Post-Legacy Project

Started: 21Apr17 | Updated: 22Apr17, 29Apr17, 30Apr17, 13May17
==Excerpt==
==Legacy: Dunamis, Part 2½==
==Legacy: Dunamis, Part 1 (Power)==
Jedi of the Beyond era
Chapter I
Corso Marek sat despondently at the bar counter, half-dazed by the tankard of spiced Corellian ale he had just ingested, it's been three weeks since he lost his job running freight out of Nar Shaddaa thanks to his former co-pilot's incompetence by letting a nest of cannoks eat their cargo, he sulked in his own self-pity as he gulped down a swig of ale. The only good thing that came from his contract's termination was the severance pay that he used to pay for drinks after arriving on Ord Sedra.
For awhile he felt okay but after the credits began to dwindle from alcohol consumption, room and board and the neighborhood street rats that picked his pockets on his first day in Adarra he couldn't but grow bitter and accept th poor situation he was dealt. before he grimaced at the loud clamoring behind him.
The man placed a hand over his ear from roaring noise and looked back; a crowd of denizens were huddle over a caged pit, cheering and spewing obscenities all the while clasping credits and other valuables. Obviously gambling.
"What's with all the excitement?" Corso asked turning back to the burly Cathar bartender.
"His Excellency Garra Jallissii Abai—y'know that fat slug that owns this place, started shockboxing matches recently."
He looked back again. "Interesting."
“If you'd like to place a bet, I could arrange it." Corso heard someone say. He turned to his right and saw an aqua-skinned.
Nautolan grinning at him. He was too well dressed to be in a slum like this; a pressed black jacket with khaki dress pants and clean black boots. Despite being well-dressed Corso could tell he was a sly one from what he could decipher from his time as a clerk for the Telos Security Force.
:Get away from me scum. He thought, but aloud he only managed to say, "Really?"
:"Might I suggest Zek, the Lok Revenant. They say he was killed in a match on Lok after a shockglove malfunctioned and stopped his heart, but he came back to life and won.”
Corso raised an eyebrow. "So you're guaranteeing I'll win?"
The Nautolan only smiled.
:"Alright," he felt around in his pocket and frowned when he couldn't find what he was looking for. "Sorry, uh—"
:"Blitz, my friends call me Blitz."
:"Sorry, friend, looks like I'm out of money."
:"Don't you worry, Blitzy will help you. How much?"
:"I was hoping for twelve hundred. I need to buy transport off this world." Blitz smiled again and removed a gold credit voucher from a pocket on the inside of his coat, and held it up.
:"Just one thing: nterest is ten percent."
Corso hesitated for a second before answering. "Put me down for twelve hundred. On the Feeorin, Zek."
The Nautolan toyed with the voucher, "Pleasure doing business with you..."
:"Corso."
:"It's been a pleasure, Corso." With another quick grin he left the counter and headed into the back of the cantina. I'm a karking idiot. Corso sighed and his head sunk into his arms.
:"Please tell me I didn't just make a big mistake." Corso turned back to the bartender.
The bartender simply grabbed a mug and poured some fresh coffeine, then slid it across the counter to Corso. "We all learn from the mistakes we make."
The young man sighed again and sipped from the mug. Damn it.
*
Jai'ga Shan, a Mandalorian soldier skulked through the alley in town of Adarra. When she came to the mouth of the alley she stopped in her tracks and held up her hand signalling a full stop to the people behind her. She peered around the corner, seeing nothing but a few civilians passing by a fountain adorned with a statue of a man holding a spear, she reared back and signaled for her allies to follow her as she moved toward the statue. "Sariah, map, now." She said, holstering her blaster.
A female Mandalorian pulled up a miniature holo-map on her gauntlet.
"Okay, we're supposed to be here by the fountain, right, Dyre?"
"Yeah, these are the coordinates I got from the baron." He confirmed.
"So where the hell is the contact?" Sariah stood up and deactivated the holo-map, "Sir, I don't like this."
A male Mandalorian removed his helmet and chuckled, "Come on, Gallé, I'll help you loosen up."
"Sann'tiago please, I've seen you without your armor, and kad'ika, you got nothing to offer me."
