Princess of Mandalore (Youjo Senki/Star Wars)

Codex V1
Author: White Silver




Forward
As Mandalorians, we live in strange times. With the ending of the clan wars a decade or so ago we now live in a peace we have not had in a generation. However, even with the fighting done, we still live in two worlds. One wishes to move us forward but forgets the past, and one who wishes to hold on to the past, no matter its failings. Neither answer is right and neither answer is wrong.



The correct answer exists in the political realities of our existences. for millennia Mandalore and her sector has produced the finest soldiers the galaxy has ever seen. We tested ourselves against all opponents and adapted our abilities to overcome or at the very least find parity with them.

But our enemies are now our allies, and some would say we should give up our warrior ways completely. Others would say having allies will make us weak and we should go back to the old ways and test ourselves against the galaxy again with another Crusade.

But is that really what the old ways say? Yes, the Code of Honor, which some point to as the definitive version of what Mandalorians should be, focuses on gaining honor for the clans. Even though those are addendums on the Resol'nare, if we go back to them, we find the act of gaining Honor through combat lacking. It is my belief that they are not something that should be abandoned or overlooked for the later Codes, as they prove that the road by which Mandalorians can find peace while maintaining respect for our ancient ways is possible.






The Resol'nare and Historical Shift

To first understand how this simple saying is still relevant we must first read the text.

"Education and armor, self-defense, our tribe, our language, our leader—all help us survive."

Looking at the text you can see no mention of honor or war or glory. So where did that line of thinking come from? Our ancient cultural ancestors the Taungs. They believed their gods were the god of war and that through war they would venerate their gods, but there are other texts stating that their warrior ways were unable to win the fight and they were then cast out of their homeworld. If we are to assume that this is true we know where the basis of the idea for this saying comes from. It is not about glory, it is about survival. And that survival was on a planet called Roon, we will come back to that.

The later addendums of Codes of Honor would take this statement and add on ideas related to gaining honor for oneself and their clan, creating rules by which conflict could be settled, but they're just that, an addendum, made for their time and their place in history. And their place in history was a lively one. What both those who claim we should go back to the old ways and those who say we should abandon them entirely tend to forget is that Nevoota, and Fenelar, Tlönians were not peaceful neighbors who lived in harmony with every other power.

The Nevoota in their time were considered Mandalorian of their time. The deadliest species in the galaxy, and were led by warlords which would imply they were known for causing wars in the region they lived. Now, why is that interesting to Mandalorians? because Nevoota lies along one of the most direct hyper lane routes from Roon to Mandalor. The ancient Mandalorians no doubt had long-standing feuds with them, and now that they had secured their new homeworld they most likely sought to make sure Nevoota didn't inteifer with their survival. While also secreuing the reputation Nevoota had for themselves.

If you look at the other wars the Mandalorians took on in the early days you can see a similar pattern. Fenelar was a known producer of dreadnoughts on the Mandalore sector's doorstep.
Same for the Tlönians, a hive mind species looking to expand in the same region. These conflicts were started to ensure the survival of Mandalore, but through these conflicts that veneration of war took hold which would lead on to further Crusades and the Codes of Honor.
They took their need for survival too far and eventually overstepped what the galaxy was willing to accept. It is one thing to go to war with the Basiliskan, a species who built war droids and used chemical weapons, and quite another to go to war with the Kuarans, who besides having wars and civil wars now and again are not an aggressive species. They were targeted because they had an army the Mandalorians could fight, not because they were a threat.

If you go back to our history, every time we overstepped ourselves, we survived not due to the codes of honor but falling back on the principles in the Resol'nare. The Dxun Mandalorians fell back on it when they needed to rebuild the clans after the Mandalorian Wars. Clan Ordo exist to this day because they adhere to the defensive nature of the Resol'nare. Clan Awaud, who rebuilt the sector, saw great success 1000 years ago because of their use of their defensive nature when it was needed. Pirates were issues and a defense force in the sector made it safe enough for recolonization by the Mandalorian Diaspora.





The Resol'nare interpretation for the Modern Age.

We are no longer in a time when wars are common. There is conflict; the recent dust-up on Naboo shows that forcse of arms is necessary for the survival of a culture. Is more conflict like that likely in the future? Well, taxing The Free Trade Zones will undoubtedly lead to conflict. Will there be outright war as a result of it? that is unlikely, but chaos creates opportunities. Imagine the Trade Federation is in need of credits so they send one of their fully armed Lucrehulks to the Outer Rim. This vessel then goes on to strong-arm planets or uses the ship as a mobile base for pirate fleets in the region. These are reasonable conflicts that could come to pass in the next decade.

If such conflicts were to arise, abandoning our warrior nature completely would spell disaster. Breaking your hand because it could be used to kill in aggression, only means you have nothing to protect yourself when someone who hasn't broken their hand comes around. Some would say the new Mandalorian would break their own hand, that they would abandon all aspects of what it means to be Mandalorian, this is false, they do maintain police and peacekeeping forces for Mandalore along with the royal guard which recruits from all clans equally. They understand the need for self-defense, they are just unsure about how to implement a fighting force that cannot be abused like the Mandalorian Armed Force was during the end of the Mandalorian civil war.

The answer to the worries of Old and the concern of the New can be found in the Resol'nare, with a proper mindset.







Education, a simple tenet, "raise your children as Mandalorian", what is a Mandalorian? Someone who follows the next five tenets. Though now most Mandalorians are humans, 4000 years ago this was not true. There are Mandalorians of every species our cultural forefathers came in contact with. The only real thing that should be clarified is All Mandalorians must know of our long history. For too long, those who seek to harness the Mandalorians for one conflict or another denied our failures and recoveries. to them the crusades happened yesterday, thus we must not continue them. It is long since past the time of such conflict, the history has their place but that is what they are, history, something we should know, or we will be doomed to repeat again and again.

It already began when Clan Awaud sought to bring back the Diaspora 1000 years ago, to rebuild Mandalore. Now Clan Awaud along with many clans who took part in the civil war have left the sector, creating a new Diaspora, this loss of Mandalorian resources weakens us as a whole and is a threat to our survival.





Armor, not weapon, armor. A defensive tool meant to keep our most valuable resource as Mandalorian safe, our lives. All Mandalorians must honor and maintain the armor of our people. Even if it's a simple ancient relic to remember the leader of our past, having that around is the keystone to what makes us Mandalorian, as we honor those who help keep our systems and sector safe and together during the worst the galaxy has thrown at us. That being said, there is no need to field an army of Beskar suited Super Soldiers, not to mention many clans have already given up their armor to join the new Mandalorians.

Demanding that they go out and buy new Beskar would be foolhardy. And in the other direction, a clan that bankrupts itself to hoard Beskar cannot be said to have acted in the common good of the Mandalorian people. There are plenty of ways of dealing with these issues, the style of our armor does not need to be made entirely of Beskar or even have any at all.

Armor, for all of the history of our people, has changed to meet the requirements and limitations of common doctrine and material availability. Thus armor adapted to be less cumbersome for the day-to-day requirements of the Mandalorian in question is no less honored than the armor required for heavy infantry of ancient times.





Self-defense, for us that is where the weapon comes in, though note how it specifically mentions self-defense. Self-defense is where New Mandalorians and the Old Mandalorians will see different sides of the coin from the same statement no matter what. But in reality, we want the same thing, the ability to defend ourselves in case something dangerous comes to call our homes. New Mandos believes a well organized and regulated police force can handle that, Old Mandos believes clans should be the ones to do that. They're both right and wrong at the same time; it is individuals that should come to account on self-defense, not clan, not organization, but the Mandalorian themselves.

If Mandalorians are called upon to defend their home and property they should be able to do so just as easily as if they were called upon to defend Mandalore itself. There are many ways to accomplish this standard, and though some more extreme elements of pacifism will raise hell, they can be appeased.

I believe Mandalore should have A Self-Defense Force, an arm of the government meant to defend Mandalore and all her allies, a force that is unable to be deployed off-world unless invited by a friendly power. And all Mandalorians, when of proper age, should spend a year in this force to make sure they can defend themselves. This will not only promote the teachings of self-defense but unity as well, as those youngsters will come to learn how to fight with people outside their normal clan setting not as enemies but as allies, resulting in a more united Mandalore. In simple terms, All Mandalorians must learn to defend themselves and our people.






Our Tribe, not clans, but they mean all the same as they are often used interchangeably. A Mandalorian must in some way devote themself to the betterment of Mandalore, be it in a simple way of looking out for your fellow Mando in the street or provide a service that will help ease a troubled mind, to Self-Defenses Forces or helping with repairing the planet of Mandalore. All Mandalorians must devote themselves to the betterment and enrichment of all Mandalorians. It's the connection we have between our peoples by our culture that helps us survive.






Our Language, this a simple bond between our people that has spread out amongst the stars, yes it is not galactic Basic, it will never be used for the Great Economy of the Galaxy, but it is ours, it is something we share, that allows us to speak to each other even if we are from a different parts of the galaxy. All Mandalorians must speak our ancient tongue.







Our Leader, who is our leader at this time? Some would say if there is no Mand'alor there is no leader, I would say differently. This saying predates the Mand'alor, and if how our clan structure works now is anything to go by, our ancient past very likely have their leader voted into power by clan heads, with perhaps a bit of fist de cuffs along the way to prove their metal. So our leaders must be legitimately elected. All Mandalorians must heed the call of the legitimate Mand'alor.


I would then say though, that Mand'alor should have their power granted by the constitution. Mand'alors have abused their powers like anyone else who has unlimited and unchecked power, so limits must be imposed
The Mand'alor must show no favor to any particular clan. The Mand'alor must heed the will of the Mandalorians. The Mand'alor must act for the good of the Mandalorians. The Mand'alor must allow the Mandalorians a common representative body. The Mand'alor must be above the petty politics of the day. Only the Mand'alor may call the Mandalorian people to war.

Who should be the leader, our Mand'alor at this time? At the moment Duchess Satine Kryze holds that title. As duchess she heeds the will of her people. She has attempted to act for the good of all Mandalorians. She has allowed the creation of a representative body to take care of the day-to-day task and she attempted to stay out of the petty politics to keep her position as neutral as she can. Her history at the end of clan wars shows she was willing to do what was necessary to defend Mandalore and was duly elected by clans to her position. She does not use the title Mand'alor, as its history with the Crusades is distasteful to her, but that is not what is important to the Resol'nare. A strong leader who will fight for our people's future is what matters.


















Thought on Codes of Honor and Supercommando Codex

Some may read everything stated up to this point and assume I advocate for the delusion of the Codes of Honor, that just because I believe that the Resol'nare are defensive in nature, that Codes are solely offensive, and to some extent they would be right. But there are things that can be learned from the ancient codes that can only be found there. Jaster Mereel used them in the creation of the SuperCommando Codex, a document that has shown its usefulness to several clans when it comes to dealing with bounty hunting and mercenary work. Even local planetary defense forces have implemented elements of that codex when it comes to honorable conduct in a fight. This document has shown great legs and usefulness in realms of self-defense, and compared to works from the other side of the Mandalorian civil war such as Ba'jurne Kyr'tsad Mando'ad it does not demand that you fall in line and believe what your rally master teaches you is the truth, it gives you the choice to make up your own mind.

So how can Codes of Honor and Supercommando Codex be used to serve the notion of defending Mandalore? Their ritualistic styles of combat allow one to settle honor disputes without starting a clan war. There are elements to both that guarantee the treatment of prisoners as honorable combatants, not slaves or worst. And those who wish to go on adventures, leave the system to become mercenaries or bounty hunters would do well to learn how to act honorable, the benefits of having a clear code and lines you won't cross will allow you to be able to come home to the sector when you have grown tired of your adventures and you want to spend the remainder of your life in peace.

While you're out there gallivanting around in the wider galaxy you also represent the Mandalorian people.If you abuse that representation, degrade what we stand for, do not expect to come home to a hero's welcome.






Thought on Rebuilding


We are still recovering from the Mandalorian Civil war and the Clan wars that followed, the New Mandalorians have done a good job with their rebuilding efforts… but they tied one hand behind their back while doing so. The most important resource in the Mandalorian sector for the galaxy is Beskar, however, it is something we do not trade away, it is too important to our survival to let slip through our fingers. Besides that, most planets produce something that is easily replicated elsewhere in the galaxy. So what resources could be used which are beneficial to rebuilding our homeworlds?

Jaster Meree correctly noted that the most important resource is our people, we have a long history of fighting, everyone knows of our exploits and can recognize what we are just from our helmet's style of armor. New Mandalorians recognize this as well but their fear of war scares them from fully utilizing these resources to their fullest potential.

Our armorers are some of the greatest Craftsmen in the galaxy. They are too scared to make armor because of the connotations of war. However, as we have gone over before, the armor itself is not a declaration of war, is a declaration that you are prepared to defend yourself.

They should be allowed to produce armor to be creative and as I discussed, they can make armor from resources other than Beskar. Imagine if you will if we sold non-beskar armor for self-defense forces outside the Mandalore sector? made sure there are changes so people could not mistake these Self-Defenses Forces for Mandalorians. Remove the Irons Hearts from the chest and never sell the distinctive helmets with T visor and such, the profit from armor production alone would set up armorers for life.

Not to mention, once it becomes commonplace for armorers to work with things other than Beskar, this will allow clans that can not afford Beskar armor the chance to at least own a set of Mandalorian armor. As well as opening opportunities for elements of Mandalorian armor to be used as accessories in civilian garb, shoulder plate or a bracer could easily be a style to show your dedication to Mandalorian self-defense.

As well, our history can be better used now, people outside our sector want to learn about us. They are interested in our history because of the prestige we acquired over the last 4000 years.

There are an untold number for fortresses and castles across the Mandalorian sector; many of them are deprecated and useless, their eyesore writing till the day a battle happens to be nearby and their usefulness comes to bear again. We can use them even in times of peace, turn them into museums, charge people admission to show people relics from our past and tell them our history. Perhaps on their way out of this museum they can stop by a gift shop where fine Mandalorian replica blades and armor are sold. This would not only allow these fortresses to find uses in times of peace and bring more revenue to this while also serving as a way to make sure the next generation learns of their history.

There is one other element of history that can be of use here and now, our stories. There are plenty of tales throughout our history, moments of great wonder and of tragedy, and if we use the right format other than oral history and books to tell these tales, they could be used to rebuild our world. The creation of the entertainment industry to produce these works would allow not only our stories to be told from our point of view, but will allow our culture to become more accessible and sympathetic to the galaxy and encourage people to buy Mandalorian products and visit our worlds.

The economic benefits from leveraging our culture and history for our future are massive, and the tax revenue from these could be used for rebuilding efforts, Mandalore.



Writers note: So this could be seen as a version of this document Tanya would probably update as the story goes on with other things that could be done. Feel free to discuss and debate it as I'll uses that thought for version 2




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Community edited by: Potato
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Chapter Codex1) No story suggestions in the community editing document, Keep all story suggestions and comments in the thread
 
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An interesting chapter, but dear god have you drop the ball with editing :jackiechan:
For the chapter:
as you like to call thim, action fueled heroes
them
few clothes that I was reasonably tolerable
remove "I"
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replace "was" with "found"
Mandalore
Those rules can be effective in you're suicidal status
now that's a tough one, can't even tell what that's suppose to mean:???:
what little piece there was
peace
Finally kKrkie seemed to be
who's that, sounds like a kilik name IMO:lol:
he was currently looking up at this guy using the function of the helmets for magnification is a telescope so she could look at the stars
"as a telescope", also what guy are she talking 'bout?
had no proof. atching Tanya
watching

And for the codex:
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I remember correcting those, a few error like kKrkie is probably my fault. I think QM also forgot to accept the finals changes I made in the google doc. I remember fixing a lot of 'our' into 'are' so I might have missed 1.

