Beskar Iron Mine, Concordia
2:55 PM Local Time
"Very well then," you say out loud as Jango looks at you with what appeared to be curiosity. "I believe we can handle Vizsla, though I would like to offer you the chance to deal with him yourself, Fett."
Jango is silent for a few seconds before he responds with an icy cold "What's the catch?"
You chuckle darkly. "This is more of a reciprocating of good faith; I can tell that you wish to kill Vizsla yourself and I can give you the chance-."
"Through the Abyss Watchers-" Jango tries to interrupt-
"Most of whom have no real grudge against you," you counter, quickly silencing the counterargument before it can gain momentum. "In fact, you killing Vizsla at this point would benefit the organization even if you are doing it on someone else's behalf, and they would certainly be more inclined to trust that you are not an enemy...especially if you had someone testify on your behalf that you had no quarrel with the Abyss Watchers." You began to circle around Jango as he looks off into the distance, clearly judging his actions. "You can have your revenge. You can be reassured that you have one less enemy in the galaxy. And most relevantly, you will be able to complete your current contract more easily." You finish circling around him and stand in front of him, staring directly at his eyes. "The choice is yours."
A second of utter silence passes as Jango matches your gaze with equal intensity. Two seconds. Three. Then-
"Why are you doing this then? What do you gain?" he asks, no noticeable emotion in his voice.
You smile broadly. "You are a fascinating individual, Mister Fett. There is certainly more to you than being a simple bounty hunter and I believe that there is much I can learn from you. I would hate to see that opportunity go to waste because of irrational paranoia."
"...Is that all?" Fett asks, beginning to sound earnestly baffled.
"Yes. That is the absolute truth," you say with conviction. The silence lasts for another few seconds before Jango simply nods and says, "Alright then. You have a plan?"
You smirk and pull out a comlink. "Better. I have the Abyss Watchers."
Oracle, Mandalore System
Same Time
On board the Oracle, Gulan Terrek was a very busy Bothan. On top of all of the other things the Abyss Watchers were involved in now he had to keep tabs on the Jedi visit to make sure they didn't stumble onto something they shouldn't, not to mention the Death Watch which were starting to become a massive problem.
It was why he was buried in paperwork, information requests, and a general deluge of incredibly stressful shit that he had to deal with himself. So when a call came in over his office's comlink, he was not happy to hear it. Groaning, he reached over and activated it. "This is Gulan, what's the problem now?" he said not even bothering to hide his frustration.
"Oh come now Gulan, is that how you receive anyone who calls you?" Thrawn's said, his refined voice coming in clearly over the comlink. For his part Gulan sighed, breathed in deeply, and responded, "Look, do you have something to report or what?"
"Oh yes." Thrawn responded, "I have discovered that the local governor of Concordia, one Pre Viszla, is the source of the support for the Death Watch." That news got Gulan to sit upright in his chair and focus in on Thrawn's report as he continued. "While the Death Watch are gaining supplies from the local Beskar mines, eliminating Viszla should be enough to cause them to go on the decline."
This was the best news Gulan had heard all day-a problem about to resolve itself. "But you need evidence so that he won't be seen as a martyr or something," Gulan realized out loud.
"Precisely. How long will it be before you can find or create something?"
Gulan quickly moved to his computer and began typing out orders. "We've can get blueprints of the Concordian governor's office in a heartbeat, so it shouldn't take too long to get a team over there to find and extract or plant data," he said, shifting to a position of authority. "Between the team arriving, prepping for infiltration, letting the Mandalorian government "find" the data and so on...I'd say you'd have a couple of days you'd have to lie low for before we can make a move."
"Understood, though do not send a team to deal with Vizsla himself. I have an associate with me who would much prefer to deal with him himself."
Gulan froze in the middle of his typing, swore under his breath, and with forced calmness asked, "Who did you find?"
"Jango Fett." Gulan groaned at the fact that Thrawn had complicated the issue further as Thrawn continued. "For the record, he is more concerned about retribution from the Watchers and has no reason to attack us. And-"
"It's fine." Gulan interrupted while burying his face in his hands. "It's fine. You can tell the boss herself the details, it sounds like it's not my problem anyway. Anything else?"
"No. Please let me know as soon as possible when we can make our move." And with that the line went dead as Gulan sank back into his chair and groaned. "Force help us all, why are there two of them now...?"
Mandalore's Pride, Concordia
Two Days Later
"Attention people of Concordia. Martial law has been declared. All citizens are to return to their homes immediately or they will be considered hostile and shot on sight..."
The public speakers echoed through the rapidly emptying streets as a torrent of rain descended upon Concordia's capital and thunder echoed through the air. Distant shouting and air raid sirens could be faintly heard as you hid from sight in the Governor's personal hangar, having infiltrated it with the Silencer and Jango just before the announcement of martial law had come in.
You had agreed with Jango that while you would assist him with any traps or deceptions that Viszla would come up with he would be the one to strike the killing blow. Which was why he was positioned ahead of you and Silencer hanging from the ceiling, waiting for the moment to strike.
There was no way Vizsla would escape-his ship was already filled with explosives ready to go off with the touch of a button in the Silencer's hand. A fact that Vizsla would learn shortly as he stormed in dressed in full Mandalorian armor barring the helmet he held under his right arm, followed by a pair of guards. No doubt the rest were left behind to hold the line. A wise move, albeit completely useless as he was about to find out.