He jutted out a finger at Sariah, "Hey! ... it was cold that night."
Trying to ignore them, Jai'ga looked around, and realization panged the back of her head like a shot from a flechette. "Take cover!"
Her warning came too late when Sann'tiago fell to a sniper shot to the head, Fetch and Ahto went down as well. Sariah yelled Sann'tiago's name as she and the remaining Mandalorians ducked for cover dragging the fallen bodies along.
"Damn it all, that chakaar set us up." Jai'ga seethed, ducking behind the fountain. "We got the Kadd'ej's dogs all over us."
"With the Vel'asii threatening him, I can't say I blame him; they have ways of making people talk."
She stood up and fired off a few rounds, striking one of the Vel'asii in the chest. "You'd know better than me, eh vod?"
"If you wanna get something off your chest, now's the time seeing as how we might die today."
She dropped back down as the Mandalorians started firing, Sariah in particular, tears and vengeance in her eyes.
"How could you let yourself get captured, Dyre? You're the best warrior I know, why would you?"
"You don't understand." He grimaced when a bolt grazed the stone beside his head.
She popped off another round. "Then tell me. If we're gonna die here, I want to know."
He hesitated but the constant badgering about it, he soon gave in, "I lost myself, all right!" He said finally, shooting a bolt through a Vel'asii's cranium, giving him a craniofacial as he fell in a burnt husk, "I karking lost myself!"
Jai'ga smiled at the fallen corpse then looked at the man beside her. "Seems like the lost is now found again, vod." Shan and Dyre stared into each others eyes for a few moments before the blaster fire reacquired their attention. Several Vel'asii skulked in alleys and on the rooftops surrounding the fountain, firing from several angles; one of their rounds scraped some paint off Sariah's helmet, a fragment of the crystallized flechette broke off and pierced her neck, just barely missing a major blood vessel. She went down quickly.
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Corso backed into a corner as Blitz and his two thugs crowded him
===Version 2===
Corso Marek sat despondently at a dingy table in the seediest cantina he could find in town of Adaara on the the agricultural world of Ord Sedra wishing he hadn't just made the fourth biggest mistake of his as he watched the man he just bet the remains of his severance pay on go down after taking a shock-glove to the jaw.
:No! He whimpered silently, then cursed aloud as his bookie came to collect his earnings. "Hey, Blitz, I--"
The Nautolan loan shark crept up to his table with two others, one was large even for a Gamorrean and the other was a Rodian female clad in green leather that clung to her skin, almost blending in.
:"Save it, sleemo, where's the money?"
Corso took a quick a sip from his glass of juma before the Nautolan slapped it away in a fit of frustration.
:"Last chance, human, you've been dodging me for weeks. Pay me now or I'll bring your head back to Garra."
As the young human began to studder he noticed the Rodian and Gamorrean were moving closer to him and he watched as Blitz moved his coat to brandish the bejeweled blaster pistol he had tucked safely in his belt holster.
Corso looked around at the denizens occupying the cantina, they were watching but careful not to say anything then he looked to the Cathar bartender, Odon, he met earlier this week who shook his head.
:"No one's going to cross the Hutts for you, hu--" Blitz paused mid-sentence when he heard a bolt of blue go past his eye and strike his Rodian companion who went limp in seconds. Angered, he swiveled around, removing the blaster from his belt. "Who was it?" He roared.
Corso mouthed the words 'Thank you' to the bartender then took advantage of the confusion and snuck past the Gamorrean, exiting through the back door to the establishment.
==Legacy: Dunamis, Part 2 (222 ABY, 224 ABY)==
Dunamis
Part 2
Corso Marek sat despondently at a dingy table in the mess hall at Outpost Lok, the main camp for the Mandalorians on Zanbar, and of course being the only non-Mandalorian there he was forced to sit alone, as the others considered him dar mana or something similar.
He slowly muched on the stale bread and stew he was given, careful not to make eye contact with anyone and paused only to acknowledge the woman who invited him as she walked to his table.
"Room for another?" She asked, setting her tray down.
Corso only had time to say, "Of course." before she was already seated, then he shyly continued his meal looking away from her.
"You know it's considered rude not make eye contact on a first date."