QM has dyslexia so you can't be too hard on them, the entire document is usually filled with scrambled words so it is somewhat inevitable that a few will slip through the cracks. Also I also don't know what suicidal status actually meant, I highlighted it on the doc, asking for clarification last I checked it.
 
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Edit: Really enjoying the story so far. It's perspectives we don't usually get to see and at a depth that is refreshing. Hopefully there are enough butterfly effects to keep them away from becoming some large player in the clone wars. It's never really made sense to me how even a cluster of worlds could meaningfully occupy the republic given its size. Mandalorians as formidable/famous warriors make sense but you'd have to have armies in the trillions to be able to make a serious dent since most people could just travel wherever your warships aren't.
 
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
713 FNM (25BBY)
Month 7





Concordia, Bo-Katan's Training ground
Bo-Katan Kryze


I smiled as I watched my niece and her handmaiden duke it out today in a full-contact spar. They often trained together in their off time, so they knew how each other would strike, and it created an interesting ballet of violence to watch.

It had been two years since Tanya's 13th birthday, and since then, I had gone in hard on making sure she understood how to fly a jetpack and could handle herself in an unarmed fight. Back then, I might have been exaggerating to Satine that Tanya was sent by the Kad Ha'rangir. Now, I might be starting to believe that maybe it wasn't as big of an exaggeration as I thought.

As demonstrated when Tanya deflected a right cross, before grabbing Vai's wrist to put it in a wristlock, pulling her closer so Tanya could knee her abdomen, and then finishing it off with a hip throw into the sparring mat. The little Vizla is using the Vizsla style of fighting, which focuses on aggression and using every part of their body as a weapon, with knees, elbows, and even the head being used to deliver blow after blow to their enemies until they can't fight anymore. This makes her the perfect sparring partner for Tanya who is being taught with the Kryze style of combat.

I had always known that Tanya was talented in the art of war when she field stripped her blaster when she hadn't seen one before. However, it became much more apparent when I was teaching her the various weaknesses of the humanoid body as well as the various joint locks and throws in the Kryze style of martial art, which focuses on targeting weak points like the abdomen, knees, face, and neck for a quick and efficient finish. Tanya absorbed my knowledge like a sponge absorbing water and put my lessons to use very quickly.

Vai also hadn't been idle during training. After getting countered and joint locked multiple times, she is now more prepared to adapt whenever her attack is blocked so she can transition to defense or launch a new attack to force Tanya to abandon her counter. Tanya, by contrast, is now more willing to pry open any openings she sees after Vai learned to cover and minimize her openings. Tanya is using the fact that she is wearing armor to power through blows to deliver her own retaliation. The saying of Beskar sharpening Beskar is very evident here as both improved by leap and bounds.

I am confident that Tanya will be more than capable of defending herself by the time she is sent to Coruscant. If anyone decides that she would be an easy target, they will be in for a big surprise. From my understanding of the Senate, which was barely anything, weapons were not permitted on the premises, even though I'm not sure how armor would class. Wait, Mandalorian armor was often portrayed as a weapon in its own right, even when you do not factor in the built-in flamethrowers, gauntlet shields, or knee-mounted rockets so that is probably a no go on the armor.

There is a whole tactic named after the Old Capitol, Keldabe Kiss, also known as a helmeted headbutt. Technically you could also use the name for the non-head-butt kiss often shared between lovers who didn't want to take their helmets off in a war zone. It was all about the proper amount of force used to determine which was which.

For instance, the headbutt Tanya just received looks like it hurt quite a bit. So that was not a sign of affection between those two. That was just beating the kriff out of each other. But Tanya seemed to take that in stride; she only staggered back a few steps. Vai continued the offensive with a flurry of punches until Tanya counters by grabbing Vai's left hand, that overextended from delivering a punch, to hold her in place before Tanya launches a sidekick that slams into Vai's left hip, that pushes Vai back a several paces. Giving Tanya the space she needed to reform her defense and take a breather.

Both combatants eyed each other as they stood there, likely to think up their next plan of attack. At some signal only heard by the two of them, they charged right back into the action. Vai feinted with a right hook but instead went for a left cross, while Tanya intended to block Vai's right hook and deliver a gut punch simultaneously. Tanya's attack landed first, while Vai's attack missed by a small margin as Tanya got inside Vai's guard. Taking advantage of the close proximity, Tanya launched a rising knee into Vai's ribs and simultaneously she also delivered a devastating elbow strike at the top of Vai's helmet.

Before Tanya could deliver another series of attacks, Vai charged forward into Tanya and lifted her up before slamming her down into the mat. Recovering quickly, Tanya quickly rolled out of the way of a stomp to her torso before needing to roll even further away to dodge Vai's snap kick to her torso. After getting back to her feet, Tanya is greeted with Vai continuing the offensive.

I was proud of what I was seeing. Tanya was shaping up to be a damn good fighter. Although she isn't as devoted to the Old Ways, I had noted over the time I trained her that she enjoyed fighting, she enjoyed flying, but she also seemed to enjoy the political parties that Satine brought her to. And from what I had seen, she seemed just as capable of being polite and courteous as any other New Mandalorian.

She was shaping up to be kind of the best of both worlds and that intrigued me. With so many people choosing sides in the shadows, it was kind of a refreshing take to see someone decide to take neither in the light.

And it appears to be rubbing off on my sister a bit. Three years ago, she ended the banishment to Concordia. Now they weren't paying to get people back on the planet, but it was now an option for them to return to Mandalore. A few people had taken up the offer, others had stayed simply because Concordia was in a better condition than Mandalore, and that was just a simple fact.

Two years ago, through the consent of the council, the embargo on armors had been dropped. There were still restrictions, but those restrictions were that armor could only be built for defensive reasons, mounted missiles, and flamethrowers were still strictly illegal since those are still considered weapons. It was a massive change in the official stance of the leader of the New Mandalorians.

And I'd expected more screaming and outrage from the New Mandalorians, while that had happened, besides that one rally on Kalevala which was mainly old men and women from the pre-Clan Wars era walking around with signs, the political backlash had been minimal.

At least from the New Mandalorians, the Old Mandalorians have an even stranger backlash, one that I wasn't really a fan of. Pre Vizsla the so-called Secret Mandalore have been organizing people for nearly a decade at this point. What he was organizing them for varies depending on the year but it mainly seems to just be helping the Old Mandalorians acclimate to Concordia and survive.

But when my sister's stance started to soften on the Old Way, he had made a few statements that were quite pointed that this was an attempt to drive a wedge between the Old Clans so they could be broken apart and easily dealt with in some final climactic battle.

That had raised my eyebrow a bit and a few other people's as well, so a lot of people still bought into the idea that someday they would need to fight against Satine and her faithless in order to preserve the existence of Mandalorian culture. The idea that she would soften her approach sounded a little far-fetched and to her sounded like an attempt to keep control of the Older Clans that had voted for him to be Mandalore. Nothing I really changed, a large portion of the Clans still saw him as their leader during these tough times but the Clans that voted for Satine were interested in seeing where this situation would develop.

Most of those clans were old friends, people she fought with during the Clan Wars after her father had died, so it was understandable they would still side with her. Really, she didn't want to be leading any of the clans, she liked to fight, but ruling was something else entirely. The only reason she put her name into the political ring all those years ago was simply because of what she'd seen during the Clan Wars.

When someone had family on both sides of a conflict, there was a better chance the family would survive. If things ever got so bad that the cold conflict exploded into a real war, her plan was to try and secure Satine and exile her over outright murder.

And with 30% of the Old Clans supporting me I had a good feeling she could pull it off. At the very least whoever was in command of the Old Clans when the conflict burst into flames they would have to listen to her a little bit.

But now the situation was changing, it was thanks to that Silver Codex that had been propagated a few years back. The name on the codex was obviously fake so no one knew who was behind it.

However, without knowing who this unknown Mandalorian was, there wasn't much anyone could do about it other than making assumptions about why the document had been written. And the documents that were presented were intriguing for a lot of people on both sides.

There are a lot of good ideas in this document, ways of seeing the situation that had not been presented by many of the current political houses. New Mando houses were always pushing for conformity with pacification. Old Mandos were either hiding their opinions or getting themselves banished from Mandalore for demanding outright militarization again.

But the recontextualization of the military as a defensive force for good? That was something both sides could tolerate. It gave the Old Houses a way of working out their military backgrounds and passing down their traditions whilst giving the New Houses an easy out on the military question since they were all presented as a defensive measure.

The argument being something like 'The Royal Guard is a defensive measure for the Duchess, the police force is a defensive measure against smugglers, why not have a defensive force against something like the Trade Federation?'

So far, that particular argument in the document, one for a Self-Defense Force, had not taken off completely. But the notion of having the ability to fend for themselves against an invasion like that was acceptable. Mix that middle of the line strategy with Tanya's own refusal to choose one side or the other way of living. I had kind of hoped that maybe there was some way for both factions to coexist in peace.

Time would tell after all, oh I knew for sure Zum was happy with the way things were going. He didn't have to steal scrap and nearly broken weapons from abandoned bunkers and fortresses anymore to sell to the highest bidder. The moment he heard he could officially make armor on Mandalore again he'd shown up asking if he could have the first floor of the old mining complex I use for a training grounds.

And I wasn't exactly going to say no, since we were old friends and he was willing to work on the armor I'd liberated from Satine. Since then he's gone a bit overboard rebuilding his armor business. Most of his pieces were handcrafted from what hidden cache of Beskar he had hidden over the years. What few non-beskar items he produced for the non-mando market he had his droids mass produce helmets and armor from plasteel. Who was he selling that stuff to? I wasn't really going to ask but he seemed happy to be working without having to travel the system.

My thoughts were interrupted as Vai got the upper hand. Tanya attacked with a right hook, Vai blocked with her left arm whilst punching Tanya in her helmet with her right cross. This stunned Tanya long enough for Visla to crouch low to the ground, put Tanya on her knees by elbowing her thigh, before finishing the combo by delivering a rising knee directly into Tanya's helmet, leaving her sprawled on the sparring mat. After it was clear that Tanya couldn't continue, I decided to call the match over.

"Alright, alright that's enough. Vai wins this round." I called, taking a step forward as I winced a little bit at seeing that, a knee to the helmet is never fun to be on the receiving end. You are thankful Mando armor has a nice cushioning under-layer to absorb blows like that. Otherwise Tanya may need a visit to the hospital that you can't hide from Satine.

The Vai followed Tanya's lead and collapsed on the mat too, taking a moment to catch their breath I assume. They eventually pulled off their helmets and smiled weakly at each other. It was good to see them being friends even after that brutal match.

Walking up to them, I said, "Not a bad fight. I think you need to improve your stamina and to keep calm under pressure Tanya. You were getting noticeably slower after 8 minutes in, and when you get tired, you get sloppier. You counter less and attack more often even when Vai has a rock-solid defense."

Tanya chuckled at that as if that was something she had expected. "Sorry, auntie Bo, I'll try and keep it a clearer head next time though. That is difficult when your head is ringing and out of breath. "

Vai simply shrugged and said "Maybe don't leave an opening on your head next time, princess." Applying a gentle ribbing.

Tanya smiled, and shrugged, "If that's how we're playing it, expect me to do the same."

"As any true Mandalorian should, our armor gives us advantages in close quarters fights and we should always be willing to use those advantages whenever you are in said fights. Shooting an enemy from a distance is preferable to getting in close but if they do get in close you'll want that fight over quickly, especially if they have any weapons that could get around your armor and cause more damage than a little burnt skin." I said trying to turn this into a teaching moment and probably failing admirably.

The two girls seemed to take it in stride and nodded their agreement, so I'll take that as someone working.




713 FNM (25BBY)
Month 9





Mandalore, Sundari, Royal Palace
Satine Kryze


As I entered the Royal Hall, I saw my three closest advisors already deep in conversation.

Governor Pre Vizsla, Prime minister Almec, and Deputy Minister Jerec were standing instead of sitting. Apparently, the staff had not yet brought in the chairs that I usually had brought in for my bi-monthly meetings.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." I said as I walked over to the three. It was responded to with a chorus of respectful "Duchess's."

"Seems the staff is behind schedule today, but we'll just have to make do. Is there anything major that needs to be brought up?" I said looking at the three. I would need to find out what had happened with the staff. Ever since the head of staff, Laerthurt Spurd quit last year I have been having some trouble finding a competent and trust-worthy replacement to handle his duties.

Deputy Minister Jerec spoke up for saying "There was a bit of a kerfuffle last night during the anti-militarism protest, about 50 people waving banners for Kalevala Independence but nothing too serious."

"Why is that their second protest in 2 years? I would have expected more." I said, frankly a little shocked by how little there were in the way of reactionaries to my attempts to quell any issues in the future. Then again we were just letting them protest and allowing them to have their say. It wasn't like I was pushing for the idea of a self-defense force for the system. If I did that I was sure I'd hear something a bit more loud and angry from the protesters.

"Most folks tend to agree that having the ability to defend ourselves against outside threats is a reasonable statement. Lots of folks like to point out that there seems to be some apologizing going around when it comes to the early days of Mandalore but that's more of an ethical debate that has nothing to do with the general idea of self-defense." Jerec suggested before continuing, "Frankly I believe that if we keep all militarization too minimal and simply prosecute anyone who openly calls for full militarization and return to the old days while building up weapon caches, we should be able to keep a stable situation on Kalevala."

Prime minister Almec nodded at his agreement before he said "I'll put a little bit more work on the Mandalorian Guard but they should be able to do it. Honestly, that police organization has been getting a bit too lax these last few years. They could use the work to keep them sharp and prevent corruptible forces taking root. That reminds me, Jerec have you been getting any reach outs from MandalMotors? "

Jerec raised an eyebrow before he said "Yes in fact, I have MandalMotors reached out about renting space at our Kalevala Spaceworks but they were turned down."

"That's good, they seem a little too active recently for my liking." Almec said

"Is there something you're concerned about with MandalMotors?" I asked out of curiosity. MandelMotors was formerly headquartered in the Old Capital of Mandalore, Keldabe, before that City had been turned into rubble a decade before. Ever since then, they had gone on from producing large warships to producing light ships, mostly shuttles and such. I knew that they weren't mainly manufacturing in Mandalore though, there were several other spaceports in the sector that they worked out of.

"They came to me a while back with a new design transport ship with the capabilities of a heavy fighter. I think they thought we might be militarizing and saw an opportunity to try and get in on the ground floor. I turned them down, of course but without that move I was wondering if they were trying anything elsewhere in the system." Almec answered.

"Kalevala Spaceworks has the facilities to build something much larger than a heavy fighter. That's where the new fleet of yachts is being created. Perhaps they want to try and get back into the warship business." Jerec suggested.

This was an interesting situation, and if it was ten years ago, I would have come down hard on MandalMotors immediately, but now. "Mandalore will not be producing any weapons of war on any large scale.'' I made it clear right after the bat. But taking a breath, I then said, "However, if they wish to design a new cargo freighter that could be armed in an emergency, we would be willing to talk to them on this. The Trade Federation has already proven that it is a reasonable stance to take, and protecting ourselves from pirates or other threats is a reasonable stance. No, we will never buy any of these ships officially for Mandalore, but I have heard Ordo is in the market for such a vessel."

"So, in essence, we stayed true to our policy of pacifism by selling ships that could be equipped with guns to our allies, not the worst plan in the world and would bring in a neat profit. MandalMotors used to bring in 50% of the income for the Mandalorian sector, now it barely makes 5%. The ships they made were some of the best ever created in the Outer Rim, and some of them are still in service. There's still a lot of goodwill towards their products, and if they're allowed to produce something in Mandalore, that might at least bump their income for us to 10%." Pre said, rubbing his chin, "We'll also be bringing back jobs that were lost by the dissolution of the warship market. I know the plan was to have yachts fill that niche in the market of jobs but let's be serious here, at current production rate, they'll be only six yachts completed by the end of 710. A lot of rich people would buy those yachts as a sign of prestige, but if we built light freighters, the more middle-class market would be open to purchase from us and provide a more stable source of revenue."

