she could better focus on all the pleasant feelings spreading out from her cunt. Her hips flexed, filling with lust by each rippling movement as their bodies met together. She tried to tighten up her walls around his cock as he began grunting and humping once more.

She soon realized it was a losing battle, but then again that was exactly what the moaning woman had in mind when she ordered Faulst to take off her clothes. She didn’t want to be confused anymore; not about how Pre Vizsla had possibly been bested by a Sith, neither about how she could lead her group to dethrone him.

‘I already failed at dethroning someone once before…’ Her lips suckled on the point she’d bit his flesh. Then the self-assured woman hammered her knees against Faulst’s body, treating him like a lowly pack animal.

“Fuck me… give me all you’ve got. I don’t… I-I… Just… make me screamiiaahh,”

Like a good soldier, the member of the Croll clan marshaled up his strength. He pealed her sweaty flesh off of his own muscular body. Slamming her down onto a nearby table, a labored gasp fell free from her lips as Bo-Katan adjusted to the cold metal tickling her bum. Faulst’s hands savaged her breasts, before he quickly plunged his spear right back against her dripping orifice. She squealed once more, louder than before, when his cock punctured her inner folds once again.

When he started thrusting even deeper inside of her, Bo-Katan’s green eyes bounced with the same wild tenacity of her breasts as Faulst picked up his pace again. Each pounding surge felt amazing as his cock scrapped the depths of her sensitive cunt.

“Huahuahh… fuck… yes… F-Faulst… Fauhhhuuuah…. Fuuhuuaakk!” The redhead’s body withered as sweat formed on her pink nipples and dribbled down her hips. As she continued being wrecked by bubbling explosions of frantic, sticky heat, her tongue stretched out from her mouth while her lower lips became saturated with multiple fiery, pulses of her companion’s orgasm. Both began taking in air in little more than haggard gasps although Bo herself let loose a few accentuated cries of bliss as Faulst retreated and then punched his cock forward, delivering fresh volleys of thick, restless cum each time the two became fully connected.

When both Bo-Katan and Faulst stopped shaking, the noble-born woman gave him a little laugh as he kissed her nipples and then attempted to kiss his lips. Two fingers paused his progress, and the woman gave him a quick jab. As the man grunted, the head of Clan Kryze was able to untangle her sweltering body from his larger frame. Her breasts and hips glistened under the simple lights while Faulst’s fresh load of cum slowly spurted and trickled out of her pussy.

“You’ve improved a lot…” She commented dryly before leaving the man behind. She was the noble after all, which meant she got to wash up first.

When she got out of the refresher, Bo-Katan was still in a bit of a daze. So much so that she very nearly ran into the armored forms of Jasmon and Firum. They’d been looking for her to go over the data with her. It was impossible not to see them looking over her body since they’d come across her in just her tight bodysuit with none of her armor plating. The powerful Mandalorian warrior quickly cleared her throat after finding out what they had.

“Briefing room, ten minutes,” Going back to the weapons locker, she told Faulst to hurry up as well. The naked Mandalorian hopped to it while Bo-Katan reattached her beskar armor pieces and then set her Nite Owl helmet snuggly over her fierce visage.

***

“The Gauntlet Starfighter we’re looking at is being fueled for a mission to Nar Shadda. When we get to the landing pad, it should be fueled, and equipped for a long trip. We get in, disable the Anti-Air defense, and then we leave,” Jasmon said in her clear-cut and sharp tones.

“Approach?” Their leader asked sharply, her T-shaped visor taking in all the details of the holographic image.

“Old defensive tunnels on the outskirts of Sundari. If we use our jetpacks, the sensors will have an easier time picking up on the raid. Tunnels are our best option, boss,” Xanoc Spurr, the Feeorin member of her party declared. She didn’t envy the gigantic humanoid stuffing himself into the tunnels so they could do the stealth approach. Then again, the great grey-skinned alien with gigantic muscles and long tendril-like hair was not one to complain.

The redhead’s armored gaze looked around to her friends and allies. She knew many of them didn’t want to leave Mandalore. Straightening up, her confident voice rang through the speakers of her helmet.

