The Lost Fett

After my Duel with the two fated Jedi, It was time to turn my attention elsewhere. The time is now ripe. I'm also back on Myrkr.

Typhon's conversion into a game world is on schedule. I have a legendary reputation. I have full control over Myrkr. I have android infiltrators across the galaxy. My use of the Force does not lose out to any Jedi master besides the likes of some council members.

My life can be considered...stable.

My foundations are laid and strong. So it is time to start creating my clan. The prime target is the lost Arla Fett. I know that she is in the custody of Death Watch, has been since she was 14. I'm unsure of how her time among them has treated her though. Despite her being human, I think I'll be able to consider her as something more than prey. Her long warrior lineage is desirable after all. Generations of warrior ways are in her DNA. We'll see what sort of place beside me she will have when I find her.

To do that, I should start at Concord Dawn. The planet she supposedly died at. I'll find some Death Watch on the planet and question them on her whereabouts. I should check if I have any androids on Concord Dawn.

I go to a holo-terminal and look over all the android signals. I happen to have one on Concord Dawn as I've hoped. I call the android, and wait for a moment for it to pick up.

The holo-call then goes through, "Hello Master, this is Android 037 responding."

I smile, "37, are you aware of any Death Watch bases on Concord Dawn?"

37 replies positively, "Yes Master, as a hunter, I've used my profession to scout the planet. There are multiple Death watch bases and camps."

I nod, "Send me the coordinates to one that is the most likely to be able to hold prisoners."

37 sends over the planetary coordinates, "This is a base inside a barren mountain that was mined in totality a few centuries ago. They've made the old mine into a formable base of operations. I am aware that they bring their prisoners to this base. Do you require any other assistance Master?"

I shake my head, "No, that will be all 37. Continue your normal operations." I then ended the communication.

I say aloud, "Time to go get myself a woman then."

I put on my armor, grab Destined Death, and hop on my mothership. I'm not going in a scout ship just in case Death Watch makes me feel like teaching them a lesson. Cause if they piss me off, the only death they'll be watching are those of their comrades.

I exit Myrkr and jump to Concord Dawn.

"Ah, going to find love I see.", Kaljaren teases next to me.

I scoff, "Love isn't unwelcome, but it also isn't necessary. Loyalty and respect will be all I need. I can get love from my hellhounds. A dog's love is unconditional after all."

"Hahaha, the musings of the inexperienced. A dog cannot love the same as a woman, boy. It is no substitute. You sound like a virgin.", Marka laughs.

I growl, "Fuck you Marka! I never said they were the same. I just meant I'm content without it. What do you know about the love of a woman anyways you old mummy. I bet your dick is dust by now along with your heart."

Marka stops laughing and looks into nowhere, "Love...is what made me ruthless Bido. What made me powerful. The source of my greatest pain. To a Sith, love is without a doubt their greatest source of power. For love is the greatest passion you can have. The Sith of today have forgotten that. Just like how the Jedi have forgotten how integral love is to the Light Side."

I say, "It sounds to me like love is what connects the two sides of the Force. A common factor."

Kaljaren gets in on the topic, "Love is the most powerful thing in the galaxy Bido. Even stronger than the Force itself. For love is what powers the Force. Love, is the only reason anything matters. Without love, there is nothing."

I sigh, "I wasn't expecting such deep words to stem from your jeers. But if love is so important. If love powers the Force. If the Force is responsible for the existence of everything in the galaxy. Who was the first to love, who first gave power to the Force?"

Both my masters shrug. Marka says, "Who could know? We exist inside of the Force, to find the answer, we would have to find it from outside its influence."

I lay back in my seat, "Troublesome, a question for the far future then. I have the present to focus on now. As I'm about to come out of the jump, go disappear and spy on a bathhouse or something."

Kaljaren resents my remark, "I resent that, I do not spend my time looking inside bathhouses. I'm a respectable gentlemen."

Marka tries to say something, but Kaljaren tackles him and they both disappear from sight.

I laugh, "Damn ghosts."

I come out of jump in far orbit from Concord Dawn. I take a scout ship down to the mountain base. I land right in front of the mountain, not even cloaked. I then walk out of the ship, not personally cloaked either.

I mutter, "Let me test your mettle, so called true Mandalorians.