"So we'll play ball with MandalMotors, to keep an eye on them to make sure they don't go too gun-happy with their designs," Almec said.

"As long as they can produce ships that are reasonable that can have non-military use as their main goal, we will be willing to talk with them. That is the bare minimum. We won't be rewarding them with any major contracts, just telling them what would be acceptable to be constructed in this system." I suggested.

That seemed to lead to a couple of nods of agreement before Pre spoke up. "What about Mandal Hypernautics? What should we do if they come knocking?"

"Tell them no. While MandalMotors at least dabbled in civilian industry, Mandel Hypernautics did not." They had been a competitor for MandalMotors before the Mandalorian Civil War and had been driven off-world when they sided with Deathwatch. Nowadays, they're mainly headquartered out of the Mandalorian Sector on the world of Gargon. One of the places outside the reach of my authority as it was too remote and isolated. Not to mention it had been run by gangsters and mercenaries for the last decade and a half.

"Anything else major I should know about?" I asked, curious about the state of things in the Mandalorian Sector.

Jerec shrugged and started to list off the major issues in the Sector that were always brought up at these kinds of meetings. "Mandallia is refusing communication like always. Althir is still asking to be recognized as not part of the Mandalorian Sector by the Republic. Harswee and Jakelia are in general in support of the new lighter touch we are taking with the Old Mandalorians. Krownest acknowledges our existence, which is better than it was last year when they still refuse to even say anything other than that Mandalore was occupied by anyone other than the Dead. Ordo is… Ordo, besides sending general support our way, they have endeavored to try and create trade between the Mandalore system on their own. The only real major thing going on is The governor of Concord Dawn had to send their Journeyman Protectors off-world to deal with an attempted Pirate invasion of, Vorpa'ya."

"That's not good. A significant portion of our food supplies come from those two planets, has the situation been resolved?"

"At the moment? Yes, though they do admit they would like some additional support to make the job easier and safer. I believe we do have a charter that allows the Royal Guard to be dispatched when an issue could affect food supplies coming into Mandalore. If you don't mind, I will assign a company to be sent to support their Journeyman Protectors."

I had to think about this. Getting involved in sector politics in such a way was not normally something I did with the Royal Guard. However, this did represent a step in creating a constitutional charter on the use of the military. Showing that the Royal Guard could be employed as a defensive force off-world as long as they were called upon for support by the world in question, could be used to justify the idea that such military endeavors were possible without resulting in full-scale war economy. An example like that wouldn't immediately change everyone's mind, but it would be something to be pointed at over the years.
Finally, I nod in approval, "Yes, that is acceptable, however make sure the Royal Guard members chosen for this operation are some of the best we have. I don't want to accidentally start some sort of war because one Royal Guard insulted a Journeyman Protector."

Jerec nodded his agreement.

"Anything else we need to discuss that has to do with the matters of inter-sector politics?"

"Depends if you consider some of the Mandalorians who are outside our sector something to worry about?" Pre Vizsla said.

"Normally no, but since you brought them up, what has got you so concerned, Governor?" I asked, "you never seem to bring such subjects up normally."

"That Silver Codex has had an interesting effect outside our sector. The Council of Mandalorian Workers from Anteevy denounce it as being anti-revolutionary."

"Wait, those crazy ice worlders? They care about what happens in the Mandalorian Sector? I thought they were too busy building droids for the highest bidder."

"Apparently they still do. I'm not very familiar with what goes on in that system. But their entire economy is built around building more resources together in case of a war. And they were somewhat competitive for contracts with the Mandalorian Traditionalist before everything went to hell. Honestly, I think they are just worried that Mandalore is going to start producing weapons again, which will cut into their margins.

"Should we be worried about them taking any action against Mandalore?" I asked.

"On their own? No, but there are other factions that could support them that have their own reasons to have issues with us changing how we do things."

"Continue," I said, curious what factions of Mandalorians might try to interfere in my sector.

"King Gokus of Alzar, technically they are not Mandalorian in culture. But they were conquered by Mandalorians a long time ago and still see us as sort of brothers. The king's been making statements that could be seen as efforts to justify him taking over his sector. Again, on his own, he doesn't have the military capacity to pull this off, but I can see him supporting rebel groups to undermine our rule.

And support could be found on Shogun, the Shogun of Shogun. Yes I know there is something weird with that planet, has officially denounced the Silver Codex as heresy and anti-war. Thankfully Shogun is on the other side of the Galaxy from the other two, but they have the manpower to support the other two if they were to make a move."

Prime Minister Almec shook his head and muttered, "Are there any Mandalorian factions outside our sector that don't hate us? We get enough of this inside our sector."

Pre shrugged, "Depends on what you consider Mandalorian, Tetrarch. Anarak IV has not said anything for or against us but that's mainly because they're fiercely independent and just want to stay out of all conflicts. They don't even have a senator representing them in the Republic. They just exist on their own terms.

And well, Cathar is its own mess of tribal councils. It is not a united power but something like 40% of the population consider themselves Mandalorian. Some of them might like us, some of them might hate us, I don't really know, they're too busy with their own clan rivalries to care about what happens off their planet. Even if they somehow did, you'd need to make an official statement asking them about it. In the end, it would be against us though, there are a lot of deep scars from the Mandalorian Wars that they still remember, and that would influence their opinion about us."

I breathed in and took a deep breath. Just because things needed to be going well in the Mandalorian Sector didn't mean everything was going well, and this reminded me there were other factions out there that had personal issues with what happens in Mandalore. But it sounded like everything was stable as is.

"So," I began, "unless there is something that would majorly destabilize the Mandalorian Sector, we should be clear from those other three factions then?"

"As long as everything is stable, the New Mandalorian rule is safe," Pre said.

"Then there is nothing major to worry about. We've been in this situation for nearly ten years, and we've held on well enough. I think things are even improving now. There might be a few factions paying more attention to what's going on now, but hopefully, with the support of the Sector, we can keep these Rabble Rousers out of our system.

There are a trio of nods from my counsel as they agreed with my assessment.




Mandalore, Sundari, Royal Palace
Tanya Kryze


Understanding the diplomatic situation of Mandalore was a complex and very thoroughly enlightening experience. But to understand the diplomatic situation, one must understand its history and trade networks.

The Neo Crusaders had basically screwed every generation that came after them that had common sense. With their rampant genocides mixed with conquering nearly half of the known Galaxy at the time, had basically burnt all goodwill that could be applied within the local region.

As a result, Mandalore was isolated even as it joined up with the Republic. When you see what trade networks are available from the Republic, you would find that most of them came from the southern end of the Galaxy. Areas that had been relatively untouched by the Neo Crusaders or their touch was so light that the memories of whatever atrocities they committed had fallen into history.

It almost felt like we were a pariah state, but at least a pariah state that had superweapons and was actually deserving of such fear and repulsion. New Mandalorians had been in charge for nearly 15 years at this point, and yet everyone was still acting like any day now, the Military Traditionionalist would flip over the board at the Senate and declare that the Mandalorian Empire was back.

Ah, the Simpsons, I wonder if they got any better after my death. Probably not, though. They had been trending downward long before I was hit by the train.

It didn't help that our relations with the Galactic Peacekeepers i.e., the Jedi, were strained at best. Mandalorians and Jedi did not get along. Why did we not get along? I'm still trying to figure that out. Lots and lots of research had told me that the Jedi were basically a Monastic order devoted to the Force and the capabilities it gave them.

It sounded like they were praying to some sort of being for powers and getting them, but I would withhold my fear and consternation until I got an actual Jedi in front of me to talk to. Besides that, they didn't seem to see the Mandalorians as an existential threat. They had helped with several Mandalorian issues over the centuries. Seems the only reason the two tended to fight was that Mandalorians of the time were on a warpath or sought the Jedi as they were considered the ultimate warrior, a space wizard, and one that they could prove their worth against if you could beat them that is. While the Jedi saw the Mandalorians as barbarians and warmongers for most of their history. They weren't wrong, but there were moments where they had come to aligned goals.

Apparently, Clan Ordo had played a large role in improving relations. At least that is what my pen pal from Ordo said. Engiz Ordo had a good head on his shoulders and had obviously seen that having good relations with me was an excellent chance to improve relations between our two planets in the future and he offered his services as a minor historian to me. He had even invited me to his homeworld a couple of times to see some of the more delicate and secretive documents they had.

I will note I was intrigued several times, but my training schedule did not allow for many vacations off-world, and the few that I did have are usually within the Mandalorian System. So I had turned him down, for now. Though I figured I'd have a chance to officially visit once I took part in the senatorial delegation to the Republic. Sooner or later, I would build up vacation time, and if there's one thing about vacation time that seemed universal across multiple universes, it was either use it or lose it.

But back on to the matter of Jedi, as far as I could tell, wherever the Jedi went the Galaxy usually followed. They were an important key element in maintaining the peace, and if you crossed the Jedi, you usually did not survive long. The Sith though, is apparently an offshoot of the Jedi, though the answer if that was true or not seems to be muddled through history. I was leaning towards it being an offshoot as that would make sense to me that an organization would expel remnants of itself that didn't fit the mold that they were trying to craft. They have since attacked the Old Republic several times, and the Jedi had been there to blunt attack each time. Till the Jedi ultimately won.

How they won this little competition between wizards, I was unaware of the full details. But for the last thousand years, the Sith appeared to have been dead, so I would assume it required the Jedi to pull a little genocide.

Just because their order acts like they're faithful and good doesn't mean they aren't above atrocities. They had been involved in the Mandalorian Excision 700 years ago that had basically destroyed all heavy industry within the Mandalorian Sector. There were apparently several planets that used to be massive ship construction yards rendered so inhospitable they were either lifeless balls of dirt with no air or toxic poisonous swamps.

That doesn't happen unless a concerted effort to remove a problem is undertaken. For beings who had been granted magical powers, I am sure they were abusing it for their own ends. Not that I wouldn't, I just would prefer not to be the usual target of said abuse.

I briefly wondered if there was some way to gain use of these Force Powers, though from what I could understand, you had to be born with it. And the only ones who apparently had access to the technology to check if you have those abilities are the Jedi themselves, sneaky little behavior there. What's the best way to make sure no competing organization comes into existence but make sure the only way to find out you have those powers is through your organization?

Not to mention their policy about taking them young was concerning. If you were to believe Zum's stories about the Jedi, they often traveled around the Galaxy looking for infants to steal. Now I doubt they actually stole them but to be honest, taking kids from their parents at a young age was not a healthy act for anyone involved. And I could see why the Mandalorians who put family as one of the main tenets of their culture would take issue and probably keep the Jedi out of their system.

Though I do wonder how long that practice had been in place. At least a thousand years ago, there were a few Mandalorian Jedi. There was a brief period of peace before the fall of the Old Republic allowed such a weird concept to come to be.

But anyways, whenever the Mandalorians were on the side of the Jedi, and their peacekeeping operations, things usually turned out well for them. There are often references and texts from the Jedi about how the Force was rewarding them for making the right choice and punishing them for making the wrong choice. When those things happened, I didn't put much thought into it as that seemed a lot like karma and I just did not want to believe in karma as that was hippie bullcrap. More likely acting as peacekeepers resulted in less stress in the area allowing for more trading of resources to the barbarian warlords being more acceptable in the initial period after such an event.

That being said the stigma was so high now we needed any amount of goodwill, so if we could find some way to get that goodwill that would be very helpful.

The problem was that Mandalore was not a major roadway. A surprising thing considering they have had an empire at one point you would assume that they would have created some sort of direct road leading through their territory to Mandalore but it would seem that the way hyper lanes were explored and created was not enforced in the region of Mandalore or it had been destroyed long ago.

In essence we were a small town a mile away from the freeway on both sides, there was no reason to go through our territory and no reason to stay. The only people who cared about the Mandalorian Sector were other mandalorians.

We weren't even a good holdover place between those two major thoroughways as there were pathways connecting them both to the north and south of us on most galactic maps.

Most trade came from the Corporate Sectors, an experiment in how far you could push corporations before they broke the rules of human dignity. And you're either using roads much closer to the Corporate Sector which leads into Hutt Space, a gangster-filled crime den, or the Core Worlds which were where most people wanted to be, the economic power of the Galaxy came from the core. Mandalore was Mid Rim to Outer Rim, we weren't important to the Galaxy.

That's not to say we didn't get our fair share of trade coming through, but the solution I think could be rectified in the coming years, was the Sector becoming a safe place to park.

It was just off to being a route that someone could take a stop to rest at but it was also just far enough off the road that if a pirate was daring enough, they could raid cargo that were manned by humans while passing by. This is why droids were often used for said freighters as they didn't need to pull off the road to stop at Mandalore for rest, they could just continue on to their destination.

Funny enough there was kind of a cure for this situation that I could think of, but it would not fly with the cultural environment of Mandalore. Las Vegas was never going to pass as a model for the rebuilding of Mandalore. Both the Old and the New would absolutely scream their heads off at that idea.

But the main point was that Mandalore had to be turned into some sort of stop for galactic trade. There had to be some sort of reason, otherwise anything we did inside the sector would stay inside the sector.

Mandalore used to have a large shipping industry. Maybe I should try poking at that subject with Duchess Satine. I knew they were using the old shipyards for the yacht project but they could easily be converted for cargo vessels. Maybe a sort of freighter repair stop, while their ship is being maintained, they could partake in Mandalore's other activities or the local cuisine. Another idea to run by Duchess Satine.

So much to do and so little time. It was only four months till my 16th birthday. Besides another dastardly party being prepared, I was to have another dress fit for the event.

I was spending most of my days studying the region in depth. Granted, I wouldn't need to know too much. The Senator and Prince Tal Merrik would be the leader of the delegation, and at least for the first few years I was just going to be there to learn. But I was fairly intrigued by how botched the whole Mandalorian situation was by the Republic.

The New Mandalorians were a great way to bring the Mandalorians into the Senate and make them more part of the galactic community, but they had basically been put in power after the Old Mandalorians had been conquered and then left to their own devices.

It frankly reminded me how lucky Japan was that there had been another threat right around the corner after the US defeated us in World War II. Although the Marshall Plan had been primarily to aid their allies in Europe, Japan had been aided quite a bit by it and that was due to the simple factor that there was a bigger threat waiting around the corner with the Soviet Union.

If the Republic had done more than just open markets and tried to contribute to the rebuilding efforts of Mandalore, the whole sector would be in a better condition than it had been before the Clan Wars, maybe even the civil war.

I wondered if there was a way to see that investment capital find its way to Mandalore without causing too many issues for both parties. That was something I would have to see about when I got to the Senate. I could study the history of every system and sector but the fact of the matter was until I spoke to the senators there and their corporate interests, to wine and dine them, I wouldn't know what was possible and what wasn't. Since the Senate was a fickle thing, making up its mind depending on whatever issue moved its heart the best at the time.

Only time would tell if I'd be able to move its heart in the general direction of goodwill for Mandalore. Getting out of the sector would be good for my own survival, on the off chance that someone who was not aligned with my opinions ever figured out I was the creator of the Silver Codex, it would be good to have contacts outside of Mandalore. Sure I had gotten the go-ahead from Satine but I was no fool. If things got really bad it would be better to cut ties of some political ward than to protect them.

Thankfully everything was proceeding as I had hoped and the middle ground was winning in the long term. All that's left is to see how long that would last before a new issue popped up.




Writers note: Sooo what do we have here weld first off this finished being written 2/22… that all I'm going to say on that matter for anyone who takes issues with the Simpson references.

Other than well ah little bit Bo thoughts little bit Satine handling state affairs and little bit what Tanya beening thinking on…

So let me know what you all think!