“This is not defeat. We will return to Mandalore. And we will flush those traitorous rats from every inch of our home. I swear it…”

“K’oyacyi!” the assembled warriors from numerous clans and races cheered their leader’s declaration.

***

After bursting out of old tunnels carved into the barren rocks on the outskirts of the gigantic domed city, the strike team got to work. The landing platform had their Gauntlet Starship, but it also had several turbolaser emplacements.

‘Anyone of those could blast us out of the sky,’ Bo-Katan wondered as she, Faulst and Magnax headed for the control tower. They cut through the resistance at the bottom level with rapid blasts of their blasters. The guards were stunned, by order of Bo-Katan. She’d decided there was no need to shed the blood of Mandalorians who didn’t even know there was a choice between serving Maul and serving the True Mandalorians. As they took the lift up, however, the three-person fire team reset their weapons.

Stunning a target put them out for a few minutes at best, less for armored foes. It was a non-lethal approach, but a risky one. With the rest of their team preparing to secure their transport and get it ready for travel, Bo-Katan knew she couldn’t add to their risks, even if it meant sparing lives. Besides, she had another plan in mind for accomplishing that goal.

When the turbolift doors opened up, she found about ten shooters trained on her. This time, she kept her twin blaster pistols at her side. Even as she felt Jasmon’s unease, she continued with her plan.

“Some of you know me, and some of you do not. I am Bo-Katan, of Clan Kryze. No doubt you’ve heard that I’m a traitor, a traitor to Mandalore, to you, to everyone on this planet…”

As she spoke, she was glad that no one started shooting. Her beskar was tough, but eventually, someone was bound to put a dent in her armor or discover a weak point in her black jumpsuit.

“Maul is no Mandalorian. He is a Sith, a mad Force wielder who cares nothing for our people, or our ways. I fought proudly with Death Watch to return Mandalorians to a place of strength. Maul will not do this. He cares only for his selfish goals. If he had to sacrifice all Mandalorians to achieve his ends, he would…”

This time, a few more faces exchanged gazes. Unfortunately, all it took was one of the staff to brace and the Mandalorian leader knew she could not win the battle with words. She tossed her body to the side and engaged her jetpack. Two shots hit her attacker in the chest. Carnage erupted in the small space, but Bo-Katan noticed three others joined her side. The battle finished with minor wounds glancing hits to her party and casualties for the other side. One of the helmeted individuals who joined them looked at their blaster and dropped it, their hand trembling after what just happened. Another meanwhile quickly turned around and focused on their console.

Jasmon lifted up her blaster but Bo-Katan waved her off. Her gut told her that he wasn’t reaching for an alarm. Her intuition proved true after he pressed a series of buttons and all the screens showed that targeting systems had been disabled on the arrangement of turbolasers set out around their coveted transport. The Mandalorian slowly turned back to face them.

“You fought for us. What is your name?” She asked, aware that they were on the clock, but it heartened her so much knowing that they did have allies. A few moments could be spared.

“Sirrog Rook,”

“We’re leaving Mandalore. I could use men like you,”

Sirrog paused for a moment, contemplating her offer. Looking around at the fallen, the Mandalorian slowly shook his helmeted head. “I cannot. After this, I must see to my family, Lady Kryze. But so long as there is fight in me, I will serve the True Mandalorians…”

“Go brother,” The leader of the Nite Owls said. Sirrog and one other survivor quickly left the area. One remained, a thin stripling holding a large pack moved closer to her and quickly bent the knee to her.

“I-I… I am with you, my Lady,”

Bo nodded towards him. Raising her blasters she fired a flurry of shots into the transparisteel windows to give them a way out. Turning to Jasmon, Bo-Katan nodded her helmet to one of the dead soldiers who wouldn’t need their jetpacks any longer. Before they could get the joiner rigged up, the commander of the Nite Owls realized something was actually wrong. Her helmet’s scanners had picked up some kind of distress call.

“Blast. Someone hit an alarm,”

“They’ll be sending reinforcements, we have to go now,” Jasmon called out. Her best shot leaped out of the opening and ignited her jetpack. Bo-Katan and Magnax followed, leaving the joiner to their devices.

