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Prologue: Legacy Of War

"Here's why you can't exterminate us. We're not huddled in one place, we span the galaxy. We need no lords or leaders, so you can't destroy our command. We can live without technology, so we can fight with our bare hands. We have no species or bloodlines, so we can rebuild our ranks with others who want to join us. We're more than just a people or an army. We're a culture. We are an idea. And you can't kill ideas... be we can certainly kill you." -Boba Fett

A Q-Carrier star cruiser enters the atmosphere of the planet of Rekkiad. It landed on a desolate frozen planet, just on the edge of a large cliff. On the cliff face and below the edge was a large doorway, the entrance to the reason the ship was here. The hatch opened and the walkway extended, three figures exiting the ship. All humanoid in appearance, with one fairly larger than the others, and one that looked nothing like the other two.

The two similar figures wore the armor of the Mandalorians, the new style of the Neo-Crusaders. One wore golden yellow armor, one of the highest ranks in the newly established system. The tallest of the tree and wore dull grey armor, with a red cape and an orange mask. It wasn't hard to tell had the higher authority. These two men were Cassus Fett and Mandalore the Ultimate.

"Is this it?" Cassus asked. He looked at the edge before him and then to other two men with him.

To his left was his leader, orange mask shining dully in the dim light. In front of him was the man that had led them here, wearing a large dark cloak that hid almost all of his features. The only thing that his attire didn't hide was his hands and the lower half of his face, the skin a dark blood red. This man was a pureblood Sith, an emissary to a greater Sith Lord.

"Indeed." Said Sith replied. "This is the tomb of the enemy of my master's ancestor."

"Hm." Mandalore scoffed, crossing his arms. "I thought it be more intimidating. This frozen wasteland hardly seems worth me and my subordinates time."

"What it lacks in regards to outward appearance it well makes up for with perils dwelling within." The Sith warned. "Make no mistake, if you do not take heed, you are liable to die a grim demise." He started walking towards the tomb

Cassus resisted the urge to snort at that. These force users, always so cryptic and dramatic. At least he wouldn't have to listen to this man's ramblings for that long. As soon as they were done with this the better. Pulling his rifle blaster from his back he checked it for ammo then held it down, ready but relaxed.

"Let's do this." Cassus said as he headed after the Sith, followed by Mandalore.

They were on their way when suddenly the Sith spun around yelling an angry cry, glaring at the ship. Fett and Mandalore mimicked his movement, brandishing their weapons to bare. The stopped however when the were met with an unexpected sight. A young human boy with thick black hair, about ten, wearing heavy thick clothing for the climates of the planet. He was twirling the Sith's lightsaber in his small hand, expertly making it dance around his palm and knuckles.

Holstering his weapon Cassus stormed over to the boy. "What are you doing here?" He asked his son harshly.

"I stowed away on the ship and joined you and them." He looked at the other two men standing behind his father. He slightly bowed in respect to Mandalore, who nodded his head in greeting.

"I can see that." Cassus growled. "You shouldn't be here. You should be back home, training with the other children!" he berated.

"I wanted to see you and Lord Mandalore in action. I've never seen either of you fight seriously." He glanced quickly at the Sith. "And I was curious about the Sith Lord." The boy explained, unflinching in the face of his father's anger.

Cassus smacked the boy upside the head, not hard with his gauntlets on, but enough to show his level of disapproval. "We can't take you home right now, so you're going to stay in the ship till we return. I'll see you punished accordingly once we're back on Mandalore. Resistance to orders cannot be allowed to go on without consequence."

The boy hadn't flinched or made a sound when he was hit. Instead he just stood firm, fists clenched at his sides and eyes burning with defiance. Cassus saw this and was about hit him again when Mandalore put a hand on his shoulder.

"Cassus, let the boy come." He said.

"WHAT?!" Cassus and the Sith said in unison.

"No. Absolutely not. He is not experienced enough to be venturing into a place like that, Lord Mandalore." Cassus responded.

"And he will only get in our way." The Sith added.

Mandalore gripped Cassus' shoulder tighter. "This could be a good lesson for him." He looked down to the small boy, imposingly tall to the small child. "If he survives he will gain experience in an actual situation where danger is present around every corner. He will have a greater respect for what he has to look forward to when he enters our ranks and joins the fray."

"And if he dies?" Cassus challenged.

"Then he is of no use." The Sith said. "The weak have no place among the strong."

The boy looked at the Sith, face contorting into a hate filled glare. Yelling he ducked past his father and Mandalore and leaped at the Sith, igniting the lightsaber. The Sith calmly backed away and drew forth another lightsaber, igniting it as well.

