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**Krownest Orbit**
By the time they arrived in orbit above Krownest, Bo-Katan’s spirits hadn’t improved much. Things did not improve when the scan results came back. Above the planet’s foreboding surface of icy blues waters and frigid looking landmasses, several ships were waiting for them. To add insult to injury, the Gauntlet transport carrying Lady Kryze and her refugee warriors had been immediately detected. And hailed.
“Unidentified ship, this is Clan Wren territory. Identify yourself,” A sharp and unwelcoming voice squawked from the com speaker.
Bo-Katan eyed the Fang fighters moving into intercept. Scans showed that beyond a squadron of the fightercraft, there were two Gauntlet-fighters and one Marauder-class gunship sporting Clan Wren heraldry. Ursa Wren’s small navy was quite impressive to the Mandalorian’s green eyes. Reaching a gloved finger down to the control panel, she activated the com system to reply in Mando’a.
“Clan Wren, this is Bo-Katan, of Clan Kryze. I have come to meet with Countess Ursa Wren. Those that claim to serve Mandalore should give way…” Bo-Katan had to assuage her words a bit. As the sister of the Duchess, she technically outranked Ursa among the Mandalorian nobility. But splitting hairs here could result in a fight, one that she would surely lose. At best, they’d have to take out a few of the Fang fighters just to get to the planet’s surface. The ship themselves were valuable, but so were the Mandalorian pilots steering them. She hated political niceties and diplomacy, but sometimes, there were no other options.
Still, Ursa was a friend and Bo-Katan felt that their past would be enough to give them safe harbor. At least that was what the warrior hoped.
“Lady Kryze, you may begin your descent. Welcome to Krownest,” With that, the two closest Fang fighters wagged their wings and pulled away from the forward side of their transport. Magnax slowly removed his hand from the weapon controls. Meanwhile, Bo-Katan deactivated the communication suite as her pilot and demolitions expert aimed the nose of the craft down. Soon their ship began pushing through the atmosphere of the frigid world.
After their ship landed, Bo-Katan led her group down the landing ramp. A full squad of slate-gray and yellow armored Mandalorian soldiers waited for them. Some were geared in the more nimble ‘Nite Owl’ configurations. Others wore the more standard ‘T’ visored helmets with bulkier armor designs that afforded them more durability and weaponry.
“Su cuy’gar Bo-Katan,” Ursa’s guard captain with a helmet emblazoned with gold markings greeted them. “The Countess is waiting for you. Select two to come with you. The rest must wait with your ship…”
Bo-Katan was not disheartened by the cold, almost contemptible attitude of the warrior. She’d been treated to far ruder greetings in her time. The leader of the Nite Owls selected Magnax Orak and Zave Strard. She would have liked to take Ghung in case of a close fight, but he was still down an arm and recovering.
The three person war party moved forward from the Gauntlet and followed the Captain along a trail cut through the snow. The Mandalorians traveled through a forest of evergreen trees. Even before they made it out, Bo-Katan’s helmeted view picked up the edge of the grand fortress, Clan Wren’s ancestral seat of power. The building of steel and glass had stood for generations on the planet. The structure, impressive and stark, was surrounded by mountains and forests. The design reminded Bo-Katan of a simpler Mandalorian aesthetics that honored nature. It was an utter far cry from the great domed cities, like Sundari.
Soon, Bo-Katan and her followers found themselves in a large throne room. Even inside of her armor, the place felt cold and austere. When the Countess appeared, both Magnax and Zave gave pause. Bo-Katan didn’t look at either, trusting in their ability to read the situation on the fly. In the end, the Mandalorian in orange and dark-blue armor and the other wearing light chrome and black colors bowed their heads respectfully to the Countess.
Bo-Katan however, did not.
“Su cuy’gar Countess…” Bo-Katan announced as she stood before the throne in the large rectangular room with its large glass walls.
Ursa Wren returned the greeting. Her tone was quite stern and bereft of any friendliness. Bo-Katan’s shoulders panged inside her jumpsuit and armor. She couldn’t tell if it was a recent injury flaring up, or worry that she’d made a grave mistake coming here.
“Ursa Wren, you lead one of the ruling houses of Mandalore. The throne has fallen to an outsider, and a Sith. Darth Maul…” declared the redhaired Lady of Clan Kryze.
