Blood of my blood

Within Slave 1, Jango set course for his previous job, a big contract from a person named Count Dooku. The job involved training and creating a massive clone army of himself. He didn't care about the details; the pay was good enough. With the ship on autopilot, it was time to check on his sister, whom he had thought dead years ago.

Jango walked to the ladder and slid down, seeing his sister looking at him as if he were an enemy entering her domain. Jango, unfazed, walked up to her and said:

"Hello, sis. I thought you were dead."

Arla replied, "Death Watch would make you believe anything, my young brother. I would have been content to die in that prison for my sins against our kind, but the little foundling who rests in my stomach doesn't deserve that. This 'Maji' is a gift, one that came out of nowhere. I can feel them fighting through my malnourishment to be with me."

Jango didn't expect to see his elder sister, who had always been so against having children, change like this. She was always the freest, he remarked to himself while sitting down next to her. He pulled out his Westar 34s and placed them beside him, sighing as he began:

"I'm on a job at the moment. I lowered the price a bit for the deviation. I'm going to be training some people, and I want to know what you're going to do now. I want you to come with me. The people I'll be working with are some of the best when it comes to doctors and education, if what I've been told is correct. Besides, I have the rest of the True Mandalorians there to help with the foundling."

Arla showed no visible reaction. She caressed her belly, feeling a small movement. As if the child had felt her feelings, she felt the baby's hand reach out against hers. She let out a small smile and said to Jango:

"I will come with you. I want my little foundling to know his uncle and to be the best Mandalorian he can be. Can you do that for me, little brother?"

Jango smiled at his sister. She always said she'd never raise children, but their parents would be proud. He could already tell she was going to work the kid to the bone, but he knew it would be for the child's benefit. Being called an uncle resonated with him.

"Of course, my dear sister. I would love to show the peace-loving New Mandalorians what your foundling can achieve."

As they came to this conclusion, they dropped out of hyperspace and approached a watery world. On a landing pad, they were greeted by a long-necked species.

Nala Se said, "We have prepared a medical room with our best doctors and droids, Miss Fett. Please follow me. You are close to giving birth, and it seems your water will break any minute."

Arla nodded to Jango as she was escorted away by Nala Se. Jango was then approached by the Prime Minister of Kamino, Lama Su.

"We need to start right away. The contract requires 100 million clones in ten years, which I believe is still too few for the Republic," Lama Su said.

"It will be enough. Let's begin. You said my followers are already situated. I wish to talk to them right away," Jango replied.

"Of course. They are in Tipoca City, getting familiar with the first of the 'Alpha clone' cadets. I must remind you, I do not condone spreading your ways with them," Lama Su said.

Jango nodded noncommittally and headed to the lifts of Tipoca City. He viewed the massive amounts of clone vats and the large training facility. He would be here for ten years.

Ten years later in Tipoca:

A boy who stood at 6.2 feet tall was trading blows with seven other men, all shorter than him. Using their numbers, they collectively rushed at him, with four going for his limbs and the other three aiming to knock him out. The plan ended quickly as the boy used surprising agility to hit four in the neck and gut, putting them down. He swerved to dodge an incoming punch, grabbed the arm, and headbutted the oncoming person.

With the leftover momentum from his head leaning backward, he performed a backflip, using his legs to wrap around an opponent coming from behind. He leg-locked the person until they passed out. Another person wrapped around his head, and he threw himself onto the ground, knocking the wind out of the person behind him. He escaped the grasp of the person on the ground as the alarm rang.

A door opened, and in came a group of Mandalorians. At the forefront was a woman in gear. She tried to remain impassive, but the boy could see her pride. He sat on his knees and awaited them. They brought a crate.

Arla said, "My foundling, you have passed your trial. Now, it is time for you to leave the nest. In time, you shall become what you want to be. I wish for you to be happy. You are my everything."

"Mother, you speak as if I'm to go to the stars and never return. How could I do such a sin? You are my mother; I will always be with you," he replied.

"I know, my little Vandal. But remember, when you are a Fett, family is eternal. Never mind this discussion. It's time for you to don the armor I got for you. It's just durasteel as you requested, though I don't know why," Arla said.

"Mother, I wish to earn all my beskar, not be given it like the rest of the Mando clans. If I am to be the best Mandalorian, then life and death shall go hand in hand. I will begin my bounty hunting career soon, thanks to your experience and network. My uncle gave me my first starship," Vandal explained.

The starship was a Fang Fighter, though Vandal was very grateful for his uncle's thoughtfulness. He would have to make the necessary adjustments to make it as he wanted.

Vandal's thoughts were interrupted when the crate was placed on the ground. He was pulled into a hug by his other uncles, the reason he was as good as he was. They trained him to be the best in hand-to-hand combat and the use of blasters. He was a natural at starfighters, creating a new curriculum used by the clones. His combat style, like that of a hydra, was always unpredictable, resulting in what Vandal called "the Mythosaurs' Ascent." This flying skill had beaten experienced pilots in simulations and combat scenarios.

Vandal went into an alcove and began putting on his armour. He thought about his first bounty. Though he had learned Galactic Basic and Huttese easily, he would only speak in old Mando'a and use a droid to communicate. He finished putting on his armor and donned his custom helmet, the technology on par with the Kaminoan defense grid he had created.

As he looked at himself and nodded, he walked out. The quiet chatter ceased until he broke it with a single word.

"What?" Vandal said.

Almost as if controlled, all shook their heads and looked up at the towering figure. They knew that as the son of Arla Fett, he was destined for greatness. He would lead the Mandalorian race into the future, though his reputation needed to be built. He had convinced them that he was going to achieve great things. They just had to wait for the contract and join him as a warband. Little did they know that in the future, he would become a champion.

As Vandal walked ahead, the Kaminoans, a race so xenophobic they only tolerated others, bowed to him. This was due to his contributions to the planet. He had calmed the seas of Kamino and advanced their technology. He helped them develop weaponry using natural resources, creating a unique weapon that used the water of Kamino to tear ships from orbit at a fraction of the cost of turbolasers. The Kaminoans could wield this technology with impunity, effectively drowning any creature not of Kaminoan descent.

Vandal arrived at his fighter and received a message from his uncle, wishing him luck and reminding him that he was the best bounty hunter. Vandal looked ahead with determination.

As he walked to his ship and the automatic ladder descended, he boarded and started the flight sequence. He saw his mother waving as he started the ion engine. Waving back, he began the process of entering the atmosphere. His first job was to capture a Twi'lek named Calla Vennet, wanted by Jabba. It was an open contract, and no one had found her yet, but he would.

[Image of Vandals armour]

[His fang starfighter ]

[Kaminoian]

Author's Note: Hey guys, how was the action scene? I think I could do better, but let me know what you think. Also, should the MC be Force-sensitive? I've kind of hinted at it but I'm still debating it. What do you think of some space combat battles? I wanted to feed a pet peeve of mine that there's no detailed fighter combat in any fan fiction I've read.