(I do not own Star Wars, that honor belongs to George Lucas)

Chapter I

Smoke. Dust. Ozone. The crispy smell of burnt flesh.

Blaster fire. Explosions. The crashing of lightsabers. Shrill, alien war cries. Screams of agony.

Utter chaos.

Fortunately, most of these distractions were everyday noises to one man. Panting for breath, a man in blue and steel-colored armor looked at the monster he had brought down; a Reek, a large beast native to Ylesia. This Reek wasn't getting up anytime soon, a blaster shot to the head had ensured that. Serves it right the man thought, the damn beast tried to trample me.

Suddenly Jango Fett, the infamous bounty hunter and last of the True Mandalorians, stood and turned to face his next opponent: Jedi Master Mace Windu. The Jedi's dark skin gleamed with sweat under the harsh Geonosian sun, and his eyes were determined, locked onto Jango like a homing missile. Jango felt fear creep into his system, but he controlled it; Jedi were fierce combatants, but they weren't invincible. Galidraan had proved that.

Jango raised his one remaining WESTAR-34 and opened fire. But the Jedi used his purple energy blade to simply knock his bolts aside as if they were stray flies and powered closer and closer towards Fett. Jango tried to back up, get some more space, but the Jedi was on top of him. With a single swipe, Windu destroyed his blaster pistol and spun around for a killing blow. In an instant, time slowed to a crawl as Jango's senses kicked in. The lightsaber blade hummed through the air, coming at the hunter to slice his head off. Every muscle in his body screamed DUCK!

And that was what he did. He dropped to a crouch just as the energy blade came around, severing his antenna. Crouched so low, with the Jedi's belly exposed, the bounty hunter found himself in a unique opportunity; one he didn't plan to waste. He clenched fist and a set of blades erupted out of his right wristband. With a savage cry, Jango swung his arm around, slashing open Windu's stomach. A blast of that damn Force knocked Jango away as Windu clasped his empty left hand over his heavily bleeding lower torso. Jango sprung to his feet; he knew he had the advantage, and if he didn't press it he was dead. He charged the Jedi, his wrist blades pulled back for another slash. The Jedi swung his saber at the charging bounty hunter, the blade connected with Jango's left wristband, disabling his grappling hook and flame thrower. Fortunately, it didn't hit flesh: the wristband could be replaced, but his arm would be quite a more expensive story. Jango lashed out with a kick and the lightsaber went flying, deactivating as if flew. Windu brought his other fist around with lightning speed and it connected with Fett's chest. It knocked the wind out of Fett, but he reached out and grabbed the Jedi's long sleeves, keeping himself close. Without knowing how he knew, Jango knew that the Jedi was preparing to use his Force powers again. In a flash, the hunter lashed out with all his might at the Jedi Master. Blood sprayed the Mandalorian's visor. The Jedi's eyes widened.

Jango, under his helmet, gave a savage, triumphant sneer and pushed the Jedi over. Windu hit the dirt, clutching his slashed open neck. After a few seconds the Jedi Master stopped moving, lying in a pool of his own blood. Jango stood for a moment among the carnage, savoring his triumph and catching his breath. Jedi scum The hunter thought to himself. Jango then came back to reality and realized he couldn't stand there. Suddenly a stray blaster bolt, no doubt deflected to a random direction by another Jedi, struck the Mandalorian in the chest. The blast knocked Jango off his feet and he hit the ground hard, a smoking hole in his chest armor.

(Don't worry! Jango may be down, but he's not out! Stay tuned for Chapter II!)