Marek sputtered and chuckled, "Date?" He looked her in the eye, noticing they were a beautiful shade of amethyst that accented her orchid skin tone perfectly. She was lovely and after a few seconds he realized he was staring too long and she commented.
"See something you like, red-eyes?" He hesitated and decided to change the subject but she began talking again. "So, tell me, what really made want to come with us? You wanted to escape, that was obvious, but what are you trying to escape?"
The young continued eating, stuffing his mouth with stew-soaked bread and chugging a cup of a liquid that tasted like something akin to rum but stronger and he coughed, turned and puked off the the side of the table. Moments later he heard uproarous laughter and happened to look up at the culprit who spiked his drink: Jey'Ro.
A large part of Corso wanted to walk up and beat the Twi'lek until he bled from every orifice but the passive side of him won, as it always did and he sat back down.
recruit?"
==Legacy: Dunamis, Part 3 (230 ABY-?)==
{{Started: 22Apr17 | Updated: 13May17, 21May17, 27May17, 28May17,
Dunamis
Part 3
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The Jare, an assault shuttle strafed across the arboreal surface of Marrakesh to its objective, dodging enemy laserfire as it glided, the transport flying on the port-side wasn't so lucky as it was shot down almost immediately after dropping from the Dorjander. Mandalorian Knight Hanna Nettic grimaced at the loss, half a dozen warriors gone before even joining the battle, then looked to her companions with a furrowed brow before donning her helmet.
:"War never changes, vode." She said, her helmet's voice modulator making her sound more stoic than she meant to.
Grasping the handle-bar overhead, Hanna silently braced herself and concentrated on the upcoming fight; placing a hand on her lightsaber she unclipped it from her belt. Moments later, her ride came to swift stop and hovered, in unison she and her companions uniformly jumped out and watched as the Jare took off.
Without words she and her team moved in to the tree-line and concealed themselves in its shadow, trying to preserve their stealth in the area. Still, Hanna listened and surveyed the area for several minutes before pulling her comlink.
:"Nite Hawks to Aurek. Insertion complete."
:"Copy. Give 'em hell, Hanna."
==Legacy: Agon (Struggle) (231 ABY)==
{{Started: 6Feb17 | Updated: 22Apr17/27May17/12Dec18
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:"Cory... please." His father held up a hand, struggling to do even that made the Mandalorian almost feel sorry for the old man. His fingers trembled with effort to hold it and out of pity he didn't even know he had for the man Corso gently grasped it and moved closer to the bedside. 
Feeling the withering skin in his gloved hand and staring into the green eyes of his father only reminded him of his childhood. It partly reminded of the fear he felt before a beating and the made him want to drop the man's hand and leave the planet behind him forever but he quickly abandoned the idea. See it through, for Tiya.
He didn't want to be angry with Aeron any longer, he used up all that rage to make himself stronger, to get where he was currently: Mandalore, commander of an army, favored ally to an empire, lover of a beautiful woman. Were it not for the hardship that was his childhood he wouldn't be where he was now.
Even knowing that, he wasn't sure if he could forgive his father, but he did know that he could thank him.
:"Thank you." He said aloud as tears cascaded down his cheeks and a crooked smile formed on his lips. A moment later he let go of his father's hand, stood and vacated the room, ignoring the glances of Sariah, Aayla and the rest of his relatives.
He moved himself outside of the house where he was greeted by nightfall's grace, the light from the moon beamed over the nearby lake with a lovely brilliance.
:"You alright?" He heard Aayla say from behind him. Corso turned around half-way to acknowledge her, he stared blankly at his friend, not knowing what to say. "It's okay, you know? To feel something for him."
:"I only feel thankful to him. Nothing more."
She stepped toward him and grabbed his hands, wrapping them in hers, "I don't buy that."
:"I don't care."
:"Liar." She said with a wry smile.
Without warning, tears began forming again and Aayla pulled him close and held him. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity; the faint sound of water trickling and nearby wildlife was all there was for a long time. He was thankful to her as well, rage wasn’t all that got him to where he was now, it was her support that saved him from certain death. He liked her, but she was right, he did care. For relatives, even though they weren't the most graceful family growing up, they were his and he no longer wanted to be absent.
