Farewell Old Friend

Jango Fett sat in the cockpit of his ship cursing a up a storm. He had gone through the footage of the incident several times but he could not get any new information. His friend Marcus was dead along with his wife Lara. Their son taken by a Jedi. For the fifth time he ran through the footage.

*"Well we― ... ―have anyth― ... ―orry about Master Jedi. Our son― ... ―not a Force-sensitive."*

*"―you― ... ―give your child to me."*

*"I'm afraid not― ... ―an you prove― ... ―you are a Jedi?"*

*"Marcus! GET BACK!"*

*"What was―"*

*"It― ... ―He's come for Jarik!"*

*"You will not escape!"*

No matter what he did he could get any new information. Who the demagol responsible for this. Jango turned the camera off. Slamming his fist into the arm rest of his seat. He wished he could go to that temple on Couruscant and rescue Jarik and also paint the halls of the perpetrator who caused this murder with his brains. However, unlike the force on Couruscant lead by Shae Vizla he did not have a massive army to accomplish his goal. If he tried he just get himself killed. Cursing he deiced to at least do something for Marcus and Lara. Putting on his helmet he activated the bio sensor. He programed it to look for Marcus and Lara. Getting out of his ship he began his search. After a few hours he came across a mound of dirt. It looked like nothing special but the DNA tracks of Marcus and Lara lead here. Pressing a button on his gauntlet he exrayed the mound. After a few moments he saw the bodies. This redoubled his rage. So much for the honor of Jedi kirrfing Jedi. First, he kills the parent of the child he kidnaps and then he buries them without ceremony. His rage only increased when he realized that Marcus’s amour had been taken. “What was with this demagol. He had heard stories of Jedi who had went bad such as Revan. But even he never committed something like this!” Bellowing with Rage Jango aimed his WESTAR-34 blaster pistol into the air and fired of an entire clip. After calming down he knew what he had to do. Marking the area, he went back to his ship. Grabbing a shovel and two hover pads he went over to transport the bodies. Next, he went over to console he switched it on. After a few minutes it lite two revel two females. One was a pink Toydarian. The other was a brown skinned unknown race. Seeing who they were calling both smiled. The Toydarian spoke first. “Jango honey what’s up. Need some help for a mission going on with Marcus. How is he, Lara and little Jari doing?” She asked in a sweet tone.

Maz noticed something was bothering him. “Jango what’s the matter?” she asked in concern. Jango sighed not enjoying repeating himself. “Marcus and Lara are dead. Jarik is gone.” He said bluntly but the grief was in his voice.

Both were shocked beyond belief. “Dead it can’t be?!” said a horrified Maz. “What happened Jango? Who did this? Just tell me who did this and I will get a group to make what the son of a-” Said Roz who was purple with rage. “It won’t do any good Roz. It was some kirrfing Jedi. He came in and demanded Jarik. The Parent refused him. Then the Shabuir kills them! Then takes the child stole the armor and then buries the bodies without ceremony.” He finished barely restraining his rage.

Both gasped at the story. Then Maz spoke first. “That can’t be sure I known of some jedi that are self-righteous scum, but I never heard of a Jedi doing this.” She said

Roz other hand snorted in disgust. “I wouldn’t be surprised remember what happened on Galidraan the Jedi assumed you had massacred a peaceful protest. Then instead of finding out the truth they rushed in to battle you and Silas were the only ones to make out alive because Marcus and his brother showed up. Let’s face it the Jedi of today are not like the ones of old.” She finished with a snort of disgust.

Maz sighed in defeat even though she did not still believe that a Jedi had perpetrated this outrage. Seeing that Maz did not believe him, Jango sent them both a copy a recording of the event. Both women listened to the entire event. After ending Roz was shaking with rage. “Curse those Jedi to lowest pits of Chaos!” she swore

While Maz made a silent prayer for Marcus and Lara.

Roz looked at Jango. “We got to do something! We can’t let them get away with this!” she yelled.

Jango and Maz shock their heads sadly. “Roz there is nothing we can do.” Said Jango saying the words like he was swallowing poison before he continued. “We would need an army to storm the temple. We could never put together a crew crazy enough to storm the temple.”

“Jango’s right Roz I want to make the monster who did this pay but it can’t be done.” Said Maz with equal sadness.

The fire was going out but she still blustered. “Surly Raman would want to –” began Roz

Before Jango cut her with a snort of disgust. “Raman, Raman! That aruetyc shabuir mir’osik piece of hutt slime?! He threw Marcus out for marrying Lara. Just because her great, great, great something grandfather beat us battle! We have a reason to despise Reven but should we hold all of his decedents in contempt? No, we should let them be judged for their own actions. But every mandolorain I have ever met wants to see the line wiped out. What a bunch of fools!” Jango said with contempt.

