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CHAPTER 1

Planet: Atollon. System: Atollon System. Sector: Lothal Sector. Location: Alliance outpost; Chopper Base.

There was a new guy in the mess hall. Well, guy was an understatement. He couldn't have been older than 16. He was about as tall as captain Rex, who was six feet tall. He had short dark hair and an orange eye on the right side of his face; the other was completely blind, with a faded scar running from his mid-forehead, down through his eyebrow, over his left eye, and down to his left cheek. Level with his nose. He was sitting at the officer's table, and not only at the officer's table, but in-between commander Jun Sato, and captain Rex. So he has to be important. Sabine Wren wondered where he came from.

He wasn't here yesterday. She thought. Do I know him? He looks familiar.

"Hey Zeb?"

The Lasat, Garazeb Orrelios, paused from devouring his breakfast, chunks of food stuck in his purple beard.

"What?" he mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"Who's that? He reminds me of someone, but I can't decide who."

"Who?"

"Over there, next to Rex and Sato. Laughing."

"Oh," Zeb swallowed, "He's a friend of Rex, a Mandalorian I think. I'm pretty sure his name is Calrand Daun."

Doesn't sound like anyone I know. But the name does ring a bell.

"What's he doing here?"

"He's some sort of military genius. And a kriffing good fighter."

"Okay"

Calrand, finished with his breakfast, got up to leave.

The Ghost crew was heading to another mission briefing. They entered the war room, and there he was. Calrand Daun stood off in a corner. Sabine noticed him eyeing her with a look of suspicion and disapproval. Most mandos she met reacted the same, disapproval of her quilt-like armor design and multicolored hair. Personal vanity wasn't "the Mandalorian way" they said. But Sabine didn't understand the suspicion. Calrand had gold armor that was tattered and blackened, covered in scrapes and gashes. It even looked like he had a few lightsaber burns on it. He had a tattered dark grey Kama, a knife sheathed on his shoulder plate, and a beskar saber sheathed on his back. He had a Verpine Shatter Gun holstered on his boot. He held his helmet under his right arm. It showed signs of hastened repair. In fact, it lined up perfectly with the scar on his face. Sabine shuddered when she tried to think of a blade powerful enough to slash through Mandalorian beskar'gam. She looked toward the tactical table and saw Rex standing, looking at the crew.

"Everybody here?" Rex asked, "Good. Let's get started."

He motioned for Calrand to join them. Rex thumbed a button and the holo-table lit up, showing what looked like an old Trade Federation Munificent-Class Star Frigate.

"This is your target. Your mission is to breach and clear the frigate, preparing it for our use. We have a skeleton crew standing by for your all clear. This ship is crucial to the war effort. If our intel is right, it's navigation logs should hold the location of an abandoned fully functional shipyard. I don't even need to explain what that would do for the Alliance. Commander Calrand Daun," he gestured to Calrand,

"will be joining you on this mission. Your team call joint team call sign is G-DT1. Any questions?"

"Yeah," said Kanan Jarrus. He looked toward Calrand, "Who are you?"

"Rex told you," his voice sounded angry, sad, and arrogant all at the same time. "Your Commander."

"Wait," said a shocked Hera Syndulla. "He's in charge?" she gestured to Calrand. "But he's just a kid."

Rex gave her a warning look, and nodded toward Calrand, who had a murderous look in his eyes. Sabine noticed his right hand twitching, like he wanted to grab his knife.

Note to self, she thought, do NOT mess with this guy. Why is he so familiar!? Hera got the message, and she backed off. Chopper the Astromech droid beeped a stream of mechanical language.

"What's that you piece of scrap?" Calrand growled, grabbing his knife. "You wanna go?" He began moving to the droid.

"Back off, punk!" Hera shouted. Calrand slowly turned towards Hera.

The color drained from Rex's face. He moved to intercept Calrand.

"Hey, none of that."

"Fine." said Calrand as he returned his knife to its sheath.

"Alright," said Rex, with forced smile, "You should be going. Only one thing left. Who's ship are you taking?"

"What does he have?" asked Hera.

"I have a highly modified YV-929." Calrand replied, "And you?"

"VCX-100," Hera said, in a defeated voice.

"We're taking mine."

"Fair enough," said Kanan.