:"I have an idea."
.....
==Legacy: Contingency==
Mandalore finds his mother.
{{Started: 13Dec18| Updated: 14Dec18/
The Crusader glided seamlessly through hyperspace towards its new destination after departing Telos Four
Corso sat quietly on his bunk in his private quarters aboard the Crusader, a sharp vibrodagger twiddling between his fingers as anxiously gave thought to the last thing his father said to him. What he's wondered most of his young life. The location of his mother.
==Legacy: Pistis (Faith)==
==Legacy: Polemos (War)==
==Additional Stuff==
===Tidbit===
{{S: 28MAY17 | U:
Tidbit, is an anthology series within the anthology that is Legacy.
====Daddy?====
{{S: 28MAY17 | U:
1 hour After Marrakesh.
Lctn: The Huntress (Jai'ga Shan's ship)
Ascending from the surface of the scarred planet, the gunship Jare, landed in the hangar of the Huntress. Sitting back in his seat next to the open bay door, Corso Marek grasped the grip of his rifle, tightly wrapping his fingers around it, the green of the "All Clear" sign glistening off his vine-coffeine face, his agitated state clearly visible to the eight of his fellow Mandalorians and the pilot Aayla Vao.
Knowing his pain the Mandalorians including Hanna Nettic disembarked the gunship as Aayla walked over and sat next to him with a sorrowful expression on her face. "Corso, I'm sorry."
Marek chuckled and his red eyes slowly wandered from his rifle until they made contact with the Twi’lek; he'd seen her once before, but only a glimpse as a passerby while he was aboard the Dorjander, now she was in clear view. Lavender skin clad in the attire of a typical smuggler and eyes as blue as the ocean world Manaan, beautiful even for a Twi'lek, but at the moment it was lost on him.
===Old Friends===
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OLD FRIENDS
The Soontir Fel II, a Dauntless-class dreadnought hovered over the Imperium world of Dekor eerily silent aside from sounds of meek resistance against the boarded forces. Imperial Knight and commander of the vessel Najan Aymes stood ready alongside the bridge crew to make a final stand against the intruders.
Aymes watched as the blast doors to the bridge were being cut through by a red torch.
No, a lightsaber. He said to himself. "Karking hell, it's the Sith! Get ready."
Soon the blade was done and removed, the sound of heated plasma cutting through metal was replaced by heavy metallic groaning.
"Move!" Aymes ordered just as cut slab of durasteel was launch at them crashing into a series of consoles and crushing the bodies of two officers. "Fierfek!" He exclaimed as he got up.
Before he could regain himself he felt the cold grip of an invisible hand around his neck and was brought back to his knees.
"No, no, don't get up." A man said as he stepped through onto the bridge, surrounded by a group of soldiers clad in black and red armor and two other individuals in dark robes and carrying lightsabers. "My associates and I will acquaint ourselves with the ship."
"What do you want, Sith Lord?"
The man smiled, "Lord? You presume much, Knight, I've yet to become true Sith, I am merely an apprentice, but the title will be mine soon enough."
"Indeed, apprentice." Aymes gasped at the familiar voice and his eye went wide when he saw the face of someone he never thought he would see again: Mirakk.
"YOU TRAIT--" He struggled to say before the apprentice clasped tighter around his throat.
Mirakk moved close to the Imperial Knight and did nothing but grin before moving to the viewport, overlooking the planet it orbited.
"Apprentice, do you know how many people are on this planet?"
"A few million, Master."
"Billions."
===Old Friends (v2)===
v1 was thought to belost. Restart. Part of Legacy/PLP
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Sith Lord Lelal Mekha walked the durasteel panels that made up the flooring of the bridge, the mighty Triumphant, an Imperious-class Star Destroyer; a decades-old vessel in service to the Fel Imperium that now glided aimlessly and damaged as armor-clad troopers stormed its halls massacring its crew. Lelal moved with his apprentice tailing closely behind him, stopping a few feet away from a wounded Rodian armed with a silver-bladed lightsaber who was standing guard in front of a young girl.