Sighing in defeat Roz looked at him. “Alright Jango what do you want?” she asked

Looking at them Jango explained what he wanted. “I wanted an embalmer, a large head stone and coffin for two. No questions asked.” He stated. As he transmitted the details for the size of the coffin and what the tomb stone would be made of and look like.

Both Maz and Roz nodded to him. “Right away I will have the guy you need be there within a few hours. But it will expensive to get him there,” She warned. “Same thing with the stone,” warned Maz.

“Tell them I will pay double,” Jango replied. Not caring how much it would coast. Nodding both sent him the amount they would need for the items. Jango transformed them the credits and went outside the ship with his gear. Trotting back to the area, he soon reached the spot. Glad he had his helmet on he proceeded to dig. Sweat poured of his body as he dug into the ground after a couple hours of digging he came across the bodies. Instead of finding the bloated and starting to decay they looked like they had recently died. “Must be the force,” thought Jango. He heaved Marcus’s and Lara’s bodies out of the ground. He then placed place them gently on the carts. He then began to dust them. Washing as much filth and grime. They looked more at peace. Jango felt his heart ache seeing them like this. He felt his face sting as tear went down his face. Crushing his sadness, he pushed the cart to where the bodies would be buried. Going to a hill where another grave was located. On it read here rests Claynel Shan. Devoted husband, loving father and caring grandfather. May he rest in peace.

Another wave of grief and rage came across Jango. He remembered the grumpy cantankerous farther of Lara. He remembered all the times he had intimated Marcus a number of times as he courted Lara. It had been funny to watch his friend who had charged into enemy positions blazing with fire. Terrified of an elderly man. It had reminded Jango of his biological who had father terrified the boys that his sister Arla had dated on his farm back on Concord Dawn. Sighing sadly, he erected a canvas to protect the bodies from the sun. Then he began to dig the grave. Hours passed as the hot sun of Chandrila. Sweat ran off Jango like water from a stream, but he ignored it. He focused on digging the grave. Once he had finished he stepped out. As he looked at the grave he had dug. A ship flew overhead. Drawing his blaster in case of trouble it landed. The Ship landed softly and a Givin walked out. Dressed in black with a medallion on his chest. “I take it you are client for whom I have been hired for?” he asked in a polite and somewhat hollow voice. “Yes, I am answered,” Jango.

“Excellent I’m Valcint Pricors. Please tell me where are the cadavers you wish me to embalm? Also, how would you like them to be dressed?” He asked

Jango pointed to the bodies of Marcus and Lara. “If your skilled I want you to make it look like they died in their sleep and peacefully. Also dress the woman in clothes similar to what she has on. Next man in clothes of a Mandalorian in yellow and stitch this symbol into it,” He said showing the symbol of Clan Ordo onto it.

The Givin nodded. “Very well what would you like for me to inscribe on the tomb-” he began before Jango cut him off.

“I will do it myself. It’s not for a discount it is because I knew them.” He said

“Very well,” the Givin replied as he went back into the ship to fetch his tools. Inside he asked his 2-1B medical to treat the bodies of Lara and Marcus. “3-9D I want you clean up the bodies and help while I prepare to embalm them also I want you to remove the marks on their body. “Yes master,” the droid replied. He then turned to his SE4 servant droid. “MG-201 get the measurement of the bodies and prepare these set of garments.” He ordered

The SE4 nodded. “Right away master.” Replied robotic servant. He scanned the bodies after getting the measurements he proceeded to head to the rear of the ship. He then began to sow the clothes. While he did this the bodies of Marcus and Lara were washed and cleaned. While the medical droid drained the bodies of their fluid and removed marks caused by the lightsaber. Valcint combed the hair and changed the structures of the bodies’ faces to look as if they were sleeping peacefully. After putting the clothes on the bodies were placed into a coffin side by side. With Marcus’s right-hand holding Lara’s left-hand. Turning to MG-201 he gave out and order. “MG-bring out the tablet and while I bring the bodies out.” He commanded

“Yes master,” the robot replied. He picked up a giant granite slab. He then followed his ghoulish master. Outside Jango was waiting for them. Seeing the bodies of Lara and Marcus laying peacefully together made him feel another wave of sadness. Knowing they had been curly robbed of life and their son was gone made his rage erupt again.

Valcint walked over to him. “Shall we lay them to rest while you carve into the stone?” he asked

Jango nodded yes. With that the coffin lid closed on the bodies of Marcus and Lara. Jango watch as the sun showered the bodies one last time. As they were lowered into the Earth. Jango took a laser and began to crave into the rock.