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I really hope the other non Tonya povs start tapering off.... Because honestly I want to read more about Tanya not all these other characters.
 
I'm just thinking how hilarious it would be if both the dark and light side tried to influence her and she's like oh no I'm not joining your cult hold my calculations and then proceeds to use calculations to use to force like she did in her previous world with magic.
 
I really hope the other non Tonya povs start tapering off.... Because honestly I want to read more about Tanya not all these other characters.
half of the next chapter Tanya PoV i bealive
Just wanted to say I'm enjoying the story, and I hope you leep going.
Will Do... wait leep?
I'm just thinking how hilarious it would be if both the dark and light side tried to influence her and she's like oh no I'm not joining your cult hold my calculations and then proceeds to use calculations to use to force like she did in her previous world with magic.
that would be neat...
I'm rather the opposite. I quite like reading the other povs. Though is just my opinion.
i believe chapter 11 will be more heavly Tanya Pov i'm afraid
 
Oh you know leep of logic, leep of faith, or you could forgive my phone keyboard based spelling error and keep goin XD
 
Chapter 10
Chapter 10
713 FNM (25BBY)
Month 10




Mandalore, Sundari,
Vai-Viktis Vizla


"Tanya, I don't think this is the greatest idea." I said as I followed along behind her, shaking my head.

"Nonsense, this is a perfectly reasonable idea." Tanya said, waving her hand to dismiss and toss away the idea.

"I mean, maybe, but exploring the city without guards seems tempting fate if you ask me." I pointed out keeping my eyes open in case any trouble happened.

"There are going to be opportunities and events that will require me to have a minimal security presence, mainly just opportunities and events that will be just the two of us. If I cannot trust you to keep me safe then why are you even here?" She said with a smile looking at me, causing me to sigh and acknowledge that there was a point to this madness.

"Besides, what was the point of all that training we've gone through under Bo if I couldn't handle myself in the literal safest city for my existence?"

"I don't know about that." I said looking over at a wall while we were passing by. The wall in question had a black outline of the symbol of Death Watch. A little bit of vandalism, but still it was something I had never seen sprayed on a wall in my lifetime. Death Watch had been thoroughly destroyed after the Clan Wars and the new Death Watch that my mother was a part of tended to be a lot more careful and quiet about their plans so who was posting images like this was a bit confusing to me.

Tanya looked over there as well and then shrugged. "I figured Death Watch two would come out sooner or later." She said as she started walking on, observing the neighborhood we were in.

Tanya had decided that she needed to see the people she would be serving without a large number of guards following her around to distinguish that she was some form of royalty. But instead of going to one of the wealthier districts like I assume she would plan when we snuck out. Instead, we ended up in a more lower-middle income area with lots of apartment buildings. More closer to the edges of the city, where manual labor jobs were located.

Turning to catch up to her I asked, "Death Watch two?" Wondering why she referred to it in such a way.

"Yes, Death Watch two. Well, I bet someone refers to it just as a continuation of Death Watch. I doubt direct continuation. All research I've done on their little paramilitary indicates that their leadership was completely wiped out, so any organization that pops up spouting that it is the same thing is most likely just an organization trying to use the name for brand recognizability. 'Your forefathers fought for Death Watch come join us' and all that shimmery." Tanya said without a hint of worry as we continued our walk.

"I theorize something like this would happen," she said. As we turned a corner, we saw another one of the Death Watch vandalizations on the wall, this time with a silver X through it. "As time goes on and the Clan Wars get further away, people are going to become a little bit disgruntled with the current status quo and wonder if the old status quo is better in some way, happens in every society. Once an ideology exists, it will grow in a society until it is either destroyed or fully asserts itself."

She stopped talking as a group of teenagers walked by, most of them wearing regular New Mandalorian clothes. However, a few of them were wearing noticeable knee and elbow pads meant for Mandalorian armor as they dribbled a ball between them.

"Hmm, it seems the idea of turning armor into a fashion statement is working."

"So what do you make of this?" I said, pointing to the silver X through the Death Watch symbol.

"An unfortunate but not unwelcome development. I theorized that an organization would take root with the groups who are displeased with the direction of the New Mandalorians. And I'd hoped that the document would help alleviate some of that pressure.

It would seem that considering how it's been referred to as the Silver Codex online, some people have taken it as a rallying mark.

As long as it stays as simple vandalism and childish gang stuff, it is not a big concern."

"And if it moves beyond that?" I asked, curious about her opinion.

"Thankfully the ideology of Silver is, let's call it, very defensive, so I don't think they will cause any trouble. I'm more concerned about their interactions with Death Watch in the future. Gang violence is not conducive to a stable economy, and if they end up going at each other, that could be a problem that could set back progress."

Continuing on her way, she looked at one of these storefronts at the lower parts of the building. It appeared to be selling some sort of designer Mandalorian vambraces, belts, and vests. Non-lethal items, designed for beauty, and finally the little bits of technology that were a glowing convenience. However, I would probably need to actually own one to know what it could do.

"Hmm, remind me to talk to Zum Muduuc when we go to Bo's training area again. I might have a business opportunity for him to consider."

I nodded, taking out a notebook to mark that down.

When I first met Tanya, I had trouble nailing down her eccentricities, even misunderstanding her at first. But over the years, I started to get to know how her mind worked. She was goal-driven, usually centered on peace like her aunt, but she was not a slave to peace like the New Mandalorians.

Instead, she was always looking for opportunities to push her agenda and keeping a strong sense of what could go wrong in mind. There were, of course, moments where she was more daring, but she usually had some sort of backup plan when she was implementing one of those daring ideas.

I wondered how that would serve her once we got to Coruscant. Theoretically, she would just be a regular diplomat, but with the way her mind worked, I would not be surprised if she could pull some fast ones and get Mandalore some trade deals that most people would not have considered.

Really only time would tell, but I trusted her a lot more now than when I first met her. Back then, she had just been a useful way to get away from mother. But considering she was willing to put herself through training to make sure she was in Tip-Top shape, explore areas of the city she was not usually going to go to see what it was like, and actually get an understanding of how Mandalore worked. I don't know. I just feel like she was going to go a lot further than a mere senator and do ten times more good than any senator could ever accomplish.

(Play: Tipsy)

My musings are interrupted when Tanya enters a local tapcafe in a fairly quiet side street. Called the Sleepy Strill, it is a tapcafe that is squeezed between an apartment and a laundromat with a logo of a sleeping strill above the door to the cantina. I followed her inside to see a fairly busy interior with most of the tables being occupied by teens our age, a bar counter with a bartender on the right side of the room with a door that you assume leads into the kitchen behind the counter, and a jukebox at the far end of the room. This is to be expected since it is after school has ended for the day and there is a local public school near here.

Tanya takes a seat at the counter and starts to look at the flimsiplas menu while the bartender watches. I followed her lead and took a seat next to her so I could lean in to take a look at the menu too. As expected it is filled with a variety of snacks, meals, and beverages with a few specialties here and there.

Before you can decide what to order you see Tanya wave the bartender over. "I'll have a glass of Black Caf, my friend will have some Cassus Tea, and a bowl of red gourd soup with grilled cheese Haarshun bread please."

The bartender raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you a little young to be drinking caf?"

"Yes, yes I am." came her immediate and deadpan reply.

The bartender shrugged before getting started on our orders. I knew Tanya wanted to drink caf for a long time, so this might be the true reason we are exploring the lower income areas of Sundari. Getting to know the population could just be an excuse or a secondary objective. People are less likely to recognise her here than in the upper districts where she is more often seen and the people are more likely to talk to Satine's staff about Tanya's activities.

"So, is the reason that we are here is so that you can satisfy your caf addiction?" I had to ask.

"Partially, no reason we can't gather information and have a break from walking at a nice tapcaf." Ah, so it is just a side benefit to exploring the city. "Additionally, tapcafs are an excellent place to gather information, as it's a location where many people gather and converse with one another. An excellent place to overhear information."

Tanya motions with her head to a group sitting at a table right behind them talking fairly loudly. "Man school is a pain, what I wouldn't give to go back to the old ways. At least my parents wouldn't give me homework. At most they'll give me chores around the house and then combat lessons on weekend with a bit of lessons from their life in the form of stories from their youth. Reading dry history books is torture."

Another teen in the group decides to chime in. "Come on, school is not that bad. If we didn't have school we wouldn't have met each other and learned stuff that our parents didn't know. Ms. Frizle's chemistry class is usually fun with her experiments."

"Yeah, but Mr. Rezla's Math and Ms. Kriz's New Mando philosophy lesson is a bore. Like when am I going to use them? Sure, learning how to count my money and how to not offend New Mandos is fine. But when the kriff am I going to use calculus?"

One of the girls in the group decided to chime in, "Well, you would need to know calculus for an office job as well as learning how to calculate hyperspace jumps."

"Yeah, I know I am not smart enough for an office job or being a trader, I'd just have the Astromech calculate my jumps. Anyway enough about school, so you guys ready for the Ambience Concert next week?"

My eavesdropping was interrupted when the bartender came back with our order. I got my tea, Tanya got her caf, and a plate of grilled cheese toast and red gourd soup was put in-between us. "Here you go, ladies. If you need anything let me know." As the bartender returns to serving the other customers you see Tanya pick up her caf and take a big sip from her foam cup.

I had to hide my laugh as a cough as I see Tanya's eyes go wide and her face becomes a grimace as she forces herself to swallow the drink that I assume would have the taste of waste water from an industrial plant. "What is this swill?"

The bartender who was also watching chimed in apologetically. "Insta-Caf, if you want real caf, you would need to go to those high class tapcafs in the upper districts. They are the only ones that have the money to import real freeze dried caf from off-world. All of the local government greenhouses are used to plant staple crops or fruits and vegetables."

"What about private greenhouses?"

"Nope, not enough space to plant entire fields of caf that can be sold commercially, and even if they did, it would be so pricey that only the rich could afford it for personal consumption. Of course that is just in Sundari."

"Oh?" I can hear the genuine interest in her tone.

"Oya'baat in Keldabe is an ancient hotel and tapcaf that is still in business since the Old Republic era. Their Spiced Caf is their most famous beverage in Mandalore because they are the only ones who made it. If you want the best caf on Mandalore, that's where you'll find it."

Tanya visibly deflates from the news. "Alright, do you have any recommendations to make this at least palatable?"

"I have just the thing. I'll be right back." As the bartender took back Tanya's drink, I took a sip of my tea after swallowing a bite of my grilled cheese bread that I dipped into the soup.

"So how was your first taste of being an adult?" I jest.

"It was… bracing, to put it mildly." she looked genuinely offended that such a thing is allowed to be sold commercially.

The bartender returned with Tanya's caf, except now it is much lighter in color. "Here you go, our Special Strill Caf. Guaranteed to turn even the worst insta-caf into something drinkable."

I watched as Tanya took a cautionary sip of the improved caf. It did not take long before it looked like she was in bliss. "Amazing, what did you do? It's like an entirely new drink?"

"Well, I added some nerf butter, a bit of cream, and a sprinkle of Correllian Cinnamon powder. The butter helps kill the bitterness and acidity whilst giving a smooth texture. The cream adds flavor as well as making it smoother. Finally the cinnamon powder gives the drink a healthy spicy yet sweet flavor." The bartender explained.

"I'll have to try that myself sometime, thank you sir." Tanya thanked the man before taking another sip.

"No problem, let me know if you need anything."

"Actually there is something you could help us with." Tanya pulled out a datapad. "Could you tell us what you think about the new Silver Codex that has been going around lately? It is for our school social studies project."

"Sure, as an apology for having you drink straight insta-caf, I'll answer some questions."





714 FNM (24BBY)
Month 1





Mandalore, Sundari, Royal Palaces
Engiz Ordo


Carefully I finished strapping the armored boot onto my leg. The silver beskar was a little gaudy for my personal taste but it was something I was just going to have to accept. I'd come a long way from just saying orphaned Ordo to a member of the royal guard and I was proud to have done it.

Most of my cousins were more interested in local affairs. Rusak who was like a brother to me, was currently studying to become a doctor. Bark my slightly younger brother, who is about my own age, and is planning to go into politics directly, maybe even taking over for the old man when the time comes. Hell even my adopted sister Ikudtovu, was going into security because she wanted to be part of the local self-defense force.

Until I was 10, I had planned to become a historian. I had always enjoyed the histories of our worlds, always enjoyed learning about all the cultures and my life had pretty much been set for a teaching gig. And then I met her, the monster, and I just knew I needed to be part of the royal guard.

"Hey, if you keep admiring yourself in the reflection of your knee guards, people are going to think you're vain. Which is totally unfair, that's my job." Came the voice of possibly the strangest personality I'd ever come across. Tabi Kregg a Mandalorian from Harswee, they were a strange group of Mandalorians to say the least. And Tabi was a wondrous example of how strange they were. Harswee had a slightly higher gravity which had resulted in even their weakest candidates for military work hitting the minimum requirements for the Royal Guard.

Why was that important? Well that's why Tabi, who looked lithe, compared to the rest of the Royal Guards currently preparing for their first meeting with their soon-to-be target of protection duties. Add in Harswee's long history of fabric work and high fashion results in a very flamboyant personality.

Shaking my head I said "Not vain, just thinking, Tabi."

"Good, I don't want someone trying to compete for my position as the most beautiful Royal Guard." He said as he did a little twirl to show off his blue uniform.

"And when did you acquire this position?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, when I took that maid to…" you see them stop and think better of themself before saying. "A gentleman never tells about his conquest."

"Right, just going to pretend I didn't hear that." I said standing up and kicking my boots against the ground to make sure they were well and truly on. Reaching down I picked up my helmet and carefully slid it on the massive wing that went off the top. It was a little bit unbalancing but I have been training to deal with this for a couple years now. Ever since I made my interest in a position as a Royal Guard known to the patriarch, he'd been more than willing to make sure I got the training needed.

The only real thing I hate about this helmet was the missing T of a visor. Instead of using the old method they had gone with some open eye design, sure I could slide the part of the helmet down and use it as sort of a sun blocker but if I just had a full helmet I would have access to a lot more tech than this piece of metal and not get dust or smoke in my eyes.

I was reaching over for the force staff when Tabi spoke up. "So what battlefield are you planning to go to?"

"Battlefield?" I asked, a little bit confused.

"Every Mandalorian has their own personal battlefield. At least that's what my family believes. That's how Mandalore the Binder took control of our system so many generations ago."

"Mandalore the Binder." I muttered. He was a Mandalore about 2,000 years ago, I think. It was hard to tell because there might have been another Mandalore the Binder but you are probably talking about the one that had come from your home world of Harswee. Man was considered one of the greatest Mandalores that ever existed and showed that it was possible for anyone to take on that rank as he had been a son of a rug maker. Harswee still produced rugs to this day even though they were all diversifying with other fabric products.

"I hate to say this but I don't have a battlefield I am angling for, because I'm exactly where I want to be."

"So your battlefield was to become a Royal Guard? Intriguing." Tabi said as he looked at me with an uncomfortable stare. Ignoring the pinkish blonde lock that was trying to come loose of his wild hair and block his view.

"Alright then, what battlefield are you trying to conquer?" I said, trying to get him to stop staring at me.

"Well fashion of course," he said matter of factly before continuing, "and maybe a few young lasses' hearts along the way."

"Really? that's it?" came a female voice from a few spots over. "All that build up and your answer is 'I want to get laid?'" Thisish Skota stepped into the locker area not seeming to care this was the men's locker room and pointed directly at Tabi. "If you're going to be a filthy degenerate do me a favor and make sure you do it safely. We only have a limited supply of STD medication and I'm not going to give it all out to you if you're going to abuse it." She didn't have her helmet on so you could see that she was a few years older than the rest of the people in the room. One of the old hands that is meant to keep an eye on the newer Royal Guards for this assignment. She brushed her dark black hair back before she crossed her arms waiting for a response.