Cassus was about to jump in when Mandalore grabbed his arm stopping him. Looking to his leader jr searched for an explanation, but got none. With Mandalore's mask on Cassus couldn't tell what he was thinking, just that he seemed to be watching the Sith and his son's fight. Cassus did the same, not able to do anything else.

The two combatants exchanged attacks, swinging high and low. One would strike and the other would parry, lock blades shortly then their blades would continue to clash. The air was alive with the hum lightsabers being swung and the hiss of one hitting another.

They were the oddest mach of fighters. The Sith was twice the size of the boy, he had more experience, was a master of the lightsaber and could use the Force. The boy was only ten, had never held a lightsaber before, and had no such special power. Anyone might have thought that the boy has doomed from the start, but that was far from the truth.

Even though the Sith was larger and had more strength the boy was fast and agile. With his small stature he had trouble aiming for the Sith's upper body, but in turn the Sith had to keep directing his attacks downward, making most of his attacks predictable. The lightsaber was odd and new in the boy's hand, but he'd had training in swordplay since he was three. He had no great strength, power or experience, but he had an exceptionally sharp mind. That was all he needed, if he could use it right.

The Sith sent his blade at the boy's head, who pinned it down and then sent his blade back up at the Sith's head. The Sith leaned back avoiding the blade, then sent a sweep at the boy's legs. He jumped over the attack and kicked out, feet connecting with the Sith's chest. The Sith stumbled back a step but came back quickly.

The boy blocked a slash to his side, spinning around it and sending the blades up. With his blade up he sent it back down at the Sith's leg. With a twirl of his lightsaber the Sith batted the attack away and kicked the boy in the chest.

Sent flying the boy landed hard on his back. He managed to roll back to his feet before the Sith's lightsaber plunged where he had been a second before. Summoning his lightsaber back to his hand the Sith bound at the boy, saber coming down in a large arc.

He rolled under the Sith, ending up behind him when the Sith landed. When the Sith spun around to bring his lightsaber down on him, he found the the boy facing away from him, lightsaber held in a reverse grip, tip only centimeters from his stomach. There was a moment of heavy silence as no one dared to move. Then it was broken by the boy.

"You said the weak have no place among the strong. Well, I think I've proven that I'm not weak." he looked over his shoulder at the Sith. "So I'd say I'm of some use."

The Sith didn't say anything for a long time, staring at the boy before him, seemingly searching for something. With his head turned, the Sith could only see half his face, and most of it was shrouded in shadows. What the Sith could make out clearly was the hard line of his mouth, and the glow of his eyes. The shone with a sickly golden yellow, radiating with intense malice.

The Sith saw a energy, restlessly swirling deep within the boy. That energy reflected within those eyes. Those hate filled eyes. When the Sith did speak his voice held amusement. "I suppose you do, boy."

The boy couldn't see it, but he thought he could hear a smile behind the Sith's words. He turned off the lightsaber, and the Sith followed his example. When he held out his hand, the boy returned the lightsaber to the Sith. Looking between the lightsaber and the boy, he seemed to be thinking. He turned to Cassus.

"He has never had any previous experience with a lightsaber?" He asked

"No." Cassus answered. "Lightsabers are not something that the Jedi or Sith share with the rest of the galaxy. The closest he's ever had is training with various sword types. But we all know the difference between a metal sword and a lightsaber." the sarcasm was heavy and clear in his voice.

The Sith nodded, knowing that to be all too true. "And, has he ever had any... strange happenings?"

"What?" Cassus had no idea what he was talking about.

"Has anything strange ever happened around him?" The Sith elaborated. "Like has anyone ever given him something when he really wanted it and he wasn't supposed to have it? Or has he ever gotten unusually strong when he was angry?" There was an odd tone to his voice. Not curiosity or mild interest. It was more like hunger. Desire. Obsession.

Cassus thought about what exactly the Sith was implying. When it finally hit him, he instantly was filled with dread.

"No." He said flatly. "Nothing of the sort has ever happened."

The Sith regarded Cassus for a moment, then looked to the boy. Cassus' body was relaxed, but it felt rigid to him. As much as he concentrated he could not calm his thoughts. After a tense moment the Sith shrugged, turning and headed for the tomb.

"Such a shame. The possibilities we might have reached. Such great potential and talent wasted." He muttered.

Finally Cassus relaxed. He shared a glance with Mandalore, who shrugged indifferently. He looked hard at his leader and comrade, trying to gauge what he was feeling. He knew what his old war brother was thinking, just not how he felt about it.