"There's no way that coward Satine could have found out about this," you can hear him say over the din of the falling rain outside. "but that doesn't matter now. We have to-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the Silencer pressed the detonator causing Vizsla's ship to explode. The shockwave buffeted and disoriented you for a second as it was considerably larger than you had anticipated, but that was nothing compared to the effects it had on Vizsla and his guards who recoiled in shock. Before anyone could realize what had happened, the sound of two blaster bolts echoed through the hangar. When everyone had come back to their senses, the guards were dead, the ship a smouldering wreck, and Jango stood in front of it, the inferno behind him serving to make him look more menacing as Jango stared Vizsla down. To his credit, Vizsla's expression was not one of fear, but of rage as he tried his best to kill Jango with a glare alone.
"You..." he growled out. "I should have known that a traitor like you was behind this."
"Close," Jango calmly said as you and the Silencer stepped out from your hiding places. Vizsla's response was to seethe in rage for a second before spitting out, "Of course. You ally yourself with outsiders who want nothing more than to-"
"Shut up." Jango interrupted. "You just can't stand that you were wrong and that you lost. The Mando don't want you or your Death Watch."
"You have the gall to say that to me!?" he screamed out. "You, who not only stole the title of Mand'alor, but abandoned it as well!? I would have led the Mandalorians back to glory, where they would have been warriors once more."
Jango was silent, though from what you could tell it wasn't because he had nothing to say but rather that he was simply that furious. And then after a pause, he said, "Fine. If you really believe that..." He holstered his blasters and settled into a fighting stance. "Then I'll at least give you the chance to die like a Mando. They won't interfere," he said, tilting his head slightly towards the two of you.
Vizsla didn't respond with words, but rather put on his helmet and drew out what appeared to be a sheath before he flicked a switch and ignited the blade. The weapon resembled a lightsaber, but the blade was pitch-black and framed by what appeared to be a glowing white sheen, not to mention the high-pitched whine coming from it. It was truly a work of fine art.
"Nice toy," Jango sarcastically commented, clearly unimpressed.
"This is the Darksaber," Vizsla calmly explained. "The symbol of the Death Watch, a weapon that many Jedi have fallen to," he said, flourishing the blade as he spoke causing it to make an unusual whistling sound. "Now...you will join them."
With the sound of thunder seeming to punctuate his statement, he activated his jetpack and rocketed towards Jango. As he came in for the first strike, Jango rolled to the left dodging under the blade before activating his wristblades and stabbed at Vizsla's jetpack. Vizsla quickly turned out of the way and swung down trying to punish Jango for overreaching, but he quickly pitched himself backwards and briefly activated his own jetpack, moving him out of the way of Vizsla's strike and putting a small amount of distance between the two. Vizsla responded quickly and chased Jango down after he settled back onto the ground, lunging forward with a brutal and rapid flurry of strikes. Through nothing more than his own sheer agility, Jango managed to duck and weave through Vizsla's jetpack-boosted strikes. Suddenly he was able to exploit an opening, rolling behind Vizsla and managing to stab his jetpack before Vizsla could react. To his credit, even as Vizsla's jetpack began to malfunction and go out of control, he remained calm and quickly disengaged himself from it, dropping to the ground as the rogue pack slammed into a wall.
The two briefly stood off, settling into matched circular movement as the lull allowed you the chance to finally put together what fascinated you about Jango's fighting style. While Vizsla's was certainly the result of training and skill, it was brutal and relied on force. By comparison Jango relied on quick, agile movement; there was a grace involved in it. That was not all though; there was an art in the way Jango fought; an expression of something greater than himself in the way he fought. It made everything up to this point completely worth it if only to see this duel unfold.
And it continued as once again Vizsla rushed at Jango with a series of brutal attacks with the Darksaber. This time around though Jango clearly had the upper hand as without the gains in speed and height from the jetpack Vizsla wasn't able to keep up with Jango as well. Then as Vizsla overswung Jango quickly moved in and grabbed Vizsla's sword arm. He twisted it and disarmed Vizsla before slamming him down onto the ground, knocking the air out of him. Vizsla tried to get up, but before he could Jango had recovered the Darksaber and stabbed it through Vizsla's chest.
The sounds of rain and thunder echoed through the hangar as nothing else could be heard for a brief moment before Vizsla weakly moved his head up, saying something to Jango that you couldn't overhear. Then, he dropped to the ground, clearly dead.
Jango simply stared at his corpse for a long moment before removing the Darksaber from his body and deactivating it. You simply walked forward and began to applaud, the action clearly confusing Jango before you spoke.
"I was right about you," you said as you regarded him with earnest respect. "That was truly artistically done."
He was silent for a moment before he shook his head, choosing to ignore your current comment. "Are you done here?" he asked, trying to break the tension. You nodded and responded "Between your attacks on the Death Watch and Vizsla's death, my presence here is no longer required."
You walk forward and move to shake his hand. He grasps it for a moment and gives a shake before the two of you separate and you say, "It was truly a pleasure, Mister Fett. Though I have one final request-may I have the sword?"
Jango glances at it as though he had forgotten he had it to begin with. "Sure," he says, handing it over to you. "It'll demoralize the Death Watch if they can't find it and I don't need it anyway."
Excellent. A work of art like that should not be hidden away. With that you nod, and the three of you leave the area as the sounds of transports coming in are heard.
AN: Whew, that went way longer than I thought. Hope you guys enjoyed the fight scene, it's the first time I've tried to do something like that.
Denouement should be coming up in a day or two, I need a bit of a breather after this.
