Resigned to Fate - Chapter Seven
Warnings: violence, blood, cussing
Author’s note: never written for Star Wars before, but with The Mandalorian figured why not; getting close to the end!; thank you for reading!!!
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The transport unit you are aboard sets down yards away from the domed city of Sundari. The ramp opens slowly revealing the bronze color atmosphere. You inhale the stench of death and acid. The air is breathable to say the least yet no one has lived on this rock in years.
“This better not be a trap.” Gideon says as he follows you.
“It’s not.” You only wish it was though.
You make your way through Mandalore’s quiet desert lands and stop at the entrance to a Sundari. You reach out towards the gate, it slowly raises. The sound of the cranks filling your ears. You stop once the gate is high enough for you and Gideon to pass underneath.
Gideon walks under first then you. He gives you a sideways glance. “Your father was devastated when he learned you had died. Said he taught you better than to bow at death’s door.”
“You’re his minion Gideon. Once you have the Darksaber he’ll take it for himself. He’ll dispose of you.”
Gideon smirks. “We are to rule this galaxy together Y/N. Him and I together. You and the creature with us, helping us. You can have all your heart desires – riches, an army, all the lovers you could ever ask for.”
You only want one, need one. Your heart aches for him, hoping he is alive. “I want to be left alone. He promised…”
“Your father only said those words to get you to come with me!” Gideon barks.
You shriek back slightly and remain quiet as you walk through the stillness of the domed city. Houses and businesses were once filled inside the domed glass. People, children, beings of all walks of life had lived here and now they were gone, dead. The Great Purge had desolated the planet. You began to wonder if Ramee was behind it. He, after all, despised the Mandalorians because one had raised you and you had always denied a job killing one.
“Kill a Mandalorian!” He would shout at you.
“Never!” You had yelled back. “Never will I kill one.”
You stop in front of the tallest building within the city. The skull of the Mythosaur covers two doors leading into the temple. Above the door is a depiction of three helmeted Mandalorians taking down Jedi. Above the depiction, blue crystal glass reaches towards the sky.
“Magnificent.” Gideon says from beside you. “I’ve never seen a Mandalorian temple before. The beauty of the culture is well displayed.”
“Why do you want the Darksaber?”
“I told you. I want to take down a Mandalorian.”
“There’s nothing special about how to take down a Mandalorian Gideon. Armor only covers so much.”
“What better way to take down a Mandalorian then to use a weapon created by a Mandalorian? A Jedi Mandalorian no less.”
“You’ve held it before? Haven’t you?” You ask with a sideways glance. “Otherwise you wouldn’t care.”
“Don’t you dare reach into my mind, Deathblade. I am not your enemy. I am not your mark.”
You weren’t even reaching into his mind. He had just given you the answer you needed. “So you have held it before? Are you…?” You don’t want to say the words.
“Yes, I have held it before. Then your father wanted it for you.” Gideon frowns. “I am not like you. I don’t have the power.”
You think back to the night of your adoptive mother’s death. You recall a figure with a hooded cloak holding the Darksaber and bringing it down to kill. “It was you, wasn’t it? Ramee told you to kill her. In front of me!”
Gideon looks at you, “I had just claimed the Darksaber. Your father convinced me to used it. To feel the power it possessed when wielded by someone. Yet,” Gideon pauses, “I never felt it. He knew and when you had completed your training as his weapon, our assassin, he wanted it for you, and you alone.”
You clench your fists in anger. Ramee had ordered your adoptive mother’s death but you were face to face with the man who brought down the weapon which actually killed. Your hands ached to reach for your sword but you had to remain composed.
You turn, reaching for the doors and hear a whisper of “don’t let him in.”
You look back at Gideon. “I should go alone.”
Gideon steps forward. “And have you make a foul of me? No way.”
“This is a sacred place Gideon. You aren’t welcome.”
“Yet here you are!” Gideon shouts then pauses, “step aside!”
He places his hands on the doors. They open slowly then with a rush of speed they open widely causing Gideon to fly backwards and hit the ground feet away from the steps of the temple.
You glance back at Gideon then return your focus to the open doors and walk in. The wide doors closing shut behind you. You walk down the aisle towards the altar, rows of benches are facing the altar. More blue crystalized glass spreading up and over the room. You envision a sun’s rays seeping through the glass, causing a kaleidoscope of color. You touch the marble altar. It’s coldness stings your skin.
“Mando’ad draar digu.” A voice whispers from behind you. A voice from your past.
You turn and look into the face of your adoptive mother. When your eyes look over her ghostly form you sink to your knees and weep.
“My child. Don’t weep for me.”
“The galaxy is a different place. I was raised by a man, who turns out is my father! He turned me into a weapon! I had to fake my own death just to get out of his grasp! I care for a Mandalorian who will always risk his life to protect those closest to him!”
Your adoptive mother takes a step closer. “And you take the same risk Y/N. You took the risk of faking your death and hiding away from Ramee. You risk your life to protect those on Endor.”
“All because of the creed you instilled in me since I was a young child.” You raise your sleeve and show her the ink of the shriek-hawk on your skin. “You are the only parent I truly ever had. You told me to use my power wisely and carefully but I haven’t. I remained strong and fierce, the best I could do at least. I feel I have failed you.”
Your adoptive mother touches the marking, traces it with her fingers. “Oh, my child. My beloved daughter. You have not failed me! You honor me with so much more than just ink of the jai’galaar.” She reaches out and cups your cheeks in your hands. “Your spirit, your soul honors me. Yes, your father made you into a killer but your soul is free, was always free. You have a family now. They need you, you need them. Your heart aches for your Mando. Don’t be resigned to fate. Let it take you on a journey you never imagined taking. Fate has brought you this far. Fate guided you to your new family. To your Mando. To the green bean.”
You sigh, “I have to give the Gideon the Darksaber.”