"Are you coming or not?!" the Sith said back to them.

With a final look to his leader, Cassus walked forward to join the Sith, his son and Mandalore close behind.

Cassus never stopped thinking on the words the Sith had said. 'Has he ever gotten unusually strong when he was angry?'

That repeated in his head, again and again. He new knew full well what the Sith was implying, and he knew that the Sith didn't believe his answer. Mandalore had probably also picked up on it, but right now Cassus had yet to know how he felt about it.

When he had answered the Sith, Cassus had told the truth. His son had never had any strange experience like that before. Except for today. When he had charged the Sith, wielding a weapon he'd never even seen before, he had been faster than Cassus had ever seen him move. His attacks were swift, precise, and powerful. He had looked like he'd been training with a lightsaber. Training in the ways of the Force.

The only one of the four of them that probably didn't realize it was Cassus' son. Looking back at the boy he saw his eyes burning with glee. They radiated, almost glowed, with the primitive desire to fight again. He thirsted for the thrill of the heat of battle. To be on the threshold of life and death.

Cassus could admire his drive to fight, to be the greatest warrior he could. But that fire in his eyes. That was a burning hunger that could very well consume him. All Mandalorians felt the enticing pull of the prospect of a fight and facing a challenge. The only difference between most was where they knew when to fight, and when to not. He only hoped his son would be able to know where the battle field ended, and everything else lied ahead.

If all he desired was battle, he'd get it. The only question would be what would that thirst drive him to? What outcome could possibly be worth being that battle hungry? Cassus didn't know, but for his son's sake, he hoped that he wouldn't have to learn it the hard way. He hoped he wouldn't be too late to save himself. After all, eventually there'd be a day then the Mandalorians' legacy of war would have to come to an end, and the next generations might be free from the curse of hate, agony and despair.

Seven years later

Emerald eyes look through binoculars, observing their target. They scan over the large towers rising from the large mass square form of the building. It was immense, rivaling some of the largest skyscrapers on Coruscant. The Jedi Temple, the main headquarters and home to the Jedi Order. His target.

Smirking Ares Fett lowered the binoculars. He was beaming with excitement. This would be his greatest mission, and he intended to not only kick some serious Jedi ass, but to also bring back some noteworthy trophies.

"Wow." a voice next to him said. "I haven't seen that look in a while."

Ares looks over to his comrade and brother in arms, Dez Vizsla. Short blond hair on a head adorning a thin angular face with dull blue-grey eyes. His standard blue armor marked him as a common soldier, but he was far from normal in Ares' eyes. With a tall figure and wide frame he was a wall of raw strength and loyal

"I believe the last time I saw it was when you killed your first Jedi... what two? Three years ago?" Another voice said.

Ares laughs. "Five, actually. I beat him with my bare hands, took his lightsaber, and thrust it right into his heart." He closed his eyes and breathed in. "The look of hopelessness as the light left his eyes..." He sighed.

"O~kay. Calm down the murder boner. You won't get any girl like that, let alone getting married." Dez joked.

Ares punched him in the arm, playfully but with some force behind it. "If I was interested in getting a girl I might care, but I'm not. War is my wife, and these-" He pulls out his pistol blasters. "These are my daughters. The perfect family."

Dez laughed, followed by Ares. When they were done the donned a serious tone.

"You ready for this?"

"You mean sneaking with you into the Jedi's most sacred place, breaking into their safe, stealing some of their secret and valuable records, with hundreds of Jedi masters, knights and padawans swarming the place, with no idea if we'll come out alive?" Dez asked, dramatically.

"If you want to make it sound boring." Ares raised a brow, smiling.

Dez returned the smile. "You know I would follow you anywhere."

They nodded in brotherly respect to one another. Putting on their helmets, together they said, "Helmet on, heart gone." The mantra was a tradition they did before a mission. A kind of good luck charm.

Walking over to the edge of the building they were on, they leaped out into the skies of Coruscant's airship roads. After a small angular descent of a few hundred feet their jetpacks powered up and they headed straight for the Jedi Temple.

'Here we come Jedi.' Ares thought. 'Let's see how you tough you are when we know your ideals, teachings, and your darkest secrets.' Under his helmet a malicious grin spread across his face.

'Let's see how the Jedi handle fighting their own teachings. Once this war is over, all the galaxy will see who the greater warriors are!' Under his helmet his grin was close maniacal. 'Long live Mandalore!'

AN: So that's all I've got for this so far. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think. Every opinion counts and matters to me, and helps so much to continuing and adding onto this story. Thanks again to everyone and I hope to see you all again next time with, Chapter One: A Legend Begins