Ezra Bridger wasn't too sure what to make of this Calrand Daun. He was cool, kinda, but he was certain one wrong move would get him thrown out an air lock. The Ghost crew was following Calrand to the private hanger. His Kama flowing as he marched angrily down the corridor.

"I didn't even know there was a private hanger." Ezra said to Kanan.

"Where do you think the officer's land? Their ships aren't ever in the main hanger."

"Never thought about it. And how come he's an officer and I'm not? He's not much older than me."

At this Calrand came to a sudden halt and spun around.

Karabast

"Because," Calrand snarled, "I defeated Thrawn's forces at Dantooine, all of Thrawn's forces. Not just a few platoons of troopers. Have you ever commanded a fleet into battle and won? Have you ever led a single platoon against a battalion and came out on top with no casualty's?"

"Uhhh…"

"I didn't think so. Now let's keep moving."

Planet: NONE. System: NONE. Sector: Location: Somewhere in Hyperspace.

The YV-929 was huge compared to the Ghost. Calrand called it Daune A'den. (Daun's Rage) Sabine was in the parlor, prepping her gear. When she finished, she headed to the cockpit to check the course. She went up the lift tube to the upper deck, and walked down the corridor. She stopped when she heard Calrand snoring.

Not good. She thought. He should be fully rested before any mission.

"Commander Daun?"

"Huuu…? Wh- What? I wasn't sleeping!"

"Never said you were."

"What do you want?" he growled.

"Just came to check the course."

"About- let's see," Calrand leaned over the controls, "About thirty minutes."

He grabbed the intercom mic, "Thirty minutes till contact. Begin final preparations."

"You prepped?" He asked.

"Yup."

"Good."

At that moment a jolt shook the ship, triggering an emergency klaxon.

"Osik."

"What was that?"

"The port engine's acting up again."

"Again?"

"How much machine training do you have?"

"Why? Do you need my help?"

"Yes, it's preferably a three person job, but I don't have my crew on hand so, two will suffice."

"I have advanced mechanical operations training, tier 6."

"That'll do. Do you have any other trained crew members?"

"Chopper and Hera."

"Shab no."

"Then it's just me."

"Alright, let's go."

She followed him into the corridor, where they ran into the rest of the Ghost crew.

"What's going on?" Hera asked.

"Port engine just malfunctioned," Calrand replied, not breaking stride.

"Can I help?"

"No time to discuss it," he said as he fast-walked to the lift tube. "If you want to, you can,"

"That bratty kid," Hera complained.

"Hey," Sabine just remembered something, "what right do you have to speak about him that way."

"Why do you care?"

"Because I now remember why he's so familiar." Sabine stormed off after Calrand.

"Shab…" whispered Calrand when he reached the engine room.

"Commander, wait u- oh."

The engine room was filled with smoke; sparks were flying off to the right. The smoke was coming from a control panel in the back of the room. The air was uncomfortably humid. There was an concerning smell of burnt electronics

"This is much worse than last time, almost looks like sabotage…" Calrand commented with a frown.

"Don't say that."

"Why not?"

"Bad luck."

"Really?" Calrand replied sarcastically, "well, we better get to work, hand me that hydrospanner."

The repairs were easier than expected. Turns out it was just a blown control wire that caused it all. The wire regulated engine discharge. Without it, the port engine tried to fire in Hyperspace. Which in turn, short-circuited. The repairs only took twenty minutes.

Once they were finished, they headed to the cockpit.

"That was lucky," said Sabine on the way to the cockpit.

Calrand just grinned. When they arrived, Calrand sat down in the pilot's chair and grabbed the mic.

"Five minutes till contact. Proceed to the cockpit for instruction."

"Sabine, I need you at the gunners station."

"You got it."

The rest Ghost crew arrived at the cockpit.

"Hera, co-pilot's station."

Hera grumpily sat down in the co-pilots chair.

"Kanan, gunners station. Zeb, starboard docking ring. You're going first. Ezra, with Zeb."

"Got it," Zeb replied.

"Zeb, in the cargo bay, look for the crate marked CQAS. Open it."

Zeb went to find the crate. Ezra following.

"Chopper, engine room, regulate the hyperdrive"

"Two minutes till contact," Hera reported. "You and Sabine fix that port thruster?"

"Yup," said Calrand and Sabine simultaneously.

"WOW!" Ezra shouted from the cargo bay.