“I call on you to fulfill your oaths to the people of Mandalore. The True Mandalorians…”
Ursa leaned forward in her great throne. Her seat was carved-stone, mined from the very mountains that made up some of the natural protections of her ancestral home.
“You’re incorrect, Bo-Katan. Mandalore has a new and rightful ruler. By all accounts, he defeated Pre Vizsla in a duel, one on one. This has been the way of the Darksaber, and our people for generations,”
Bo-Katan became acutely aware of the fact that counting Ursa, there were eleven armed members of Clan Wren in the room against her three.
The Countess continued. “Why would I fight someone who claimed the throne in a manner within our customs?”
More than that, Maul had an army far surpassing Bo-Katan’s meager handful of warriors. Ursa knew that even her and Kryze’s combined forces woult not even bloody the nose of Maul’s combined forces, not including his other allies.
‘With the Black Sun, the Pyke Syndicate and much of the Hutts resources, the numbers are twenty to one. Perhaps more,’ Ursa wondered sourly.
Bo-Katan’s face screwed up with anger. “Because he is a curse to everything he touches. The Sith manipulated Pre Vizla. He will lead our people to ruin!”
“Maul is Mandalore. He commands from the capitol and Deathwatch follow him,” Ursa’s brown eyes honed in on Bo-Katan.
“You come here, asking me to turn traitor. To put the lives of my people on the line for your vendetta. I think not, Lady Kryze,”
Bo-Katan fumed and her grip on her helmet became intensified when she heard the word vendetta. This was not about her wounded pride, or the loss of Vizsla. This was about all Mandalorians and thier future.
“Ursa you must-”
“No, I must not. Now, leave me, there are other matters that I must attend to. You and your forces may rest for a day, but then you must remove yourselves from Krownest,”
Bo-Katan hadn’t been happy to be refused her request. Hoping against hope that tomorrow she would be able to understand a way to get Ursa on her side, she stayed at the mansion with Magnax and Zave. Her frustration with her current position, the loss of Faulst and so much more boiled and she decided that distraction was needed, or she’d do something rash. After making sure the room was secure, she ordered both Magnax and Zave remove their armor.
Minutes after, Bo-Katan stood in the quarters they’d been given. She wore only her boots and kneeguards and had her jumpsuit undone so that Zave could lick her pussy while Magnax got to work spitting on his cock to lube it up. Bo’s left hand was placed firmly on Zave’s head. She dominated the Mirialian, forcing her face right up against her exposed womanhood.
The forceful redhead smiled wickedly and forced Zave’s pretty lips to work their magic on her clit and her pussy. Her soldier’s tongue brought sweet relief to her mind and body. The day had been such a disappointment to the Lady of House Kryze. All that was left was to use the man and woman under her command to make her forget. If she wished, she’d have them fuck her until she could not feel or think till the sun rose on the next day.
“Sur’ar Zave!” the redheaded woman growled out as she continued pulling against the back of the green-skinned woman’s head so her lovely tongue could probe even deeper inside the redhead’s sex. Her other hand back to play with Magnax’s cock. His size was impressive and made her pussy leak out even more. It wasn’t every day a soldier got to fuck his commander in her asshole. Bo-Katan appreciated his eagerness, and the sturdiness of his cock.
“Mrrrmmhmm… Mhhaa… Luuudhhmmm….” Zave moaned out, drinking up the sweet nectar of the Mandalorian standing before her. The aroused Mirialan wanted desperately to stroke her own pussy too. But for now, her duty was to make Bo-Katan happy, a task she was actually doing quite well with.
Bo-Katan’s pale body buzzed with waves of pleasant energy. Even Zave’s cute little nose played a part in the dance, butting against the Human’s pert clit now and again and making the Nite Owl weak in the knees.
“Huahhh… you’re improving. You… Nrgnn… y-you might actually get me to cum…” Bo-Katan hissed out, her red hair dancing now and again while a well of liquid warmth continued getting larger and larger within the Mandalorian’s center.
Reaching out her free hand, the woman who was Magnax’s superior grabbed at his powerful cock once more. She could feel the rage of his lust. It was so palpable and warm. She wanted to let him inside of her, but another, stronger part couldn’t withstand what she had in mind. That said, the challenge to keep her own lust in check became much more arduous the closer Bo-Katan got to cumming.