The trio flew down towards the Gauntlet. The ship’s wings were locked into its landing position, looking like two gigantic fangs jutting out from the side of a central blade. Behind her, the Nite Owl commander heard a forth jetpack. It appeared the stripling had completed his lessons on the ‘Rising Phoenix’. Beyond the four of four jetpacks, however, Bo-Katan heard the high-pitched howl of a MandalMotors ion engine. Two of them.

It was too late. Before they even landed and rejoined the rest of the squad moving towards the Gauntlet, the helmets looked towards the sky and spotted two Fang-class fighters. The fighters with deadly spinning wings sported the black and blood-red heraldry of Maul’s Death Watch.

“Move!” Bo-Katan shouted out while she and the others took evasive action with several firing up at the ships with their blaster pistols and carbines. The fighters lit up the sky around them with deadly golden cannon fire. When the dust settled, everyone in her team was still moving, but a few had suffered critical wounds. Jasmon’s helmet was smoldering on one side but she was still intact. The sniper grabbed the stripling and shoved him up the landing ramp.

Xanoc Spurr and Zave Strard crouched next to Ghung Lac. Bo-Katan stood up, trying not to focus on the smoldering ruin of Ghung’s arm socket as Zave helped the larger Mandalorian heft up their injured comrade. Bo-Katan didn’t hear any noises from her CQC expert. There was no time to worry. The Fangs were coming in for another pass according to her HUD.

“Faulst, Firum, Magnax! Rockets! Now!” As the troops engaged her orders, Bo-Katan herself leaned forward, her rangefinder approached the correct angle to calculate a firing solution. Moments after, the blue and white armored figure felt the abrupt thrust of the rocket from her jetpack. It joined the other trio of rockets. Fortune smiled on the Mandalorians as they managed to destroy one enemy fighter and force the other to pull off from its strafing run. The commander knew it was a pyrrhic victory. The other rockets they had were out of action as the team loaded the wounded. Bo-Katan’s head went down and then she heard heavy footfalls nearby her. Looking up, she found herself helmet to helmet with Faulst. The Mandalorian gestured to a nearby turbolaser.

“No. Get my people to safety…” She quickly replied.

“They need you…Not me…” Without saying anything else, his jetpack ignited and Faulst Croll sped off towards the powerful gunnery station.

“Goodbye my lady…” She heard him say over the comlink.

The lip of Bo-Katan’s helmet lifted up. As Faulst reactivated the turbolaser and began firing on the remaining Fang, the leader of the Nite Owls boarded the ship. Magnax told everyone to get settled in and soon enough the Mandalorian vessel of war raced upwards, closed its landing ramp, assumed flight position, and then rocketed away from the planet.

Bo-Katan didn’t want to do it, but duty compelled her. She did what she could to link into Faulst’s suit scanners. Even if she could have spoken to him, the line was cut.

‘Anything I said would sour his honor…’ She wondered darkly and grimly. The scans showed more Mandalorians surrounding the turret. Several markers fell away with each passing second, but it was only a matter of time before the link was cut…

***

Beyond the low hum of the ship’s engines, things were quiet. The Mandalorian refugees sailed through lightspeed to a safe spot to determine their next location. Inside, the transport felt grave and despondent. Many were leaving their home behind. More than that, they were leaving family, fathers, mothers, friends. Even in the escape, one had lost their brother, while others lost parts of themselves. Ghung Lac was stabilized but his left arm was gone. Jasmon Kast, originally Bo-Katan’s best marksman, was now blind in her right eye.

Adrift in feelings of loss and the inescapable feeling that she had made a grave mistake, it took the stripling a few times to get her attention.

“What do you want?”

“S-Sorry my lady. I am Eadeel Grav… Uh… the pilot. He says we’re close to a safe spot and he needs instructions,” The young Mandalorian said, his voice quivering with a mixture of shock and fear.

Bo-Katan got up from her seat and brusquely moved past him. Part of her just wanted to run away, to vanish into Wild Space and never return home again. But her duty quickly rendered such thoughts from her mind.

‘I have a duty. Mandalore has charged me with saving it. I will not stop until I accomplish my goal, or die trying…’

As to where she told Magnax to take them, The stripling named Eadeel Grav asks Bo what their destination is. She says there is only one person she knows that might help their cause.

NSFW: yes

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