"What is it?" Hera called.

"Ah, they must have found my Cip-Quad blaster," said Calrand. "Zeb, put it on!"

"Your what!?" Sabine shouted, "You have a Cip-Quad!?"

"Yeah, you don't?"

"No! I've all ways wanted to use one."

"You can have it after we breach."

"Deal."

"A real Cip-Quad," She whispered in admiration.

The hyperspace exit control started beeping.

"Brace-brace-brace!" Calrand suddenly shouted.

They exited hyperspace with a bone-rattling jolt; they heard Zeb go crashing down to the floor.

"Karabast!" shouted Zeb.

"What was that!?" Hera shouted.

"I'll explain later. Right know, focus on that." He pointed out the main view plate, at a looming Trade Fed frigate. It looked modified from its original layout; with an extra hanger bay aft, that ran through from port to starboard, and mass driver turrets mounted atop the bow domes.

"Incoming fighters," reported Hera.

"Got 'em," replied Sabine. She opened up with the main turret, the firing violently shaking Daune A'den. Calrand began dodging turbo laser fire.

"What have you done to this ship!?" Hera yelled.

"Kinetic rounds. Much more destructive, much harder on the frame."

"You're crazy!"

Calrand simply grinned. He aimed the ship for the port-stern section of the frigate, the engines rattling Daune A'den along with the main turret.

Calrand fired proton torpedoes at the aft hanger bay. The bay exploding in a giant ball of red and orange.

"Kandosii," muttered Calrand as he steered towards the upper port-bow.

"Hera," he said, "check the schematics and find me a breaching point."

They dodged around for a couple minutes, "Found it. There," she pointed towards the mid section of the bridge stem, "A sealed section, perfect for breaching."

Calrand aimed to the spot Hera named.

"Call Chopper up here. He'll man the guns with you while the rest of us storm the bridge."

Chopper came, using his rocket attachment to fly up the lift tube.

"Great, Chopper, take the guns. Kanan, Sabine, starboard docking ring." They got up leave. Calrand punched the control switch button. Giving full control to the co-pilot. Then stood up.

"Hera you'll take us in, starboard-side-to.""

"Got it."

"Sabine, grab the breaching charges in the crate marked CQAS."

"Cip-Quad and stuff?"

"How'd you guess?"

"A hunch."

"Fair enough."

Calrand went to the starboard docking-ring.

"Got the charges?"

Sabine replied by tossing him three of the six.

"I'll take left, you take right?" She asked.

Calrand grinned, which seemed to be his response for everything, and stood by the airlock controls. They suddenly thudded against something.

"You are clear for breaching, I repeat, clear for breaching," buzzed Hera's voice over the intercom.

Calrand hit the control that opened both the inner and out airlock doors. He and Sabine rushed through and planted the charges. Then they rushed out and Calrand hit the inner door's button. He nodded at Sabine, who pressed the detonator. A muffled thump echoed through the ship.

"On three, one, two, THREE!" He hit the door release again; the inner airlock door flew open. Zeb and Ezra charged through the open door, into the frigate, Zeb firing the Cip-Quad. Calrand heard metal hitting the deck.

"Battle droids!?" Zeb cried.

"Rex you shabuir," exclaimed Calrand. "He always forgets to mention some fact or other in his briefings these days. I was looking forward to Stormtroopers, oh well, let's blast some droids. OYA!"

He shoved his helmet on his head, grabbed his beskar saber, and charged in after Zeb and Ezra, followed by Sabine and Kanan. Calrand cut down droids left and right, slicing through their metal frame with almost the ease of a lightsaber. A line of five super droids marched down the corridor. Calrand leaped toward them, landed, and slashed them to chunks of scrap. Kanan and Sabine just stood at the thresh-hold, staring.

"Did he just-?" Kanan asked.

"I guess so," replied Sabine.

"Well?" Calrand snarled, "You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna scrap some droids?"

"Right," said Sabine. She grabbed her twin mando pistols from her hip holster, and ran into the droids ranks, going for the droid commander, blasting B1's as she went. Kanan ignited his lightsaber, and ran in cutting.

Thanks for reading! The next chapter will be up sometime this weekend. Also, if you want me to add a translations list of all the mando'a words I use just tell me and I'll put them in. Taabir bat ner vode! That's: March on my brothers!