The epitaph read.

*Here Rests Marcus Sohl*

*Born 63 BBY-Died 34 BBY*

*A noble warrior, a loyal friend and brother, a faithful husband and loving father,*

*Here Rests Lara Shan*

*Born 61 BBY-Died 34 BBY*

*A gifted doctor, a loyal friend, a faithful wife and loving mother*

Between the names, Jango carved a circle to resemble the ring to symbolize their eternal love. Below that in Mandolorain it read.

*Baatir, vorer, kar’taylir, darasuum*

After pulling a cover over the ring he raised the slab up. Then he went over he saw the soil covering the coffin. Once it was complete Valcint turned to him. “Do you wish to say anything and can I provide you with flowers for the grave?” he asked

Jango looked at him. “Yes, but I would like to do it in private. Also, what flowers our you offering.”

Valcint became more animated. “How would millennium lilies do?” They bloom in the spring and last until winter. They regrow every year and can last for a thousand years. Also, each flower comes in a verity of colors.” He finished

Jango looked at him. “I will and how much will they coast?” he asked

“For you how about 2,000 credits.” He replied

“Very well I’ll pay,” he replied.

This surprised Valcint. He had expected to try and haggle the price. Deciding not to look a gift in the mouth he took the money. “Do you want me to plant them?”  He asked

Jango shock his head. “No, I will do it because I knew them.” He stated

Valcint nodded understanding. His droid brought the flowerers out. Jango took them and walked over to the graves. The flowers were beautiful. The petals of the flowers were intricately colored that changed colors as they went down. Starting from gold, to yellow. Yellow to green. Blue to purple. Red to pink. With white at the center. They seemed to glow with a crystal-like light. Walking over to the graves and began to plant them. As he planted them tears once again fell from his eyes. He remembered meeting Marcus on Concord Dawn after the massive blast and damaged the planet. Rescuing Jaster Mereel and becoming team mates. The battles they had fought against Death Watch. Fighting on both planets and space. Fighting back to against overwhelming odds. Marcus helping stop Montross after Jaster’s death on Korda Six. Marcus rescuing him and Silas on Galidraan. The final battle on Corellia. Both of them bursting onto Tor Vizla’s ship. Slaughtering the Deathwatch forces. The battle with on the planet’s surface. Taking out Tor’s reaming guards. With Marcus battling Gedyc in a fierce battle. His blades against his hammers. Fighting until the two could hardly move. Before Marcus stabbed him through the heart. Marcus tossing him one of his blades allowing him spill Tor’s blood and causing the Dire-Cats to eat him. Them bring back his remains ending the war. Both leaving during the exile of the clans. Ordo applauding him for punching Almec. For calling Drezden a fool that caused his son’s death. Starting life as a bounty hunter with Silas. Teaming up with Marcus on numerous missions. Tracking Montross to Chandrila. The three of them battling against Montross and his goons. Finishing off Montross in the final fight. Tragically Silas died of his injuries.

Meeting Lara and her father. Learning of her family. Watching Marcus and Lara falling love. Learning of her family. Watching Marcus and Lara falling love. Marcus going to Dxun with Lara and telling them about how he wished to be married. Drezden, Ravella and Je’ric giving their approval. Before Drezden could tell the truth behind the Mandolorain Wars, Durge attacking. The entire clan trying to bring down that demon. Drezden, Ravella, Je’ric and so many others being killed. Marcus being blamed from the event and banished. Both swearing one day to take down that monster.

Now it looked like it would be up to him, to fulfill that oath. Jango arriving a few days after Jarik’s birth. The missions Marcus and him went on to supply the family. Now all of it was gone because of a stupid dogmatic order.

Jango looked on with tears on with tears still in his eyes. After finishing planting the flowers at the grave site he hoped this brought Marcus and Lara some peace. He then heard an engine start up and he looked around to see the ship taking off. Realizing he was alone he looked at both the graves. “Marcus, Lara, I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help or protect Jarik. I know it isn’t much but I hope this brings you some peace. I promise I will come back and visit you both. I can’t help Jarik but if I ever get the chance to I will help him. You have my oath.” He said firmly.

With that he gazed at the setting sun. He decided to sing the Farewell of warrior to another.

*Farewell my old friends and my comrades*

*You who fought side by side with me*

*Across the fields of battle*

*Fighting back to back*

*Side by side*

*We shed our blood together and in doing so we became a family*

*Now must part until we meet again to fight again side by side*

Jango put on his helmet and walked away. Looking back at the grave he said his final words. “Farewell old friends.”