"Madam you wound me I would never abuse the stockpile." Tabi said acting overly hurt by the comments.

"So the stockpiles will abuse you?" Came the voice of the fourth member of their little group, Kor Kastel. Causing Thisish to chuckle and Tabi to look indignant. Didn't seem to care though as he was too busy trying to figure out how to get the shoulders to poof out right on the uniform. Kor was a dark-haired man from Vorpa'ya. I wasn't too familiar with the culture of that planet beyond being in the same system as Concord Dawn. All I knew was that it didn't have many notable features and was mostly used as an agri-world.

Only thing I can really identify about him was that he had a thing for tattoos as I've seen many ancient Mandalorian symbols tattooed on his upper body. Must have meant for standard good luck from what I understood. Though it was interesting that he had the iron heart directly tattooed over his heart.

"Oh you think you're a real comedian don't you? Well answer me this, what is your battlefield then?" Tabby said pointing at Kor.

"Wherever the guard sends me is my battlefield." Kol answered nonchalantly.

"By the Binder, I do want to hear goals more loftier than fighting for the Royal Guard, Royal Guard is what we do not who we are." Tabi proclaimed.

"Well if you put it like that my goal is to make sure young idiots like you don't get themselves dead by prolonged idiotic stupid disease ridden stunts. So please do not waste my medical supplies." Thisish was giving him the death glare.

Whatever thoughts I was going to have were sideswiped as the Second in command of this detachment of Royal Guards opened the door. Kuth Mok stepped in and immediately looked around."I see everyone has not finished putting on their armor, except Ordack, of course." He said mentioning to the last member of the guard unit, who was leaning back against a corner, having already gotten himself prepared.

Struc Ordack nodded his head to his second in command. Ordack was sticking to his 'no unnecessary comment' shtick the entire time I'd known him, which was about a month at this point. He was the team's commander, but he only spoke up when necessary, preferring to let Mok and Thisish keep the majority in line.

"In the next 20 minutes, we will be meeting with codename Pixie for our introduction." Ordack said looking at his vambrace sounding displeased to use the codename that apparently had been used for there charge for longe while now, "We'll be part of her personal Royal Guard detachment to make sure she doesn't get into any trouble, you have made good time but it might be wise to speed up."
Thisish nodded her agrement, "We are the Mandalorian Royal Guard. We must maintain our professional status at all times while looking disciplined and gallant whilst doing it. Looking like a hodgepodge of parts is an insult to our position"

"Plus," Mok added, "as soon as we get this meeting over with, the sooner we can go back to off duty and I can go watch the latest episode of the Protectors.

"Yes Sir." came the voices of the 3 newbies guards before we quickly gathered on the rest of our stuff.

"So," Tabi Sais looking at Kuth, "what your personal Battlefield?"

Kuth, who was busy attaching his vambrace to his cybernetic arm, gave him a looked that said he had no idea what Tabi was talking about. "My battlefield? It's whenever a person screws up and need me to fix their tech issues?"

"That 's not what I mean?" Tabi said looking annoyed.

"Too bad, that the answer your getting, now get your helmet on." Kuth responded before his hand glitched and gave a rude gesture, at least I think glitched out. He began working on trying to fix it from that position.

After the 20-minute time span, we have been given to get fully dressed. We were told to be waiting outside our barracks area, standing next to each other in formation. I was a bundle of nerves. I will admit it, today was the day I've been working a long time to get to ever since I was 13 and I confirmed something.

The day I met a monster. And as if my thoughts of her was a summoning spell, said monster appeared.

Walking down the hallway with her handmaiden close by her side, in a comfortable looking dress with her fully auburn hair almost down to the small of her back now, came Tanya Kryze or as the Royal Guard apparently had codenamed her the Pixie. Why is she named that way? I didn't know but it apparently has been around for a long time.

"Good afternoon Lady Kryze." Commander Ordack said bowing his head to the royal family member. "I've assembled your guard detail for your coming trip to Coruscant for inspection."

"Thank you Commander Ordack, my protective detail looks well and truly put together." She said looking us over, from my distance of a few feet away, with a practiced eye it felt like.

"If you wish ma'am, I could introduce each of them to you."

"I believe I can introduce myself, thank you very much." Tanya said, nodding for the royal guard before stepping forward looking at the first person in line.

"You're a little short for a Royal Guard." she commented, looking at Tabi.

"On Harswee I'm actually fairly tall." came his chipper reply before he gave a bow, "Tabi Kregg at your service ma'am."

"Harswee, higher gravity am I correct?" Tabby nodded, "Are you genetically divergent from the regular human genome? Well in any case,I accept your service Tabi and I hope we have a wonderful good real working relationship." She said with a smile before stepping on and looking up at the next guard who happened to be me.

Considering she had initiated the conversation with Tabby I decided to remain quiet assuming this was the proper formalities.

"Engiz?" Tanya said, looking up at me, completely stalling my brain for a second. I hadn't told her I was coming in my last letter to her. Hell, I kept the whole Royal Guard plan a surprise so how did she know it was me. "Engiz Ordo?" She asked again.

"Yes, Tanya, it's me. Surprise?" I tried to say, though my surprise was totally and completely destroyed at this point.

"Good to see you, Engiz," she said, reaching up to pat me on the shoulder, "it'll be good to have conversations with someone else I know on Coruscant and we won't have to wait on mail delay, finally."

I smiled beneath my helmet and nodded "Yes, we won't." Smiling, she moved on and I could do nothing much other than watch her go. She was a monster alright, an intelligent monster with good instincts on how to fight. And I simply wanted to be near her when something happened. I didn't know how far she would go but people like her went far and the people who were close to them when they did, rose in status and fame. She had the potential to become the next Mandalor and I wanted to be by her side the whole way.

Smiling, I turned my head back to look straight ahead, to look more professional. Then I noticed that Tabi was looking at me, turning a bit I looked at him before he elbowed me in the side. "Liar, no battles my ass." he said in a hushed and teasing tone as I stifled a groan.

I think he might have popped something out of place, couldn't exactly blame him, he's from a planet where people had a lot more tolerance for strength but it still hurt like hell. Maintaining full control I tried not to show the pain until Tanya had left and all the other guards were filing back into the barracks.

Thankfully, Thisish noticed me standing awkwardly and came over to ask what was wrong or I might have stood there for a couple hours more trying to keep the pain in.




Mandalore, Sundari, Royal Palaces
Tanya Kryze


On the job training is not a subject I had to entertain very often. I worked my entire life to get to the position I was in my first life and in my second life I'd at least had training before war took over the continent.

Well I guess going from an artillery spotter to Ace over the course of 30 minutes was a bit of on-the-job training that I had not prepared for. That being said, this on the job training was not as dangerous.

Today was my 16th birthday party as well as my going away party. Next week I'd be packed off to the Senate and be far far away from the troubles of Mandalore. I just hoped my little attempts to stem the potential rebellions that were brewing would pay off while I was gone.

As for the party itself, it was fairly similar to my 13th birthday party. A lot of people talking and exchanging pleasantries, a few people asking to dance with other people, it was all so formal and not exactly my forte. Frankly I was still somewhat getting used to the idea of being Royalty. First life had not had such privileges and second life so I had achieved a noble status through hard work and dedication. I've been a little busy dodging bullets most of the time to enjoy all the benefits of that.

If it wasn't a party in my favor I might have looked at ways to duck out but as it was I just simply smiled and waved at the people who smiled and waved at me and acted as princessly as I could. Just had to make it through this day wearing this updated version of the dress I'd worn when I was 13 and I'd be done with this for at least a couple weeks. It's something that I had to work on, most of the time there are going to be too many opportunities for this kind of socialization on Coruscant.

"Good evening Miss Kryze." A voice came from my side causing me to look up. Standing before me was a blonde haired man I kind of recognized but I couldn't place. It was definitely one of the people who worked with Satine higher up in the government but I just don't think we'd ever had a proper meeting before.

"Good evening," I said, doing a little curtsy as I've been trained to do over the years. I now spent twice as many decades as a woman or a girl than I had ever spent as a man so I was no longer feeling a bit of my pride dying every time I had to do something like this. It was simply a requirement of my position in order to maintain my social status, so I could either get worried about that and have nothing I can do about it or ignore it and go on with my life. Best option is to ignore it as I had but better things to do.

Smiling, the man held out his right hand as his left held a goblet of some kind. "Pre Vizsla Governor of Concordia, I don't believe you've ever had the chance to meet before."

Taking the hand for the offered shake I nodded. "Yes I don't believe we've ever actually had the opportunity, well I must say I've been to your world quite often. Your work in rebuilding it is quite lovely."

"Why thank you, the people of Concordia have worked hard to turn that ball of dirt into a green world once again, always good to receive praise for our work." He said, swirling the liquid in his glass before sipping. "It was actually because of your trips to Concordia that I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh?" I asked in an inquiring way, wondering where this was going.

"Well, although Concordia is doing a lot in it's rebuilding process it still has some time to go before it is truly restored. The process could be sped up of course but we would need the Republic to lessen its restrictions on what we could do. Staying true to the letter prevents us from importing animals from other Mandalorian planets that would thrive on Concordia."

"Intriguing, what's the exact restriction?" I asked and I raised my brow, kind of curious about what this is actually about. Was this some sort of long play? Had he allowed the use of the moon for my training in hopes of having me help him deal with some Republic restrictions? If so, my hats off to him as I saw no reason not to at least look into the matter. If I could help him out with making Concordia complete it's terraforming process to a livable moon faster. I saw no reason not to try and help as any resources that would be saved in the long run could be diverted to rebuilding the other planets of the Mandalorian system.

"The Endangered Animals act to be exact, Concordia used to have a large diverse array of carnivorous predators even before Mandalorians brought in packs of animals from other planets to hunt. That was several thousand years ago and the Excision did not help those populations. As far as anyone's aware those carnivorous predators are now all extinct but we are still labeled as a planet that needs its environment protected due to its history. This of course prevents us from bringing in new animals that could threaten the environment of the ones that are now dead.

If you could look into getting us off that list it would help greatly in the rebuilding efforts, as I could bring in resources not just from Mandalorian systems.

"Just from Mandalorian systems?" I asked, confused.

"Right, part of the restrictions prevents us from trading Mandalorian plants that may have had contact before the restrictions were in place, as a way of preventing species from other planets from accidentally being transplanted."

Ah, so this environmental protection was not only preventing the terraforming, it was also clamping down on the trade of the planet as anything would have to basically go through another Mandalorian planet before going to Concordia.

Nodding my head I said "Well I'm unaware if I will have any way to help with this situation but I will definitely look into it. That's the best I can offer."

Pre smiled, "At least someone will be looking into it. I've been trying to get Tal Merrik to look into it for some time now but he's always been busy trying to get trade deals for Kalevala."

That raised my eyebrow, interplanetary rivalry and was not a good look and could cause problems down the line. I need to keep an eye on Senator Merrik if he was abusing his position to favor Kalevala over the other planets of the Mandalorian system, let alone the sector.

Of course this might be a biased opinion so I would give Senator Merrik the benefit of the doubt to prove it wrong with his deeds.

Smiling, I simply nodded and said "Well I'm sure he's got a good reason but I will keep this matter on the table in our conversations. Getting this wildlife reserve status removed from Concordia seems like a reasonable stance to take if the planet has already had all of the original species population wiped out."

"Thank you Miss Tanya, looks like there's a bit of a line forming behind me so I'll be seeing you around." He said with a nod before taking a few steps away clearing the way for another man who was waiting in the wings.

Said man was in his early 50s by my guess, balding and carrying a box. As soon as Governor Vizsla cleared the way he stepped forward, "Drioz Shuur of Mandel Technologies, at your service Miss Kryze."

"Tanya Kryze, pleasure to meet you." I said, in greeting.

"Miss Tanya, would you be willing to help a Mandalorian Corporation out?"

That raised my eyebrow with a smile, nothing like honesty to improve my mood. "Well as a nobleI I'm a servant of the people, if the corporation's goals align with improving the people's lives I would not be against helping out a corporation. Assuming your proposition is beneficial to the people?

"Oh yes, this will be beneficial to everyone involved. As a soon-to-be representative of our people, you will be invited to plenty of events while you are away. Not only that you will be seen on cameras across the sector, you will be a representation of our people, a trendsetter."

'Oh this could go badly.' I thought, my eyebrow thoroughly reaching the top of my hairline at this point. "You are not wrong, though I don't see how this will-." He cut me off and held up the box to me.

"Why this gift will be how you help our corporation, as we plan to help many others." Curious, I took the box and opened it with my left hand only to see two mandalorian bracers laying inside, elegantly designed for style if I had to guess with several screens currently off.

I was actually in a market for Mandalorian vambraces but I was planning to go through Zum for that. He was working on getting the materials together so I was intrigued at what I was seeing. An opportunity is here but I thought I better ask more questions about what I was dealing with.

"Mandalorian vambraces, aren't these a bit too militaristic for a gift?" I asked carefully.

"Oh heavens no, this is a new model we have created based on the ever growing popularity of the Silver Codex. It only have defensive systems such as a small energy shield, in case of assassination attempts, a communicator with a powerful enough transmitter to reach orbit on some of the lesser atmospheric worlds, and the most popular feature that we have been working on a small computer allowing you to access the galactic net. All well designed and hidden inside these elegantly built plasteel casing."

It was a smartphone, he was giving me a smartphone in the form of a vambrace that also has an energy shield, this is a very useful item. No, I did not miss the last thing, "Did you say plasteel?

"Yes, these are designed exclusively for export and we're hoping that when you are seen outside of the Mandalore sector the people will see you as a trendsetter amongst the youth and will put in orders for as many of these vambraces as we can sell."

I nodded my head and I said, "I appreciate your honesty," as I closed the box, "and I will do my best to set a trend as it were but I will make no guarantees that it will take off."

"Nothing's ever guaranteed in the galaxy except war and taxes." that got to chuckle out of me. I have not expected to hear a version of death and taxes but there was and it wasn't exactly wrong for their culture.

"Isn't that the truth, hopefully though the war part will become less guaranteed. Peace is always preferable in a good economy."

"Agreed my lady, thank you for hearing me out and enjoy the vambraces."

"Will do and if you have anything else like this, don't be afraid to ring me up. As far as I'm aware trend setting is not illegal behavior for the Senate."

"Noted." the man said with a smile, before walking away.

Well then this party was turning out to be more exciting then I had expected. Well I'd officially made a contact in an industry that could always come in handy in the future. Plus, I could always let Zum upgrade the vambraces with beskar plating in the future.




Coronet
Tanya Kryze


I looked out the window of the Coronet and smiled at the space outside as it zoomed by. This is probably the fastest I had ever traveled and it was in comfort and style. The Coronet was the personal yacht of Duchess Satine, though it served mainly as the transport for those of upper class from Mandalore to the one Core World Mandalore cared about, Coruscant. The economic and diplomatic capital of the Republic.

A massive city that encrusted an entire planet. I was fairly curious to finally see the planet I've been told about for most of this life. What I managed to find didn't exactly give me the most glorious picture. It sounded like a cyberpunk dystopia in a few places but I was going towards the better parts of the city so I would at least be safe, I assumed.

"Mistress, please stop staring out the window, you'll get hyper space sickness." came the mechanical voice of my Droid.

"Apologies X4, I will keep my eyes on the internals of the ship." I said turning to face the silver and green Droid.

I had many options to choose from when it came to droids, more than I really expected, really. Which shows that there is a healthy free market going on when it comes to droids and their technology. The expected choice, the one that I think most diplomats would have gone with, was the 3PO model. They were the industry standard for a century when it came to dealing with multiple species translations and etiquette. They are also fairly expensive yet are the cheapest option on the market, while also being capable enough that in some ways could replace me.