"You–ugh! You will not have her." The Rodian declared as he clutched his side. Lelal noticed the alien's bloodied hand covering a protruding rib bone. The Sith Lord flexed his wrist and the Rodian screamed in anguish as the bone was snatched from his side, the dark-red droplets of his blood poured through his fingers, staining his clothing and the floor. He slumped over slightly, still managing to hold himself up through sheer willpower. A true testament to the Imperial Knights.
"I never cared to slaughter the helpless myself, but if you force my hand I will cut you down." Lelal quickly turned his attention to the child and tried to appear friendly, he formed a warped representation of what was meant to be a smile and the girl only stared, refusing to cower further behind the wounded Knight but she didn’t encourage him either.
“Fearless,” He chuckled, “A fine example of the Fel line, even at such young age. She would be a fine addition.”
Lelal’s apprentice shifted and took a step forward. “Just her guardian to deal with then, Master.”
“Quite right, old friend.” Lelal placed his hands on his belt. “Be quick, Malin.”
Malin removed his lightsaber from his belt and moved toward the Rodian, taking three steps before activating his crimson blade and easily swatting the Knight’s attempt at an attack. Lelal grinned at the pathetic display, his confidence was more attuned to his status as a Knight of the Fel Imperium than his skill with a blade at the moment. Malin used the Force to pry the lightsaber from the Knight’s failing grip, whisking the deactivated hilt against the observation window.
“Like slaughtering cattle.” Malin scoffed as he raised his weapon to strike down the Rodian, and with one swift motion he carved diagonally through his torso and watched as the alien’s cauterized flesh separated and fell to the floor.
Lelal watched as the child showed little reaction to her guardian being cut down in front of her. “She will make a fine addition to the Order.”
Malin nonchalantly moved from his master’s path as he approached the girl and kneeled before her, “How would you like to come with me, child?”
The girl held her tongue but her hazel eyes spoke volumes when they left his and not a moment later he heard the hiss of an activating lightsaber while simultaneously feeling the twinge of excruciating agony in his chest. He could only look to see the red blade protruding from his sternum before it retracted and sagged to the floor.
“Your legacy, my Order, old friend.” Malin replaced his weapon on his hip and knelt in his master’s stead. “What’s your name?”
She hesitated for a moment, “Cherith Syal.”
“You’ve quite the fire, Cherith.” He reached out an inviting hand, “Let me teach you to wield it.”
Cherith stared at the imposing man for a long moment before accepting, “Yes, Master.”
===Commencement===
====Aayla Vao====
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The Missionary
====Dark Brotherhood====
One of the thousands of planets annexed by ancient Sith, Sarakos was once a world religious celebration by the native inhabitants coerced by their conquerors, eventually developing into genuine devotion and worship resulting in the construction of many temples and other sites of reverence.
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(S:23JAN2109|U:24JAN2019/)
Walking the decrepit cobblestone that made up the flooring of the Sakarosi Sith Temple, Darth Malin admired the stonework as he made his way to the main chamber, depictions of the great battles fought by the Sith of time past encrusted the walls; a lionized illustration of the strength of Sith long dead slaughtering their enemies and standing victorious. The corner of Malin's mouth wishing he had the experience of a galaxy of Jedi to challenge, but quickly dismissed the notion as quickly as they manifested. The time will come.
Statues of exalted Sith Lords were staggered along the corridor, the conquerors of the world on which the temple was constructed; a place of devotion and worship millenia ago, now derelict and left to folklore of the current inhabitants of the planet, and soon to be a place of Sith once more. An academy to train the next generation of Sith acolytes.
As he neared the chamber he could hear the disgruntled mumbling of his fellows, one of which he recognized instantly as Darth Kanis.
.
===Echo===
===Star Wars: Rise: Prologue (II)===
"You know this'll never work, Jai." Rik said as he looked over the edge of the building they were on, it was a long way down. The residential towers of Coruscant upper class were known to many in the lower levels to be the leading cause of politicians' deaths behind the Emperor's temper and assassination by a crime lord. Rik looked at Jai with an edgy expression; they were tasked with stealing from the del la Serre family residence.
The teen simply chuckled and lifted the ventilation duct, the sound of the rusted metal grated against their ears. Jai held up the cable to his harness. "Come on, be a sport."
