Heart of Mandalore Chapter 14

Axe Woves walked in the direction that the pilot was telling them to go. They stopped several times to check on Bo-Katan and Ursa. They were still alive, but they did not know for how much longer. They continued to walk for over 4 miles, still walking to preserve their fuel, in case they had to fly to the capital.

When it was the night, they stopped and set up camp, the 3 men taking turns taking watch, as Bo-Katan and Ursa slept. Bo-Katan woke up in the middle of that night and sat up. She nudged Ursa awake. They each knew that they had bad injuries, but they were asleep from the lack of air. Bo-Katan stuck her head out of their tent, and asked Axe, where they were, and what was going on.

“We are currently somewhere near an abandoned speeder yard, and we are on Mandalore, you were asleep since last night, from the lack of air, and injuries you suffered to your chest, and legs.”

Oh, so they had made it home.

“Why aren’t we at the capital?”

“The ship crashed, and we barely saved our lives.”

“And now let me guess, we’re heading towards the capital?”

“Yep. The pilot says that he knew an old speeder shop about 2 miles north of here, that we can use to get back.”

“When do we leave?”

“We? Bo, I think you’re still too weak to walk.”

“Nonsense, here, let me show you.”

She stood up. It was a mistake. Her legs felt wobbly, as she staggered to her right, almost falling if it weren’t for Axe.

“Thanks.” Said Bo, “I guess you were right.”

“I know, now get back in the tent, you need some rest.”

“No, you need some sleep, let me take watch.”

“No, there is no reason for them to travel back to Mandalore. They know that this is *our* world.”

“They knew that the last time, and yet they still attacked.”

“Who said they left last time?”

“I did.”

“How do you know?”

“I was once one of them. I’m not proud of it. I didn’t want to rebel against my sister, but I believed that Mandalorians should be warriors. I had no idea of Gar Saxon’s and Pre Vizsla’s intentions. Or, when Pre Vizsla hired Maul, I didn’t agree, and many of my fellow Mandalorians agreed. When Pre Vizsla was killed, we all believed in his beliefs, Mandalorians should be warriors, not people of peace. Maul believed that Mandalorians should help him get revenge. Several of us joined Satine again, but when she was killed, we started to take things into our own matter, creating the New Mandalorian Clans. A group of people who named their clans after their last name instead of something unique. Like I was once part of Clan Nite Owls, and now I’m apart of Clan Kryze, in fact, the last of Clan Kryze.”

“I see what you mean. Still, go back to sleep.”

“No, if anything, I give you orders!”

“Listen, who just saved your ass back there? ME! I think that I should get some respect.”

“I am giving you respect, by letting you get some rest.”

There was no point in arguing, it was no use. She walked back into the camp and saw Ursa playing a game of holo chess. Ursa still had her bag. Ursa still had her bag! She hadn’t used her homing beacon. Bo-Katan had. The beacon gives a signal to the factory, and the palace. If they activated it, it was possible that somebody could come and find them! She figured it was worth the try, she would lose nothing if it didn’t work, except anticipation. She asked Ursa for her bag.

“Yeah, what do you need?”

“I need your homing beacon. The signal always alerts the palace, it is possible that somebody might hear it, and send a search party to find us.”

“Well, I guess it’s worth a try. If it doesn’t work, or nobody hears it, it won’t be a problem, we still have full tanks to our jetpacks, and we also have a place to hopefully find some usable speeders.”

“I agree.”

Ursa handed Bo-Katan the beacon, as she activated it, and set it in the camp. Bo-Katan and Ursa played holo chess for some time, and then went back to sleep.