When a droid could function as a diplomat for you, there was really no reason for you to exist. Thus I searched the Droid market for something that would not be a danger to my position and would instead improve my capabilities. My quest for such a droid resulted in the 3D-4X Administration Droid. It had many of the same abilities as a 3PO model and instead of a lifeless human-like head, it had a silver one too, but coming out of the neck with one eye at the top. What was more interesting to me about this Droid than having something that could replace me was its abilities for administration. Not only was it good at translating, albeit with a fraction of the language library available to 3PO models, it could also handle my finances. While I am no slouch when it comes to administration, I was a member of an HR department, thus my specialties lie in managing the workers and smoothing relations with other companies or suppliers than managing spreadsheets filled with numbers and timetables.

Having a mechanical underling who could quickly figure out the most financially beneficial way to do something was far more appealing than a droid that could just speak a lot of languages.It was a bit more expensive but having the capabilities of someone who could handle all financial situations I would find myself in, would pay for itself quickly. And since droids could live up to 100 or more years no doubt my next of Kin would be thanking me for my forethought.

X4 for his part is rather professional and diligent. Didn't talk much unless prompted and was rather cool about everything he said. "I brought your tea, mistress."

"Didn't I ask for caf?" I questioned.

"Duchess Satine has ordered me to not offer you caf until your 18th birthday, as it would stunt your growth."

I collapsed a bit into my chair with a groan. While I had managed to sneak one final cup of caf from the Sleepy Strill last week, some cups of caf a month is not enough caf in your honest opinion. The moment I thought I had the freedom to have as much caf as I want, two more years have been added to it.

"I've already reached my maximum height of 5'6 last year. I don't think I'm going to get any taller than that."

"Satine's orders are the administration's orders, if you have a problem with the administration please contact your Duchess Satine."

I tried not to let my annoyance show, who would have thought droids had parental controls. Then again what is a Droid but a computer? Why wouldn't you give a kid control over a computer without putting some sort of parental locks on it?

"Alright, alright no need to get snippy." I said, reaching out to grab the glass of tea and sipped it. I took a moment to relax as X4 came to stand next to my seat waiting for whatever my next order would be. This really was The Life™ , a proper retirement when you really thought about it. Yes, there was the threat of rebellion and chaos but this little moment of peace of being an aristocrat was almost worth ticking off Being X and all of the crap I had to deal with in my 2nd life.

Before I could get too sentimental though, someone opened the door to Coronet's lounge of Coronet.

"Oh, there you are." came the voice of my generous host as he walked into the room with his own 3PO model Droid following behind him. Another reason I had sprung for the more business minded option, my employer already has a 3PO model.

"Senator Tal Merrik," I said, straightening up, "or is it Prince? I'm not sure which title comes first in this situation." I have tried to look it up in my current understanding with the senator but it was always best to ask.

"Senator," he said with an offhanded look before taking a seat across from me signaling his 3PO model to get a drink from a nearby locked bar, "only when I'm on Kalevala does the prince title take precedence."

I nodded my understanding and made note of it in case I ever came up. "In any case, I thought I should have a little meeting with you before we reach Coruscant, I wanted to make sure you understand the political situation that's been brewing that we are under strict orders to not get involved in."

I don't think I could raise my eyebrow any higher after that statement but I took it in with the calmness a princess was supposed to have. "And what is this situation we must remain diligent to not step in?"

"To put it simply, a former Jedi is dropping the non-political stance they've been playing at for the last thousand years. He is gathering several systems unsatisfied with the Republic under his banner. Personally I believe he's simply trying to use the systems to get himself elected as Chancellor, like the Jedi Chancellors of old but I haven't had a chance to talk to him yet."

I felt the cold grip of fear tug at my heart. A former military leader was gathering planets to position himself into politics. That could go badly and why was he gathering discontents? I was going to need to do research on this just to make sure I understood the situation but I would honor the prince's request.

"Understood, I will stay far away from this situation. Frankly I'm more interested in trade deals and ways of improving the Mandalore system over any petty politics of 'who should be the leader in the Senate'."

"Good," he said as his Droid brought him his drink he smiled before sipping it then continued. "Also, stay far away from the Jedi. On a good day they're the Chancellor's dogs. On a bad day, well what happened to Mandalore during the Excision was a bad day."

"Not a fan of the space wizards?" I mused as I listened to him.

"Nope, I've seen enough of their so-called peacekeeping to know that when a situation goes south they usually make it worse."

I nodded my head but I would withhold my judgment for now on that one that sounded like ancient bias to me. Mandalorians and Jedi have been going at it for nearly 4,000 years, maybe more so I could see why bad blood existed between them. How bad the blood was I wasn't sure yet though that was not my problem. It wasn't like I was trying to integrate Jedi into Mandalorian society, that sounded like a recipe for disaster.

But I just simply said "I'll keep my distance from them if I see their brown robes." I've seen one or two holo videos with supposed Jedi actors and they always wore brown robes so I assumed that was some sort of sign of their cult.

"Exactly, if you see brown robes walk the other way." He said matter of factly before sipping his drink.




Kamino
Jango Fett


I chuckled as I read the last few lines on the document before me. I just returned from a hunt, a simple and easy job too. Get in, bash a head, drop off the unfortunate soul that the person who wanted him, and get out. Most of my bills were paid by my contract with the cloners but I still enjoyed the hunt every once in a while. Plus being cooped up in the city for too long can get a bit too much for me sometimes.

And as I always did when I went on a trip out, I picked up a few things on my way home. I had swung by the edges of the Mandalorian sector and picked up a rather unique little trinket, the Silver Codex, what a bunch of malarkey.

"What's so funny?" came the voice of one of the members of my Cuy'val Dar, Kal Skirata. Not to be surprised I hadn't made it all the way back to my room before opening this particular document, things like this I usually left in the common area for them just so they could keep aware of what the Galaxy was up to.

Shrugging I tossed him the datapad, "Someone's decided they like the SuperCommando Codex enough to use it in their own document. Hell, not a big fan of their redefining of what a mandalorian should be."

"Really now?" Skirata said, sounding like he was already suspicious of the document before he opened it, taking the seat across from me at the lunch table. "Anything I should know ahead of reading this?"

"Author is unknown and White Silver sounds like a goddamn holo star name." I said relaxing a bit.

Skirata did a quick read of the document nodding his head along. "I've already said hogwash, but hey at least this is better than the New Mand doctrine of hiding in your holes and hope no one comes knocking, at least they'd fight in this."

"That's a point, can't see it being very successful though. In the long run, New Mandos are always a bit of a stickler for their whole pacifism stick and the Traditionalists aren't exactly going to jump for joy just because they are allowed to wear their armor again. They lost political power the moment the New Mandalorians took it so if they see a chance to take it back they will, that's how the Mandalorian sector works." I said thinking about, well a lot of things, there wasn't a good code of honor left in the Mandalorian sector in my opinion.

"True, but then again this Silver Codex does offer a continuation of the main idea of what it means to be a Mandalorian but I can see it sticking around for a while, at least as well as the SuperCommando Codex is doing. Who knows when this army finally goes into action and does its duty? Maybe it'll go back to Mandalore and be welcomed there because of something like this."

"You think the cloners are going to let the army go?" I asked, not really thinking this army has a chance at freedom. They do their duty and whatever happens after that, I wasn't sure.

"Don't know, but I'd like to think that they have a chance in Mandalore. If they ever do build this self defense force, well these boys would more than willing sign up for that. Which is a bit of a better future prospect than becoming a mercenary or a bounty hunter."

"On that, I can agree." I said with a smile.




Writers note: ahh and thus her journey has begun and we move on from her training and learning arc, to her political actions arc. Which could be as long or shorter not sure yet, depending on what I can come up with, I think I have enough for 3 or 4 chapters so it might be a short ark. Also would like to thank Maryon from space battles who created some wonderful fan art that I have permission to uses as the cover image. If you are on FF, SV, or Ao3 and are wondering why should you visit the Spacebattles thread, images like this as well omakes made by readers are the reason.




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Another teen in the group decides to chime in. "Come on, school is not that bad. If we didn't have school we wouldn't have met each other and learned stuff that our parents didn't know. Ms. Frizle's chemistry class is usually fun with her experiments."
...Had to look it up to be sure as it's been a long time since I've seen much relating to it but the teacher's name reminded me of the Magic School Bus. Mainly as the teacher in it was named Ms. Frizzle. So it is now stuck in my head that there's a teacher similar to her in a mandalorian school. ....Wonder what a Mandalorian version of the Magic School Bus would even be like?



"Drioz Shuur of Mandel Technologies, at your service Miss Kryze."
So a representative of MandalTech/Legends , then again wiki says they specialize in weapons and starships not to mention being a sister corporation of MandalMotors. So could be a different company with a very similar name. For one thing the different spellings of: Mandel and Mandal. Or you just have them involved in more things.

...Though sounds amusing and maybe some confusion of there being two rival companies with similar names.





Anyways, I wonder if theres gonna be some political related thing that some how manages to escalate to the point of Tanya and Vai somehow finding themselves in a lower level stuck in a 3 way battle between some gangs. Possibly even involvement of Security and/or other mandaloriens that arn't the royal guard....Or something, something, corporate espionage involving the Mandalorian companies.
 
Anyways, I wonder if theres gonna be some political related thing that some how manages to escalate to the point of Tanya and Vai somehow finding themselves in a lower level stuck in a 3 way battle between some gangs. Possibly even involvement of Security and/or other mandaloriens that arn't the royal guard....Or something, something, corporate espionage involving the Mandalorian companies.
If the hints being dropped in this story play out, Tanya might inherent her father's trouble magnet nature. Obi Wan lived through at least three wars before being knighted after all, and Tanya has her own protagonist's luck at play, not to mention a likelihood of at least some minor, untrained, force abilities.

Even if Obi-Wan isn't her father, between all the Sith Wars the Mandalorians fought in, and the Mandalorian Jedi, force sensitivity is probably higher in their clans than common in the general galactic population.
 
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So a representative of MandalTech/Legends , then again wiki says they specialize in weapons and starships not to mention being a sister corporation of MandalMotors. So could be a different company with a very similar name. For one thing the different spellings of: Mandel and Mandal. Or you just have them involved in more things.

...Though sounds amusing and maybe some confusion of there being two rival companies with similar names.
well actually there were meant to be the same company... now I'm thinking about doing what you thought up instead...

Anyways, I wonder if theres gonna be some political related thing that some how manages to escalate to the point of Tanya and Vai somehow finding themselves in a lower level stuck in a 3 way battle between some gangs. Possibly even involvement of Security and/or other mandaloriens that arn't the royal guard....Or something, something, corporate espionage involving the Mandalorian companies.
and now i have another idea for the chapter...

Huh…somehow I'd had it in my head that this was taking place not long after the Naboo crisis. Oops. :oops:
that because back in chapter one we were 2 yours after naboo crisis, it now 8 your after it so time fly when having fun

Even if Obi-Wan isn't her father, between all the Sith Wars the Mandalorians fought in, and the Mandalorian Jedi, force sensitivity is probably higher in their clans than common in the general galactic population.
well, this is something I have been suggesting in fact, that Mandalorians do to their history with Jedi have resulted in high than expected number of force-sensitive, that just have normal everyday lives.
 
Well, kinda makes sense, right? if the Jedi don't recruit on Mandalore, those force sensitives on mandalore stayed. After millenia of not removing force sensitives from the gene pool, there is a good chance the mandalorians have more force sensitives that the rest of the actively recruited planets.
 
Well, kinda makes sense, right? if the Jedi don't recruit on Mandalore, those force sensitives on mandalore stayed. After millenia of not removing force sensitives from the gene pool, there is a good chance the mandalorians have more force sensitives that the rest of the actively recruited planets.
It's not just a matter of Jedi candidates being removed from the gene pool, (which doesn't really apply, as the rest of their family is probably still around) but the fact that the Mandalorians spent a long time crusading and fighting alongside Jedi and Sith. Between marriages and the occasional "accidents" caused by the will of the force, (like Luke and Leia) the mandalorian force sensitive population would be unusually high.
 
that basicly what new canon felt liky they were heading in rebels, when sabine started to wield the darksaber, seemed to be implying you needed to be somewhat force sensitive in order to use the dark saber, effectively, and same implication felt like expanded to Jedi and their light sabers.
I think that it was always cannon that making effective use of a lightsaber required some level of force sensitivity, even if the individual lacked the strength in the force to be a Jedi.
 
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
714 FNM (24BBY)
Month 1





Coruscant
Tanya Kryze


"Quite an impressive view." I said to Vai as I looked out the window of my apartment. We had arrived in the middle of the night or day, I wasn't sure, 9 hours ago dead tired and immediately just found our way to our sleeping quarters. So taking stock of our quarters and where we'd be living for who knows how long, have not occurred the night before.

Now that I was fully awake, I was quite enjoying the view. We were in a tower of sorts that was just outside of the Senatorial District, the second to top floor. As a result, I had a good view of the main Senatorial Complex. The strange rounded building reminded me more of a UFO from the fifties than any governmental building I'd ever seen in my lives.

It was quite an impressive building and if I moved to the other side of the tower I could just barely see what was called the Jedi Temple. It itself was also impressive and reminded me of a mix of a ziggurat and the Hagia Sophia.

"Yeah, quite impressive." Vai said from behind me sounding rather unimpressed as she helped me get my dress on. This one was not as fancy as some of the ones I've been stuck wearing over the years. But it was just tough enough that letting Vai handle the back of it was more practical than trying to figure it out myself, which would waste too much time.

I was not one to let a day go to waste after all. And so, even though this was my first day in the capital of the Republic, I had already scheduled a meeting with someone I thought could help with issues related to Mandalore.

Mainly hoping to speed up the terraforming process. Why no one had reached out to this group yet? I have a few educated guesses on that. A lot of time had been spent researching on the trip here, so I had prepared for this meeting as much as I could.. But that was later today, right now I could afford to enjoy myself for a bit.

"You don't sound too enthused." I said as a matter of course, always wanting to know what my employees were thinking after all.

"Have you gotten a chance to look over the rules the Senator of Mandalore has so graciously left on our table?"

"No, I really have not." I said. I haven't even left my room yet since arriving. So it was understandable I might have missed this.

The Mandalorian Embassy Tower, I guess? Or is it just an apartment complex owned by the Mandalorian government? I wasn't sure yet, I would have to look into the details when I got the chance, is broken up into several sections. The top floor is the Senatorial Suite, where the Senator of Mandalore worked and lived.

The floor I was on, is the Visiting Diplomat Suite. Even if I was going to be more than visiting, it was not a bad place as there are two bedrooms, one for me one for Vai. There was a kitchenette and a living area that was combined into the main area of the apartment. And an outer hallway for the elevators to the floor above below where I was assuming we had two Royal guards waiting.

Beneath this suite are a set of rooms for even more diplomats though some of them were now being used by my Royal Guards. I had not been down there yet so I didn't know the layouts of that particular floor.

"We are not allowed to go too far down into Coruscant, or explore too far away from the senatorial district." Vai said matter-of-factly before continuing. "I don't know about you but I thought we'd get a chance to at least explore more of this city than just the fancy pants areas."

I chuckled at that, "I had never really thought about exploring more of this economic world. Oh sure, I was somewhat tempted to see how life had developed on a planet devoid of natural environments. But the fact of the matter was even I could see why these rules were in place."

The rules are most likely in place because outside of those areas crime becomes high enough that it is risky for people to wander around if they look too wealthy.

"We're Mandalorians, we can take a little fist-fight." Vai said showing a bit of the war mania that all Mandalorians seem to suffer from. Better to explain the idea of diplomatic repercussions I thought.

"Yes, while we're Mandalorians who'd win any fist-fights, that could cause a scandal. As representatives of Mandalore, we may have immunity in certain laws or just general bias in our actions. This could cause diplomatic problems if we were to get in a fight and win it. Because if anyone is severely injured and they try to get the law to hold us responsible for it, the law may decide that because we're Representatives we are above it and that can cause hatred, mistrust, and a whole bunch of other minor things we just don't want to deal with."