While she’d been able to keep her moans in check for a while, cracks appeared in the Mandalorian’s resolve as her Mirialan playmate continued pleasuring the spot between her gushing lips. Zave closed her eyes and actually started nudging her head back every now and then. There wasn’t enough strength behind the movement that she appeared to be breaking free. Instead, Bo felt that the good girl was only doing it so each time the older Mando woman’s pulled her back in, Zave’s tongue punctuated her dripping cunny with greater force.
“Fa-Farrick… Oh fuck… yes… YES!” The rest of Bo-Katan’s words dissolved into incoherent panting and wild throaty moans. Her legs buckled and she nearly feel onto Zave’s tight, green body. While she stubbornly planted her feet, Bo’s slit released a torrent of nectar against her subordinate’s lucious seaweed colored lips.
While Bo’s pussy spasmed and squirted all over the lovely girl’s face, her hand never relented on Magnax’s cock. As she stroked him, her breasts slowly started bobbing up and down. When the Mandalorian assassin managed to take in one complete breath, she quickly changed up gears. Shifting onto her knees, she continued jerking off the male Mandalorian’s big and throbbing erection. Confusion registered on Magnax’s face, but it soon melted away as a surge of heat bubbled up from inside of his loins. Nestled beside the still moaning and sighing Zave, Bo was in perfect position to steer Magnax’s shuddering cock right up against her helper’s green lips.
The Mirialan’s blue eyes widened in sudden shock. Her mouth had just recovered from gagging on all that her Mistress had offered her. Now spurts of flaming Human jizz rocketed forth, pelting her lovely features with thick, streams of whiteness.
When each warrior was able to breathe normally again, Magnax looked at his green-eyed leader. “I-I thought… well,”
Bo-Katan gave the man a sharp, predatory glance. “That I’d let you fuck my ass. Don’t be ridiculous…”
Very amused with her flinty, some might say cruel trick, Bo-Katan prepared for bed. “Don’t give up hope, Magnax. There shall be plenty of times for you to prove yourself worthy of me during this journey. I have no doubt…”
***
Bo-Katan slept very well that evening, her anger at being refused by her long-time friend subsided by what she’d done with Magnax and Jave. The next morning after she bathed her firm and well-kept body, she replaced her armor and found a Clan Wren soldier waiting outside her door. He had a simple letter, adorned with the symbol of Clan Wren.
Later, Bo-Katan found herself waiting for Ursa once more.
“I was surprised to receive an invitation to meet again. Seemed like you had nothing left to say to me,” the Lady of Clan Kryze declared towards an open door. The opening led deeper into the room she was in. The furniture around her included a crib and other objects that she had passing knowledge about. A sudden realization made the warrior’s stance tightened up slightly.
‘It’s a nursery,’
Ursa finally came out of the room. She had on most of her armor, save for one breast plate. Her jumpsuit was down, exposing a single breast while she fed a young child. Bo-Katan searched for the name of the babe. She knew it was a daughter, but she couldn’t remember the child’s name.
Ursa let out a little sigh and then went and delivered the child into her crib. “You never met my daughter, Sabine yet have you?”
“I’ve been busy,” Bo-Katan replied. Her eyes made sure to stay on Ursa. The leader of Clan Kryze folded her arms in front of her chest plates restlessly. “How can I help you?”
“Will you join me for a hunt?” Ursa asked and reattached her missing breastplate onto the magnetic locks on her jumpsuit.
The leader of the Nite Owls was surprised by the request. Sensing that Ursa had something secretive to tell her and couldn’t risk doing it inside of her own stronghold, Bo-Katan quickly accepted. The redhead woman ended up being quite disappointed. The whole time during preparation, even up to the point where she was given two throwing spears and a blade for the hunt, the Countess said nothing more of note.
“I’m looking forward to taking Sabine out hunting soon. Krownest is perfect for it…” Bo-Katan was glad she’d already put on her helmet. The beskar shell made it so that her eyes didn’t roll completely out of her head.
The pair deactivated the advanced weapons systems of their armor. This would force them to hunt as their ancestors had, only with weapons, wit and cunning. As tempted as she was to contact her ship to tell Jasmon to begin reaching out to other parties in the hopes that her time wasn’t completely wasted, Bo-Katan honored the old traditions.