"Fine," Rik took the cable in both hands and gripped it tightly, "but the first sight of the boys in white and I'm out."
Jai chuckled again as he lowered himself down, "Sure, buddy." He looked around the dark room and immediately found what he was looking for, or what Suura was looking for, an crimson-colored gem in an illuminated glass display case. It was apparently called the (Te'Qet Talisman), that's all Suura bothered to tell him. He didn't care why the Hutt wanted it or what it was, all he needed to know was that that shiny rock was going to feed him and Rik for next month.
He set his boots down on the floor as softly as he could and walked toward the gem. Too easy, he thought as he crept, he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his mind like something was trying to tell him to leave immediately; he shrugged it off and instead he gripped the corners of the case with gloved hands and lifted.
Suddenly, the doors to the room burst open and his body was overcome with stillness. Remain calm, maybe they haven't seen you yet. He lied to himself.
"Intruder!" A woman's voice cried, likely Mrs. Madine.
On second thought. Run! Jai smashed the case with his elbow, grabbed the gem and hid it in his pocket. He yanked on the cable and was pulled back up to the roof. "We got trouble."
"I heard. We need a fast exit."
Jai pointed to the next building, a ten-foot gap from there position. "We could always jump."
Rik shook his head. "You can, I wanna live."
Jai rebutted with a shake of his head, "Yeah, live and be the Empire's (bitch)."
"Point taken."
After a few moments of debating they heard the clomping of heavy boots coming toward them and looked at each other, knowing. The boys in white, Imperial stormtroopers.
They didn't hesitate when they saw the white helmet, Jai and Rik started running and made a leap of faith. Something in Jai's mind felt distorted in the air like something pushed him ahead; when the edge of the building neared they tucked their legs and rolled, they grunted but stood quickly and gave the stormtroopers the one finger salute before running toward the stairs down to the nearest turbolift.
"Well, that was fun." Jai laughed, resting against the lift's wall.
===Fool's Errand===
{{Started: 7Jun15 | Updated: 22Apr17
Excitement rushed through him as he ran through the streets of Mayfare, ducking and dodging obstacles on his way to the Imperial Royal Palace, he neared and slowed to a steady walk when he saw an Imperial Knight's crimson armor. When the knight turned his head he caught the boy's eye who nervously waved at him.
"Hello, Master Kyne." He said, bowing slightly.
The gaunt faced Knihht's expression and voice was stoic as usual "Arren."
With that out of the way, he made his way past the security check point, then resumed running. There was no stopping him now. The Grand Hall of the palace was empty at this time, the spaciousness of it was awe-inspiring even after years of roaming them as a child. The walls spoke of the history of the Empire, how the great schism led to its creation and even had portraits of their leaders from founder Emperor Soonter Fel to his granddaughter Teresia the current monarch, and one day her daughter would have a place decorating the hall.
Arren Banteri slowed himself again as he came to the end of the hall and approached a door, he opened it and stepping inside he surveyed the area, just a bed and bathroom. Without warning he felt someone cover his eyes and wrap legs around his waist, tightly as not to slip.
"Guess who." A female voice said. She nibbled his ear lobe and he took a wild guess.
"Elsa Ghent?"
She chuckled, "No." Then climbed off him and moved over to the bed giving him a full view of Her Royal Highness Priya Fel, his best friend since he was seven. She was a few inches shorter than him now since he grew during his time in basic training, he grew a bit of facial hair and muscle too, but not much. She eyed him then came close, she was studying him. "You seem excited." Priya glared then smiled when she realized. "You got in!"
Arren smiled as well unable to contain it. "I did. I am now an official member of the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps. Private Banteri at your service, milady."
"My service, huh?" She stepped closer and touched his cheek, "You will follow my orders without question?"
"Yes, princess." He turned his head slightly and grabbed her hand, "You know I care for you, right?"
"Of course."
He sighed, "I ship out tomorrow. To Yinchorr with the Three-Twelfth Legion." She moved her hand away, "And you don't want me to be hurt." "No. I don't things to go unsaid. In case I—"
Priya grabbed his arm and yanked hard, bringing his face closer to her and planted a passionate kiss upon his lips. "I've wanted to do that for a long time, you know."