"No doubt in a year or so the restrictions will loosen once he feels that we are not going to cause an international incident. Then we can explore to our heart's content."

This seemed to have had the desired effect as she smiled and nodded starting to work on getting my hair in the long braid that it becomes so standard. I was half convinced Satine had pushed for this length of hair as it became a little bit troubling to wear the Mandalorian helmet with it.

Not an impossible task, but well any loose item that someone can grab onto is not something you want hanging from your head. Thankfully, I didn't plan to get in range of anyone who could grab my hair so it was not a major concern.

Looking out the window I stared at the Senatorial Building with many thoughts running through my head. I have been trying to put together exactly how everything works since stepping off the ship here. The current Republic was based on a representative government based around a thousand or so sectors.

From what I dug up this system is not always been like this, a thousand years ago when the Old Republic was falling apart, each planet had had its own representative. A much fairer system when you think about it but had been even more deadlocked than this current government tended to be. But as part of the Russan Reformation, the system has been changed to one representative per sector. Now, what qualified as a sector depended on a whole bunch of gerrymandering.

But the reality of the situation was if a planet was wealthy enough and had enough support it could determine what a sector was. This had the effect of turning each sector into a mini-empire under the republic.

Some of them were more liberal than others and some of them were just outright corporations masquerading as governments. To the point that there was something called the Corporate Sector, a section of space that had been given to corporations to give them an actual vote in the Senate. I found that terrifying and intriguing at the same time and my research into it had not improved my mood on the situation. They were trying to terraform a bunch of planets and produce a lot of materials at the end of the Hydian Way. And on the face of it, it was good that trade would go directly by my homeworld. The problem was, as things tended to be, there were rumors that the planets they had terraformed had once been inhabited by other species that were forced out.

Details were slim but it was concerning as it showed these corporations were taking that sector to be theirs literally and doing everything they could to make sure they maintain control. Of course, that's to be expected but that meant any planets that were eventually terraformed and populated would be highly controlled by those corporations. I wouldn't be surprised if in 10 years I heard rumors about company scrips being used out there instead of Republic credits.

The main issue though was not just this Corporate Sector and the possible genocide. It was a very chilling precedent that could be implemented in any sector when you thought about it. I figured if you looked too deeply into some of the Sectors I might find similar situations developing where the local major power was putting in conditions to make sure they stayed in power. Mandalore didn't have this problem, per se, since it was a mix of people who want nothing to do with the Republic and people who wanted the Republic simply for the trade provided and didn't care about the government as a whole.

Fact of the matter was, they're pretending that we were the only warmongers and conquerors out there, which is a bit of a joke. Given enough time I'm sure some local sector Lord would decide they'd like to have two sectors under their control.

And considering the bumbling attempt at the invasion and puppet state creation the Trade Federation had tried, maybe some were already beginning to think it was possible.

I would have to keep an eye on such reports to make sure that nothing was coming in Mandalore's direction. Not to say that I cared for anyone in particular on the planet. I just knew that if I screwed up enough, that Mandalore was going to get invaded. Well, the Mandalore Diaspora was already large I wouldn't be surprised if a clan was willing to lose one of their members to launch an assassination attempt on someone who let their planet be taken over by some other sector.

Family was everything in the Mandalorian Sector and if you screwed someone's family you could expect to be treated very harshly.

Whatever thought I was about to have was interrupted as Vai finished braiding my hair, allowing me to walk around the room again. I took a few steps to get a little movement in my legs since I'd been standing a little too long before I asked.

"Has the Senator sent down anything other than the note about staying in the senatorial district?" I asked clearing my neck of any creeks.

"Nothing major," she responded, "I checked my communicator before I entered." She held up her arm which had a Mandalorian vambrace, similar to the style I was wearing. It was more style than armor, but having a communication system at my touch at all times was preferable to not having one.

"All he had sent down was that he would be in meetings with several political factions for most of the day. Along with a senatorial conference about some new drug they want to regulate more tightly."

"Well, you better find something for us to do sooner or later. Boredom will lead to troubles somehow." I said matter of fact before I move towards the door out of my room pressing the button to open it.

Standing at the door was my Droid X4. It appeared it had been about ready to knock on the door when I happened to beat it to the punch.

"Mistress Kryze, a Jedi Master, and Padawan learner are at the front door." The robot said in his very proper tone.

That was unexpected. I had no idea why members of the pseudo-religious cult would be knocking at my door. But then again, maybe this was some sort of standard greeting after all, what was the Mandalorian culture but at their own pseudo-religion. Perhaps there was some deep respect or long-lasting acknowledgment of each other's rivalry.

Whatever it was, I couldn't exactly say no so I smiled and said, "Let the Jedi Master in, we'll meet him in the main area." I turned to look to Vai and noticed a look of great concern but I simply shrugged and said, "If a space wizard wants to talk to you, you're supposed to get it out of the way as fast as possible. I was told they are known to be subtle and quick to anger." Vai give me a look that told me she had no idea what I was saying but I couldn't resist quoting Tolkien. If you are ever presented with the opportunity to quote the man, you do not pass it up. Even if that opportunity happened to be in front of alternate history Tolkien, still wasn't sure if I should have done that.

Showing no concern for the matter though I stepped into the living room area and waited for our guests. I thought about taking a seat while I waited for them to arrive but I figured standing would be the proper way to greet them. Vai for her part stepped into the kitchen and started making drinks which would come in handy for diffusing any situations I may get myself into I figured.

After a few moments, X4 led two men into the living area. One is an auburn-haired man looking to be in his late twenties and sporting a rather impressive beard. I had to admit beards would never be my style in my first life as they were too much maintenance but he seemed to make it work.

The other was a younger lad somewhere around my age I've believed maybe older though he could pass for younger. Either way, he had sandy blonde hair with some sort of miniature braid coming out the back right.

They were both wearing brown robes over what looked to be some sort of easy-going clothing that gave them a full range of motion. And strapped to their belts were a silver tube of some kind. Some sort of communicator maybe? I thought at first before I thought hit me. Was that the light sword I'd heard about? That was rather concerning that they were just allowed to walk around in a diplomatic area armed though considering my Royal Guards did not raise the fuss so I would have to assume this was just some sort of standard practice. For now, I'll ask later just to be sure and maybe have rules put down about bringing plasma-powered swords into a diplomat's Chambers.

"Mistress Kryze, may I present to you Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padawan learner Anakin Skywalker."

Smiling I bowed my head and said, "Nice to meet you Master Kenobi and Padawan Skywalker." What a ridiculous name, what's next? Starkiller?







Coruscant
Obi-Wan Kenobi


Today was a fine day. Nothing special, nothing hectic, and I had looked forward to a relaxing day of training his young Padawan. Of course, plans never work out exactly how they were designed.

Earlier today I'd been called up to a meeting with Master Yoda and Master Windu to have a little chat, about something unusual that had popped up. There were reports of something called the Silver Codex, another addition to the Old Mandalorian ideology. This had sparked interest for the High Council as there was concern about another Mandalorian Civil War on the horizon.

It was a minimal concern, mostly motivated by how the last time a difference in ideology had divided the sector in question. So getting a handle on the situation and an understanding of who had created it and why was now of interest to the Jedi Council.

Why this involve me? Well, that came down to a bit of bad luck. In my youth I had helped protect the current leader of the Mandalorian people and, as it currently stood I had the most hours in the Mandalorian Sector. For lack of a better candidate, I was deemed the Mandalorian expert. That alone would have sealed my fate and added 'looking into this Silver Codex' onto my plate of duties.

But there were two other reasons that had made me the perfect candidate for this mission. I knew the representative of Mandalore had been sent from the sector to be trained as a possible senator in the future. This representative had apparently been raised by my old… friend Duchess Satine, which means I could easily make acquaintance with her as simply an old friend checking up on another old friend's protege. The fact that Anakin and this representative were also about the same age meant that useful friendships could be created between the two.

It was a bit underhanded but this was a situation where we needed to have an understanding of what could possibly go wrong. And what was motivating this possible regression from the peaceful ways the New Mandalorians have been embracing, to this more middle-of-the-road philosophy that I had been informed about.

I only had a few moments of the Codex in question, and though it did seem to whitewash some of the Mandalorian's more egregious acts in the past, the general point did not seem too be much of a regression to their old warmonger ways.

Either way though, I was not particularly a fan of this mission. Dealing with politics and such was never my forte and dealing with politicians was, well I preferred any other situation in most cases.

But as a Jedi I had a duty, so I had found out where this new representative was staying and gotten myself and Anakin a ride there. From our arrival at the landing area, we had taken an elevator up.

We had a small little chit-chat about prior events he was still getting over the death of Master Yaddle and the whole mess that it's sprung from that. Frankly, I was hoping this would be a mission for much later. Anakin needed time to recover mentally from that business. But after the elevator chimed, we had stepped up to the doors, greeted the Mandalorian Royal Guards, and announced ourselves to the Droid who spoke to us on the comms. We've been left to wait for a moment but eventually, have been let in.

I don't know what I was expecting when I had entered the room, perhaps a standard noble child who would look down at us from on high for being simple public servants. But that was not exactly what I saw.

The young woman standing behind a chair looking in my general direction hair auburn with blue eyes and a face that reminded me distinctly of Satine at that age. It was almost uncanny really, and it took me out of what I had expected to say allowing the girl in question to take initiative.

"Good morning Master Kenobi, it's an honor to meet one of your order." She said giving a little curtsy before rising up and asking. "Though I'm not sure why we are having this meeting, I'm simply a student to the senator here."

I smiled at that, the way she talked showed a lot of humbleness and I could respect that. "Good morning, Lady Kryze." I said giving a bow noting that Anakin did the same before I continue. "I'm not here to speak to the senator and this is not official business. I'm an old friend of Duchess Satine and I thought it would be improper of me not to meet with her family to offer my services and help them get settled on Coruscant.

Tanya smiled before she said, "Well there's nothing I particularly need help with but I would not turn down an opportunity to enjoy a cup of teawith guests." she said, nodding to another young girl about her age with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Oddly, I noticed the girl had been looking between me and her with a rather stunned look on her face wondering what that was about, but it's not my concern. "I would gladly be your guest for a cup of Tea." I said, stepping forward towards the chairs in the center of the room and she can did the same.

"Then that settled then, a good cup of teato help get to know each other better." Tanya said before taking a step in sitting down in the chair across from me. The girl, I assumed Tanya's handmaiden, soon came over with four cups of Tea, setting one down in front of each of us before taking a seat on Tanya's left.

I was about to take a sip of the drink when Anakin spoke up as he looked at some sort of tablet on the table. "Hey, what's this Silver Codex?"

My eyebrow went rather high as he picked up the tablets allowing me to see that yes it was a version of the Silver Codex. You know some of the word choices appear different maybe a variant of some kind. This operation might be a lot easier than I thought.

Looking over to Tanya I noticed her eyebrow was raised as well as she looked at Anakin before she said. "Oh that, that's some sort of local doctrine that's being proposed in the Mandalore Sector. A way of looking at the old codes in order for self-defense instead of the old aggressive ways."

"Really now? I thought Satine was thoroughly against any form of militarization." I asked stroking my beard.

"Oh, she is, however she's willing to let people experiment with this doctrine since it prioritizes self-defense over aggressiveness. There are elementary disagreements with such doctrines, like arguments for a self-defense force, but she acknowledges that an individual should be able to defend themselves if something were to occur."

I nodded before saying, "A minimal level of acceptability then, is it becoming a standard in the government then? Is that why you have this particular document?"

Tanya put down your cup and stroked her chin before responding, "No, no it's not a standard of the government. I just have an interest in keeping up with the goings-on of our culture. There are several variants of this Silver Codex now and I believe that some of them are attempts by people with similar goals to push the idea of allowing militarization for self-defense. Most notably the most recent version you're holding there has a bit too many clean edges to it and pushes the idea of self-defense contractors a bit harder than earlier versions. Most likely MandelMotors or some other company that produces ships sees an opportunity to try and make a little money off this Codex."

Anakin spoke up, "Isn't that a little wrong to let a corporation try and influence politics."

Tanya gave him a look that seemed to pity him. "All corporations are pushing politics, all politics pushing corporations. But as long as those corporations are following the rules of society they work in, I doubt anyone cares what games they play. And as long as they stay downwind of culture and not try to create or influence it, I don't think most will even raise an eyebrow about trying to push something that was already fairly popular." She said before taking a sip of her teathen she stopped. "Kenobi, that's where I recognize the name, my aunt spoke of you once as a Padawan who helped her during the Clan Wars, correct?"

"Guilty as charged," I said fairly bemused that my name had been brought up at one point in this girl's life. "I hope the stories that were told were nothing too terrible."

Tanya shook her head now before continuing, "They were nice adventure tales in my youth, no doubt exaggerated but they did paint you in a good light."

"Well, that's fairly good to hear. It's been nearly 17 years since I have last seen Satine and we didn't exactly leave on the best of terms." I said before leaning back in the chair and brushing my beard try not to remember the argument.

"Right," Anakin was looking between me and Tanya for some reason as he said that before he continued "so this Silver Codex What exactly is the goal of it?" I was glad I had not given Anakin access to the Silver Codex or the full information on this mission. His natural curiosity was allowing doing the job that was required on his own.

Tanya moved back into her chair and rubbed her chin before she said. "But what is the goal of any code? To create societal rules that everyone can agree on that will maximize the potential of that society. Yes, the Mandalorians of the past were warmongers but this Codex is presenting, even handing out points, in favor of an idea of self-defense, aggressive self-defense but that's self-defense nonetheless. Protect one's family, clan, and people, the Silver Codex appears to want to go back to these core tenants of what Mandalorians are. It's obviously brought about to by the business from 8 years ago with the Trade Federation, that whole attempt on Naboo pointed out the flaw in strict pacifism for everyone. Just because you are unarmed doesn't mean the people you think are your friends won't arm themselves and attempt invasion."

"That's not exactly a common occurrence," I said, "most situations like that are worked out diplomatically long before an invasion happens."

"But an invasion did happen." Tanya said without seeming much care for my point. "And once one party shows that they're willing to push the envelope it means they're willing to push the envelope further. Mandalore is considered one of the systems that the Trade Federation and other corporations had a preference for the free trade market. Now that the Free Trade Act is over and they're being taxed at a similar rate to the core systems, it is not outside the possibility of such attempts continuing. Perhaps more covertly in the future, in order to prevent Jedi interference."

As much as I hate to admit it that was a fairly consistent point, if something were to happen that prevented the Jedi from trying to mediate the situation, an invasion could happen.

"Why is it that Jedi do get involved in such matters anyway?" Tanya asked interrupting my thoughts.

"It's part of our code," Anakin said, "the Jedi have always sought to secure peace in the galaxy."

Tanya nodded her head before saying, "There's something like three to four million planets with life on it perhaps more. How many Jedi are there?"

I saw her point instantly and shrugged with a side before saying "Not that many."

"I see, you can see my point then. It's not that the idea of pacifism is wrong or that we don't trust the Jedi to try and mediate these things. The fact of the matter is, there's always going to be more things happening in the Galaxy than there probably are Jedi to handle it. And local matters sometimes will not make it to your notice. Were you aware there was a pirate invasion of a system inside the Mandalore Sector?"

"I was not.'' I said, raising an eyebrow. "Do I need to bring this matter to the Council's attention?"

"It's being handled locally, the Royal Guard and the local police forces are being dispatched to deal with it and it should be handled. Well, it would be brought up to the Senate if it doesn't, which would be the normal way such a matter would come to your Council's notice I believe."