“It’s Ikopi season here,” Ursa reminded her as they trekked the cold mountainous terrain in their beskar armor. The other Mandalorian woman nodded and kept her eyes trained on the landscape. If they didn’t manage a perfect strike with their spears, it was likely they’d lose any animal before they had a chance.
As much as the landscape had a serene if harsh beauty to it, Bo-Katan remained agitated. Eventually she could no longer hold her tongue. “This is it. We’re just hunting…”
Ursa smiled behind her helmet. ‘I should have known it would be better just to let her leave this morning,’
The Countess stifled a sigh of sadness before replying to the redheaded warrior. It almost felt rude of her to think of the impressive woman as just that. Bo-Katan first and foremost was a Royal. She could have been Duchess Bo-Katan if she wanted. But even after her sister’s death, Bo-Katan had continued flying beside Pre Vizsla. Now, only with him dead, she seemed unable to leave a dead Rawl well alone.
Ursa continued scanning the ground through her helmet. The least she could do was bring her clan back some nice Cevolk meat, and she knew her companion to be an excellent hunter.
“You never had children… And I know you grieve. For your sister, and for Pre I think,” The leader of Clan Wren knew she was playing with fire, but she’d come this far by being blunt in her honesty.
She heard heavy bootfalls in the snow behind her, but other than that, the Lady of Clan Kryze said nothing.
“You have nothing to lose, Bo-Katan. I do, if I fought against Maul,” Ursa turned back to face her friend.
“We’d be fighting against all Mandoa…”
Bo-Katan’s gaze looked past Ursa, out onto a snowy embankment near some evergreen trees. She moved on past her fellow Mandalorian. “You’re wrong about that. I would be dead if that were so, and you wouldn’t have any problem,”
Kneeling down, Bo-Katan examined the tree that had caught her green eyes. She took off her helmet as well. As Ursa moved closer, the redhead didn’t turn towards the Countess, but continued speaking all the same.
“And there are others who would join us. All it will take is the right pressure. Maul isn’t as strong as he thinks…” She said darkly, imagining how great it would feel when the life drained from the bastard’s eyes.
“Hmmm,” Ursa was glad that at least the redheaded woman had held onto her sardonic confidence
“And what if you’re not as strong as you think?”
Bo-Katan actually laughed at that. “Then you’d be better off just slitting my throat and leaving me here in the snow. But you won’t, and you know that I can beat him…”
Once she was done talking, Bo-Katan motioned to her friend. Ursa sat down and removed her helmet as the Nite Owl leader had. The leader of Clan Wren noticed what Bo-Katan had spotted. Damage to one of the nearby trees.
“A Cevolk bull,”
“A big one judging by these marks,”
Ursa nodded, even though she was worried that the animal might actually be too big for even the two of them to carry back alone. She suddenly regretted not bringing an escort, or having some of her subordinates on call with a speeder to haul away a prize catch. Without her helmet on however, Ursa detected signs of something more than just the large deer-like creature.
Immediately the woman in iron-gray and gold armor stood up. Her nose had picked up the scent and musk of something else, something much more worrying. “A Tylauris…”
“It must have come down from the mountains,” Bo-Katan said. She’d only ever see the huge shaggy shouldered creature’s once before. They had beastly faces and a disposition to match. Strangely enough, they were somewhat like Flesh Raiders, walking upright like a man on powerful legs. A deadly tail and clawed fingers completed their arsenal, making them one of the deadliest predators on Krownest and other Mandalorian worlds…
“And we just walked into its territory,” Ursa said with another sniff. The scent of the Tylauris was unmistakable, as were her memories of what they could do to unwary hunters. She looked around and scanned the area.
“The Cevolk is in the forest, we can probably skirt around the edge, keeping us well away from the Tylauris’ hunting grounds,”
“Do that and we could lose the bull…”
Ursa nodded. She wasn’t particularly keen on coming up against a Tylauris with just the two of them. Beyond the stories of failed hunts for the semi sentients dogging her mind, she knew they grew to the height of two men. She and Bo-Katan only had blasters, spears and knives to contend with the beast if it came to that. Lastly, she knew the Nite Owl leader was never the type to run away from a fight.
“You are my guest. It’s your decision…”
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