"Ditto."
"Will you stay the night with me?"
"Of course." He leaned in and kissed her back.
==Timeline==
===3670 BBY===
*Aurek is born.
===3662 BBY===
*Aurek is recruited by Arkon and Kes Okari on Atalia to be the first Mandalorian Knight at age eight.
===3653 BBY===
*Mandalorian Knight vessels Dorjander, Exile and Canderous disappear from Usari system.
===127 ABY===
*Soontir Fel II, brother of Emperor Roan Fel, secedes from the Fel Empire in the aftermath of the Treaty of Anaxes, in preparation of the eventual betrayal at the hands of the One Sith allies, bringing those loyal with him further into the Unknown Regions.
===175 ABY===
*Princess Teresia Fel is born to Soontir Fel II's child.
===circa. 200 ABY===
*Corso and Tiya Marek are born. (approximate date)
*Riyo disappears from Telos IV. (approximate date)
===207 ABY===
*Arren Banteri is born on Dékor, to Imperial Military personnel Sergeant Arya and Captain J. Korrhen.
*Princess Jaina Fel is born on New Bastion.
===209 ABY===
*Princess Cherith Fel was born on New Bastion.
===212 ABY===
*Jai is born in the Coruscant Underworld.
*Rurik is born on Coruscant.
===220 ABY===
*Kedd'ej Covenant attacks Outpost Skirata on Shogun slaughtering its inhabitants and take Rohan Dyre captive. Dyre eventually escapes.
===221 ABY===
*Mandalorian Knights reappear, but are stranded on Vendaxa. Outpost Vizla is set up.
*Aayla Vao strikes deal with Mandalorian Knights to deliver crystals and other supplies to them on Vendaxa to repair their ships.
*Ran Dyre and others begin voicing concerns about destruction of Mandalorian colonies, but words fall on deaf ears.
===222 ABY===
Corso Marek fired from cargo-hauling, arrives on Ord Sedra.
*Ran Dyre and others covertly form the New Mandalorian Crusaders on Zanbar to combat the new threat.
**Dyre sends a detachment to Ord Ssedra when tipped off by a contact that a group of aliens claim responsibility for the destruction of Mandalorian colonies. Jai'ga Shan and his son Rohan leads the expedition.
***Intel confirmed and Mandalorians are led into a trap by the revealed Kedd'ej Covenant.
***Skirmish on Ord Sedra begins.
*Corso Marek, reluctantly get involved in the skirmish and begrudgingly joins the Mandalorians.
*Corso decides to stay and become a Mandalorian after an elightening converstion with Jai'ga Shan. After completion of intial training he receives armor from Shan.
===224 ABY===
*Mandalorians come in contact with Fel Imperium and become allies against the resurgent Sith and Kedd'ej Covenant after the skirmish aboard Phoenix Rises.
===225 ABY (Knights)===
*
===227 ABY===
Battle for Marrakesh begins.
===228 ABY===
*Rally Master Marek meets and convinces Knights to join the war effort and joins the Marrakesh campaign with them.
===230 ABY===
*Corso is promoted to commander and eventually participates in what became known as the Fall of Marrakesh.
*Ran Dyre and Jai'ga Shan die during the Fall of Marrakesh, leaving Marek heartbroken.
*Corso is elected to become the next Mandalore, being the first in over fifty years to be worthy of the title, taking the mantle of "Mandalore the Crusader".
===231 ABY===
*Corso heads to Telos IV to visit his dying father. Aeron Marek dies.
*Clan Marek is established from the remains of the Marek family.
**Tiya Marek joins the New Mandalorian Crusaders.
===231 ABY--?===
*Corso adopts Halsey into Clan Marek.
==Misc.==
Legacy: Contingency
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Dunamis
Part 3
He stared at it with intrigue as he sat across from his host. The weapon of the Sith and Imperial Knights, and the tool of the Jedi Order upon the waist of one clad in the armor of his people. It was a strange sight to behold and one he would take to his grave.
"Like it?" Aurek asked, removing the weapon from his hip. The Knight watched as the Crusader analyzed his weapon. Corso ran fingers along the handle, noticing the engraved initials upon it written in Mando'a.
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