I nodded she was not wrong she was very smart for her age. Before I could try and continue the conversation though, the handmaiden leaned over in whispered something in Tanya's ear. "I'm afraid we're going to have to call it early. I have a meeting later today that is going to require some prep work I hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all." I said. Standing up putting my glass down on the table with Anakin doing the same. Giving a bow I said, "This was a very fruitful conversation representative Kryze."

"Yes, I believe it was," Tanya said taking a stand as well. "Feel free to visit but please try to schedule these visits in the future. I would rather have more time to talk than having to cut our discussion short due to poor timing.

"I shall keep that in mind." I said before stepping around the chair and nodding before saying, "goodbye, and may the force be with you."

The Droid showed us out and we found our way the be elevator quick enough. Pressing the button to the landing pad I took a breath and said, "Well that was an interesting conversation."

"Quite," Anakin said seeming lost in thought.





Coruscant
Tanya Kryze


History was a wonderful tool, the answer to a lot of problems could be found if you look deep enough into it. Finding enough data, you would come to understand many fields even if you were not an expert.

And this is what led me to my current guest, representative Dehp Nhoow of Ithorian. Their species was interesting. I'd only ever run across a few near-humans species till now. Twi'leks, which were from what I understand one of the second most common species after humans and one with horns that I had never really gotten the name of. Mandalore was not a cosmopolitan world and as far as I can tell neither are the other systems in the Mandalorian Sector, so what species were, there were the ones that had been there for the longest time.

The Ithorians we're not native to Mandalorian Sector. They are from the Mid Rim and they never had dealings with Mandalorians per se. However, they had dealt with the aftermath of the Mandalorian Wars several thousand years ago.

You see the Ithorians were terraformers and skilled ones at that. Their aid could be very valuable in reversing the damage done to Mandalore. The problem, of course, was well, Mandalore.

Sitting across from Nhoow I sipped some of the teaX4 had ready for me, as I listen to him talk about all the planets that his people had terraformed in their existence.

It was quite more than what I would have imagined was possible, but they had made it a cultural practice in a way. From what I dug up two of the continents on their homeworld were never touched by intelligent life, the rest had been slowly abandoned over the years as they created floating cities to let the biosphere of the planet mature without them.

This was a truly alien concept for me. The fact that they were truly an alien sight was even more so. With having a noticeable hump in their long neck with their eyes separated by a bridge and two mouths filled with what I could best describe as barbs I heard described were inside whale's mouths to filter out plankton. The Alien in question couldn't directly talk to me, in fact, I have to rely on a translator unit that was connected to its body.

If I were a lesser business person, I might have stared but I knew how to keep my eyes on the objective and not on the hammerhead in front of me.

"Oh, but if I speak too much." Nhoow said as though he was finishing his conversation. "What does a Mandalorian care about the wonders of mother nature in the jungle?"

Was that a cue that they had an idea of what I was interested in? Well, I was not about to pass up the offer. "Quite a lot, in fact, Mandalore used to be a jungle from what I've been able to dig up. Millennia ago it was a lush and verdant world, not so much today. As well as many planets within the Mandalore Sector, something my aunt really wishes to undo."

"Yes, the New Mandalorian government has attempted to come to us once or twice about our efforts. We have passed their interests along to the Merchantate. So far they have not taken the offer up."

Merchantate we're in essence the leaders of the herdship. They were after all the descendants of a non-predator species so it was not a surprise that they considered moving through space as a herd. These leaders also were the ones who came up with the deals for terraforming.

"Yes I've been looking into that, I think I understand why. It's a bad investment is it not? You're waiting to see if the New Mandalorians succeed in their efforts of bringing about a more peaceful government before attempting to offer your services."

"Well, you're very straightforward" The Ithorian said looking at me the robotic voice hiding away his opinions on my take.

"Being direct is sometimes necessary for the completion of a task, and beating around the bush seems foolhardy when we are discussing how my planet doesn't have any bushes."

I had elicited a chuckle, at least I think it was a chuckle robotic tones definitely reminded me of one. "That is true, well as I've said we would only be able to present the contract to the Merchantate, and as you said, Mandalore is a bad investment right now as long as the stains of the old are still there.

"True, true." I said nodding before I came back with another fact. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but there's a common idea among your people that to take a life you must be willing to replace it with two new ones?"

They looked at me and then nodded before saying, "Yes this is the way. "

There were two ways I could attack it from here, one was rather too aggressive pointing out that their aid to The Republic over the last century resulted in the Mandalorian Excision which would mean that they were semi-responsible for the death of Mandalore. But I don't think I needed to be that aggressive the fact that he knew exactly where I was going made me believe that he already knew that as a possibility so there was another way to take this one that was more of a middle ground but gave them a way to tell it to themselves that this was their own idea.

"Mandalore is of course dying or near dead and we would love to bring it back. There are many planets like that, Kalavela, Ordo, they are planets of massive Mandalorian populations but are also damaged greatly. There are also planets with no populations, planets that could support life if given the opportunity, but have no life on them to support."

Nhoow leaned forward, intrigued by where I was going and that's was exactly where I wanted him. "What if we were willing to pay for some of these empty planets? Planets that are not Mandalorian and have no population on them, planets your herdship could use as rest stops? Places to refill your stock of terraforming creatures and animals. A place on the Outer Rim which would allow you to expand your ability to help terraform places outside the Mid Rim?"

The Ithorian leaned back, seeming to be deep in thought. I took a sip of my teawhile I wait for what I guess was a deep reflection until he finally spoke. "That is an intriguing proposal and would be more favorable to the Merchantate while also would conform with the law of life given to us by Mother Jungle. Though I must ask, if such a contract were to be signed. What is to stop the Mandalorians from breaking it and settling those planets that we have been allowed to terraform to our wishes?

"Locally, the Mandalorian Guard would deploy patrol ships to make sure nothing untoward is going on. Internationally, we do have the planet of Concordia assigned the status of a preserve. Unfortunately, Concordia is not suitable for preserving the animals that are meant to be preserved. Since they have long since gone extinct and have to be replaced with cousins from Mandalore. We could move this status of preserve to any planets that you decide would be good for your terraforming operations."

"It won't stop everything, but as long as the New Mandalorian government is in control, the deal will be upheld."

"And because the New Mandalorian government will be seen as turning Mandalore green again, they have a more likely chance of being in control," Nhoow said

"A truthful statement." I responded non-plussed before continuing. "Additionally, another truthful statement is your Law of Life does not conflict with the Mandalorian Code. And it would be very possible for some Mandalorians to take up this Law of Life as a sub-section to the Old Codes. Culture always have a very unique and interesting way of intermixing over time and a good working relationship always imparts a chance of cultural infusion."

I couldn't tell if the Nhoow was smiling but the way the eyes seem to blink, and I think it was. "Representative Kryze, I think we will have a very long and good working relationship."

"I hope we do." I said.

"I will send your words back to Ithor, no guarantees of course but I do say your ideas will be attractive to some."

"Why thank you," I said with a smile, "hopefully this will be the start of a beautiful friendship between our two peoples in a way that has not flowered before."

"Yes hopefully." He said. Oh, it would take a long time for this to come to fruition now, I know this already. The Ithorian were a slow species to act, mixed with patience, even at their fastest, I figured we wouldn't get a full response for 2 years. And then it may take another five after that before a ship actually made its way over to our worlds. The process has to start somewhere though and that's why I made this priority number one as it would not only deal with the Mandalore terraforming issue, but the Concordia issue Pre had brought to my attention. Only time would tell though she would work out.





Month 2
Coruscant
Tanya Kryze


It had been a month since my arrival on Coruscant and I have started to settle in. By that I mean I was learning more about how my life would generally be for the next few years. Senator Merrik took care of most of the actual diplomacy. My attempts at conversations were noted by him and had been rewarded with a few extra credits in my bank account. Noticed, but otherwise ignored.

The senator seem to always be busy and didn't seem to care too much for checking on what I was up to, which was fine by me. As long as I followed what rules he left behind and I didn't cause him any trouble. I figured we could have a reasonable working relationship.

Besides that, most of my time was spent learning about the culture of the senatorial delegation. As I had figured it was a meeting place of the rich and powerful, who are not the controllers of planets son's daughters cousins brothers. Oh, there were a few actually elected representatives but they were far fewer than an actual democracy would require.

If anything, this whole situation kind of reminded me of a Holy Roman Empire with every center simply being a prince-elector. Sure, there were similarities to the UN, but more closely resembles a representative government

Of course, I'm sure if I ever took the position of senator I would find more differences or had more time to investigate I would come to a different conclusion, but at the moment this is what I thought.

I did, however, notice a few things over the month. In meetings with various representatives from the local area of the Outer Rim that was part of the Republic, at least among humans, short hair was a preferred style. A perfect excuse to cut my hair to something shoulder length. I'd also attempted to go back to blonde with some local hair dye. As my handmaiden was meant to be able to switch out with me at a distance, it was better that we both had similar hairs for public meetings. And I was not so self-centered as to demand she change her hair color.

The other major thing was finding out that young representatives of senators were often sent to, 'get to know each other' meetings if they happen to be around the same year. I assumed it was some way of fostering community amongst the newly incoming senators and for them to network. And networking is something I was very good at doing.

So I stuffed myself in a fashionable dress, this one having a high back collar, and got into this little senatorial ball. Getting allies for myself and Mandalore was a good use of my time I figured.

Unfortunately, there weren't that many representatives who were coming in this year. You'd think with 2000 senators representing 2,000 sectors, give or take, there would be a lot. But from what I'd seen there were only about a dozen and all of them were more interested in talking with the Corporation Representatives who had shown up.

Which had left me and Vai on the edges of the party by ourselves observing. No, this could be considered social isolationism possibly resultant of the Mandalorian Iron Heart making it quite clear who I represented. But I was not worried about that, as I was able to gather quite a bit of info from just being at the edges of the party seeing which groups clicked and which groups didn't. Made a note of how certain sectors in the far north had the representatives hanging out with certain sectors from the far south. It looked like the Outer and Mid Rim was having a bit of an issue with the Central Regions of the Galaxy. I wondered if this was related to what Senator Merrik had told me about a bit of rabble-rousing.

If it was, I would have to make a note to do more research on what this whole situation was about to find out if this was a problem for Mandalore and myself. After all, Mandalore was considered an Outer Rim sector but it was also right on the key passageway between what was really the Outer Rim, the Mid, and Central areas of space. Not exactly the greatest position to be in if something were to kick off.

Whatever thoughts I was going to have were broken up as a person stepped over next to me and said, "Hi." With a rather cheerful tone.

Not one to turn away a friendly face I said, "Hello."

The woman, barely that, she was only a few years older than me, smiled and said "You must be that new representative for Mandalore that people are talking about."

"They are?" I said perplexed, before saying, "I hope it's good things."

"I think so? they're just a little bit scared of the Bracers."

"Oh," I said looking down at them wondering if that little deal I'd worked out with MandoTech had come to bite me in the ass after all. "They shouldn't be these are purely decorational, with a
communicator on the side." I responded by turning one towards her and hitting a button allowing the communication system to pop on.

"Impressive" the woman said looking at the device, before looking back at me and doing a bit of a curtsy before saying "Senator Amidala of Naboo."

"Representative Kryze of Mandalore," I said giving her curtsy as well. Before the name similarity hit me. "Amidala… wasn't that the name of the Queen a few years ago during that whole blockade scandal?"

Amidala seem to chuckle nervously before saying, "Yes, that was me."

"Really now?" I said considering my situation. For years now I had been pointing to that incident as a reason why armament was a good thing. So logically I should get along well with her, at least in public I had no idea what her official stance on things was so getting too tied to her might be a problem. There was nothing wrong with creating a friendship with the young senator. "You know, I was amazed reading about that when I was younger. It was very inspiring what you did, you could almost say I would not be a member of the Senate now if you hadn't taken that stand for Naboo.

The smile I received was proof that no matter what world, flattery will get you everything. "Really it's kind of an honor to think that I've inspired the next generation of senators through simply sticking what I believed was right."

"The Senate was being slow to act and you made the right choice at that moment, you would either free your people or stop their suffering by returning to Naboo. A noble sacrifice that accomplishes your goals just as much as a victory in that situation so the Senate would have been forced to move faster. Being a member of the government who cares about their people is always going to be the right choice."

Padme smiled and said, "I don't know about that, but I knew what I need to do was right. And that was all that really mattered at the moment."

I nodded my head sagely, even though I was realizing real quick that that had been an impetuous move and not one that was thought out correctly. I may have accidentally romanticized the situation a bit. I had assumed she had had a good strategic head. From the sound of it, it was just luck, blind dumb luck. Perhaps there have been others involved in the situation that had a better strategy in mind. I heard there was a representative from the Gunguns with her at the time who had been given full representative status after the blockade; perhaps it was his strategy. Well, rewarding those who help you succeed was a good idea to have around. Before I had the opportunity to investigate further though our conversation was interrupted.

"Wow, I haven't seen an Iron Heart at one of these parties before." A man said stepping, towards the pair of us, looking at my dress. "Thought, you know, Mandalorians were all against the past and trying to kill it."

I raised an eyebrow as I looked him over trying to figure out where I'd seen him before it was not coming to my head quickly. "That's a misunderstanding of the doctrine," I simply said, "reality is more complex than harder to understand. If you want a simplistic take though, no. It is coming back into style though."

"That's good I enjoy hearing that it's becoming more peaceful back there, but my memories of the sector are rather nightmarish. Oh, but where're my manners, Threir Satre, Holo Star." He gave the most cheesy winning smile I'd ever seen but at that moment I couldn't remember very much to say anything, as my heart was doing palpitations. "I'm a common guest of senator Mina Bonteri. Apparently, she enjoys my show and I never turn down an opportunity to mingle with folks."

Threir Satre was standing in front of me, the Silver Ranger. On one hand, I have become somewhat of a fan of his show they reminded me of a mix of the Lone Ranger, which I am sure I picked up and enjoyed in my second life, and Super Sentai stuff which had been a favorite of my childhood in the first life. On the other hand, the man was chiseled to the point that it didn't matter that I had been a man in my first life you had to stare when he got shirtless, and female hormones did not help the situation.

This resulted in me coughing and trying to clear my head memories. Getting control of myself I said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Satre, I'm Tanya Kryze, I've actually seen your show, it's quite good."

"Really now? You're a fan of my work, little miss?"

Clearing my throat to try and keep control I said, "Yes, I dare say it's one of my favorite source of entertainment."

"Well then, may I see your "Ms. Tanya?" he asked". gently and I, without thinking just offered it before I had a moment to try and complain he had pulled out what appeared to be some sort of permanent marker and written his name on the underside of my van brace. "Always willing to support my fans." He said tapping my shoulder before looking at his watch. "Kriff, look at the time. Well, I have to be moving on. Perhaps we'll see each other at the next party." He said starting to walk away.

"Perhaps," I said, staring at the name written on the underside of my vambrace. On one front, I should be annoyed because this interfered with my contract with MandoTech. On the other hand, a famous actor's signature would be worth something someday so this was a good investment. I would need to order a new set from MandoTech, that was just the only thing for it.

Before I could really get myself back into reality. Vai came over to look down at my wrist and the vambrace saying, "Lagos and Soniee are never going to believe this."








Writers note:
Well here we answered a question you have all been wondering has happened as well plot advancement when comes to diplomacy and meeting a few friends, also answer that question from a while ago about what the hell silver rider is. Hope everyone enjoys this and let me know what you think in the comments/reviews!

Also, this ark was originally only going to be 4 chapters for 2 years… it might be more now thanks to chatting in the thread, and discord. A Concept came to my attention that I could turn into an ark of a different kind.

What else to say, One shot and info post will now have a section that tell you what to be expected to come out how some projects are coming, it will update at least every Thursday or so. There will also be commissioned Warhammer one-shot for youjo senki coming out, in the said one-shot thread. L4's Snippet, one-shots and Index





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