The Arrival

Only six vessels managed to jump back to Mandalor. Mand"alor"s flag ship was destroyed in the battle and his helmet lost to the void. With moral low the remaining ship had hope to get reinforcements from the Mandlorian that remained loyal to them only to discover that their clan headquarters was being burned to the ground. Arriving as quickly as possible to the battle they were surprise to find a group of Jedi had been fighting along side their warriors to protect as many non combatants as they could. Battle on the ground was pure chaos. Buildings half destroyed from artillery fire, bodies laid out in the middle of streets and out of vehicles, people buried alive and screaming for help. Even with the help of the Jedi holding the front lines with the warriors that had been left behind to defend the headquarters city. The Mandlorians were in disarray, without direction...without their Mand"alor...it was in this time of death and destruction that a single girl...no a single Mandlorain War G.o.ddess descended into the battle field. Charging out of one of the newly arrived star ships the Mandlorain did not even wait for the ships landing gear to fully extend. With the ship still in the middle of the air the War G.o.ddess lead a troop of 250 Mandlorains out of the cargo bay doors diving right into the battle.

Taking aim during the fall the Mandlorains open fire on the flanks of the Death Watch from above. The blaster bolts fell like rain in a storm killing hundreds almost instantly. The Death Watch however recovered quickly and turned toward the falling attackers returning fire. For any other soldiers in the face of this level of return fire most would dive away from it or turn their jetpacks on in an attempt to confuse the enemy. This was not the case for the G.o.ddess and her Mandlorains. No one moved from their directed path. Falling fast and faster into the jaws of h.e.l.l. Not flinching in the face of the wall of deadly blaster fire. Blaster bolts deflection off of the armor of the falling Mandos. 500 meters...400 meters...300 meters the heads up display in the G.o.ddess helmet ticked away as the ground inched ever closer. Not at anytime did she or her troops stop engaging the enemy. When a blaster ran out of ammo it was discarded middle dive and replaced with another. Wist rockets, pack rockets, grenades all were unleashed from the sky. It was death from above in ever since of the word.

"200 meter...150...100...50..40..30..20..NOW!" Was shout through the coms of falling Mandos as each of their jet pack roared to life just inches above the ground. Their attack was not without its losses of the 250 that took the dive only 180 hand made to the but their deaths had created an opportunity the defense troops push the front lines away from the city and give the people enough time to get on board and escape. The Death Watch"s left flank had been destroyed by attack from the Mandos. In that lull in the battle one of the Jedi arrived to the side of the newly arrived Mandlorains. The Jedi in question was a slightly younger Count Dooku, still a servant of the light side of the force. " That was quite impressive however it may still prove to be a pointless endeavor as there are too many of them and too few of us." The Count spoke looking to the lead Mandlorain. Which he discover based off the shape of the armor and their hight must be a female Mandlorain and a young one at that. The Mandlorain did not look in his direction as she spoke. " Gather all who can fight bring them here this is where we stand until all that can get on the ships can...three hours that is the longest we can hold with our current ammo count after that anyone left behind will fight to the death. We are no ones slaves..." The Count nodded, " I agree we Jedi will stand with you here...well those of use who still breath will." No more words were need between them each turned to their prospective groups however just as Count Dooku was about to leave he turn and asked. " What do I call you Mandlorain." With out missing a beat the War G.o.ddess smoothly said "Sharia Morman of Clan Darkhide." The count nodded and then continued walking to his fellow Jedi.

Near the city the six Lictor-cla.s.s ship finally made land fall and the evacuation had began. No sooner had the people entered the ships had the fighting began again. The defenders did not give a single inch even as their losses began to pill up all around them. For two hours they held the line. By the two and a half hour mark most of their ammo was spend. Even their Jedi allies were showing signs of exhaustion. They had however given the ships enough time to gather all that they could the ones left behind where either too injury to move safety or where trapped in buildings and could not be saved. At this point the Mandlorains defenders began their withdrawal into the ships themselves. Only 300 in total of the defenders made it on to the ship with the city having at lest 5,000 troops before this loss was devastating. However they were able to save many of the younger generation so for Mandlorains it was an acceptable loss. After making it into s.p.a.ce the six Mandlorain ships plotted a course for Cato Niemoidia. The Neimoidians of the Trade Federation owed clan DarkHide and with how badly the clan had been hurt by this betrayal. If they did not collect not their was not telling when they would.

After arriving in Cato Niemoidia a deal was struck with The Niemoidians they had discovered a system in the outter rim that the Darkhid clan could hide a recover. The Trade Federation would prove supplies for them to build on any planet in the new system and even go as far as wipe the planet from their records and in return all debts to my the Trade Federation to the Darkhides" would be void. Just before the week long journey it would take for the convoy to reach this new system the Darkhide clan was surprised when the Jedi who had fought with them decided they would help them set up the foundation of their colony before they would leave. The jedi that had survived the battle had been told about the battle in s.p.a.ce before hand and had been furious with the Republic for their betrayal any many had plan to take this information to the Jedi council as soon as they had finished helping the Darkhides. The leader of this small group of 10 jedi that had remained was Count Dooku as he was the only Master Jedi left among them. He promised he would see to it that justice would be served to the the Death Watch the moment they returned back in the Republic s.p.a.ce, but until then any help they need from the jedi they would get.

Which brings us back to the current time...On the bridge of the lead Lictor-cla.s.s ship Sharia Morman stared out into the void trying to think of the best way her people could move forward. No Mandlorain had tried to claim the seat of Mand"alor yet. With many holding off until we arrive at this new system. There had been many hoping she would put her name in for the t.i.tle due to her display in battle during the escape off of Mandlor. However Sharia her self did not believe her display was anything special she was with 250 other brave Mandlorains some one which died a glories death in battle. Some of those who died where better Mandlorains than her self she was just lucky. Even still the elder counsel decided her action still warranted her command of one of the remaining vessels they had left in the fleet.

Just as her thoughts began wondering towards the void again she was interrupted back one of the bridge officers. " Commander we have an incoming message from the Trade Federation Holo call." Sharia nodded at the officer, " Place it through." Then turned to the image on the Holo net. The figure that appeared was Viceroy Hask in all his Niemoidian glory. His image zoomed out slightly to show is whole body before he began speaking. "Commander Sharia a pleasure as always I just wanted to inform you of a slight complication to our plan." Shari frowned under her helmet. " What complication." She stated coldly. " Well the planet we found can inhabit life just find it just there is a other species here natives. There technology is thousand of years behind ours however they are human so we wanted to know how do you want to proceed." Sharia smiled in her helmet a new world that can sustain life and a race of humans not influenced by the Republic. She knew what this would mean for her clan and the other seven clans that had survived the escape.

Revenge would come from this...it would take many years but waiting that was something a Mandlorain could do easily. She returned to the moment at hand and said. " I will inform the elders but I do believe you have done us a great service if what you say is true Viceroy." Hask smiled, " Oh it is vey true and I believe these humans will surprise you in ways you did not image. We are on the way to meet with their leaders is there anything you would like me to say to them before your fleets arrival." Sharia removed her helmet as long red hair that had been trapped inside flowed out and dropped to the top of her shoulders. The right side of her head was shaved with a scar that ran from the right side of her head to the top of her eye brow. Her eyes were bright gray, and her skin had a tan weather look to it, but she still looked young around an 18 17 year old. She smiled at Hask and said, " Yes Prepare of Our Arrival."