I climb up to the mine door, which is "new". I bust it in with a Force Push. I walk inside as alarms start to blare. I take out a few small spheres, which are small scouting orbs. Tiny droids that are used to map out spaces. I throw them and the go about mapping the mines until they can go no further.

They give me a pretty good map before they stop. Now I have a good idea where I need to go. My target is the base leader, a control room, or a jail wing if I can find it on my way around this place.

While walking through the shafts which turned into corridors, I encounters some Death Watch fighters. I did not use my light-glaive on them. I only used my wrist blades and two shoulder-mounted plasma casters. They could be considered to be above average martial artist in general I have judged. Their marksmanship was rather good too. Definitely the best I've come across so far. However, they all fell short in front of me. None lasted more than one move. Their armor couldn't even handle a plasma shot. It was obvious to me they were not wearing Beskar. It was just some improved plasteel alloy.

I had killed my way to the entrance to the control room. The room that that controls the base, and where any leader would be operating out of of. Time to see if I have good luck today. I decided to make an explosive first impression on whoever was in there. So I placed a plasma charge on the door and rounded the corner some ways back. Then I waited a few seconds.

(BOOM)

I come out and walk right through the newly opened steel doors. Then I started blasting. My plasma casters ripped into any target alive. I plan on keeping three mandos alive though for questioning. The ones here should be knowledgeable enough to give me the information I want.

Then I hear a, "(Ting)." It reverbs for a moment. I turn my head and eye a mando that just got shot across the room. However, his armor, though slightly red, is intact. It is actual Beskar armor. I'll keep him alive. He also some markings and some adornments the other mandos in the room don't have.

I finish and now I have three mandos, tied in front of me. I ask the first mando, who is nothing special, human female, "I want to know where Arla Fett is being held. Tell me and you live."

The mando female spits at my feet, "Never heard of her you ugly motherfucker."

I sigh, "You know mando, I consider 'ugly motherfucker' a racial slur. Everyone always call members of my species that. How about I turn you into a ugly motherfucker you bitch."

I use a low power plasma shot on her face. She screams and falls back in agony. I laugh, "Now who is the ugly motherfucker hoe?"

I move on to the next mando, a human male. I ask, "Arla Fett, where is she you rebel scum?"

He doesn't speak, so I stomp on his leg and break his knee. He growls out doing his best to hold in his pain. I break the other knee and he finally yells. I ask again, "Where is Arla Fett?!!"

He remains quiet. I growl lowly, "Fine, then perhaps I need to be a bit more impactful."

Lightning dances on my fingertips, purple lighting. If I use red lightning. The poor sod may die abruptly. I let the lightning go and attack itself to the injured mando. The mando roars out in painful screeching. Force lightning is an excruciating ability to be tortured with. Even the hardened Jedi masters of the Old Republic could hardly resist torture by Force Lightning as powerful as mine.

I ask again while still electrocuting him, "Where is Arla Fett?"

He yells out, "I don't know. Only the commander would know! Ask him! He is right there!"

I stop and look at the "commander". A grizzled mando, human male in his late 40's it looks like. I squat down and ask calmly, "Where is Arla Fett? Make this easy on me."

The commander narrows his eyes at me, "I've seen you use Jedi sorcery on the cameras while you were fighting. But you don't act like a Jedi. I also know who you are Predator. Why do you want Arla Fett?"

I decide to give a vaguely true answer, "I want her for myself mando. Now where is she?"

He says, "She is currently on Mandalore. She is operating out of a base in the capital city."

I ask a little curious, "You all killed her family, why would she fight for you?"

He laughs, "She was conditioned. We broke her down and built her back up. She may have thoughts of revenge deep in her, but they're suppressed by all the work we did to her.

I nod and get up, "Good, Death Watch just got on my shit list. Rather than waste my time getting the exact location out of you. I'll just pull it from your mind."

I then raise my hand and break into his mind. I care not for any damage I do. I just keep digging through until I finish extracting everything I need. By the time I'm done, the guy is nearly a vegetable. I end him with red lightning. Then I end the other two the same way.

I have an exact location now. Time to go.

I leave behind an implosion nuke and make my way to my mothership. As I fly to space, I see the blue explosion from behind me. The mountain and everything in it is destroyed now. However, I did strip the armor from the dead commander. I'll put the Beskar to good use.