When I hear Jerus’ message, I do not attempt to hide my anger. “I knew that snake would turn against me! Zar’kun and I will deal with Zarka here at the base. Jerus, do why you can to stop his renegade men.” I am not in my armor, at the moment, and I waste no time getting it. I only grab my gauntlets and my blasters. Otherwise I am in civilization clothes.



I kneel beside my wounded bodyguard, the other one watching my back in case more Saxons attack. I have my small defensive blaster in hand as well. “We need to get out of here now!”



Talion and I fire back at the Saxons on the stage, taking two down almost immediately. The others, seeing us, suddenly break off their attack. I can’t tell through their helmets, but their body language is that of surprise and confusion. Rather than attack us, they begin to retreat. “Go after them, Talion! I’ve got the leader!” I jump on stage and rush at Gida, who has his blaster aimed at Cosen Greshh. “Stop this madness in the name of Mand’alor!”



I turn, surprised at Kamari’s appearance. “Kam?! What are you doing?”



“Stopping you, of course! This is against Mand’alor’s command! Stand down or I will shoot you!”



Gida doesn’t get the chance to make that decision. My lightsaber springs into my hand and I slice his head clean off. With only an angry glare at Kamari, I dash to my brother, turning over his limp body. “No no no no!”

Joining Ava, I head out towards where we last knew Zarka was. "Strange. I thought your people's customs required he face you in one on one combat."



Even from my elevated perch as I provided cover fire for the other clans engaging Clan Saxon's men, I could see something was off about them. There was a hesitation as they turned their blasters on their fellows. "Hunter, something's off. The Saxons are hesitating when they go to engage the other clans, some are even retreating."



Jetting after one of the Saxon men, I tackle him, slamming his helmeted head into the ground. "Stay right there, traitor." The man struggles, trying to throw me off.

"What are you doing?! You're supposed to be helping!"

"Manda'lor never ordered this! Your clan chief is a aruetii and a kyramud. And your clan will be disgraced for it." He struggles for a couple more seconds before stopping and accepting defeat.

"No..."

“Apparently he lacks the courage and the honor to face me. I plan to repay him in kind.” Zar’kun and I reach the common area of the command center, where the Clan Chiefs usually hang out. “I’ve been keeping a close eye on the building since the attack yesterday. Nobody comes or goes without it being reported to me. Zarka is still here, and probably doesn’t know I know what he’s done yet.” I give Zar’kun a grave look. “This is between Mando’ade. If things get violent, I welcome your assistance. But otherwise, leave it to me and my chiefs to deal with.”



The Saxon uprising was strangely short lived. By no means do I believe it’s over, but the fighting seems to have stopped almost as soon as it began. The Saxon men have all either fled or been killed. “I want survivors! Someone bring me a conspirator ALIVE! I want answers!”



I lay on the ground, Talion Wren still pinning me in place. I don’t struggle much, as I realize it is pointless. It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

"On your feet, traitor." Hauling the one I'd tackled to his feet, I walk him to where Kamari was. "One survivor, ready for interrogation."



I nod in understanding. "I will remain uninvolved until absolutely necessary then. You expect much of a fight?"

I nod to Talion. "Good work. Restrain him for now. I'll deal with him momentarily." I go to Cosen, looking down on her and Gavin sympathetically. "Is he...?"



"Get away from us!" I lash out, swinging my lightsaber at him to keep him back. "If you come any closer, I'll kill each and every one of you!"



I jump back. "Whoa! Easy there, Cosen! The traitors have been dealt with. You're safe now..."



"Safe?! I don't believe that for a moment. You think I'm stupid?" I point my blade at the Mandos around me. "Get back! Leave me alone!"



"I hope it won't become a fight, but I don't know who else is involved. For all I know, there are other Clan Chiefs on his side. I need to act quickly and nip this in the bud before his treachery spreads too far through the ranks."

I land next to Hunter with my hands up, the sniper rifle on my back. "Easy, Cosen! This wasn't all of the Mandalorians, just Clan Saxon! None of us knew this was going to happen."



As we approach the center, I pull my sabers off my belt. "You'll know as soon as you go to deal with Zarka. So we'll know soon enough."



I sit the young Saxon down and secure his wrists with binders while Kamari and Jerus deal with the Sith girl. Couldn't afford for all of us to get distracted from the prisoner.

I look at Jerus, but don’t say anything. I am clearly shaken, and I don’t lower my weapon. Jerus is the only one I allow to get even remotely close to me.



I look to Talion. “We’ll take the prisoner back to base. I’m not much for interrogations myself, I confess. I don’t have the heart to cause pain to a brother, even a traitor.” As I signal a transport, I ask Jerus “Have you heard anything from our... your family? They may have been targeted too.”

I slowly approach Cosen, my hands still out in front of me and don't immediately respond to Hunter. "Easy, Cosen. No one's going to hurt you. Just put the lightsaber away."



"It's a shame it's even came to this." Standing the Saxon back up, I look at Jerus trying to defuse the situation. However, given that Gida had attacked Gavin while his back was turned like a coward, I couldn't say I blamed her for her reaction.

I begin to calm down a little, but I don’t let my guard down. “Where is my mother? Did you murder her too or was it just my brother?”



“Last I heard, she was helping Temari with repairs.”



I exhale slowly. Of all the Mandalorians, I found Temari to be the most honorable. I didn’t fully trust anyone, but I could not imagine her being in on this conspiracy. “Find her. I need to make sure she is safe.” I look at Jerus. “And I want off of this planet. Myself, my mother... and my father. We’re done.”

"Your father's in no condition to go anywhere, Cosen, you saw that yourself. As for you and your mother, well, you want to leave then go, but I don't think either of us can speak for Vette. Just give me a second." Opening my com channel, I contact Temari. "Teacher?"



I stand over the corpse of one of the younger members of Clan Saxon, Vette behind me as she didn't bring any combat armor. I had been wearing mine since the day before and was running on two hours of rest and a lot of caffeine, as repairs had needed to be gotten underway quickly and I'd stayed up celebrating later than I should have. When Jerus comes through, I set it to speaker. "Go ahead Jerus."



"Is Vette with you? Safe?" I switch to speaker so Cosen can hear as well.



"Safe and unharmed, despite the Saxon youth's best efforts. Zarka has crossed a line."

A transport shuttle flies down and lands in the spot where the crowd once was before they all scattered. “Come on, Talion. Let’s get this traitor back to base.” I turn back to Jerus. “Meet us when you can. I trust you can handle Cosen better than us.”



“I’m not a traitor! I was only doing as I was instructed! I had no idea this was part of a coup!”



“We’ll talk about it later.” I jerk my thumb towards the transport. “Now let’s go.”



Back at the command center, I am in on a recreational room with the other Clan Chiefs. I lightly spar with Khomo Fett, throwing kicks and punches back and forth while others either watch or lounge around in chairs.

I duck a roundhouse kick, catching his foot and spinning him to the ground. “Nice try, old friend, but I fear your brain is slipping.” I chuckle, holding out a hand to help him to his feet. When the doors opened and Mand’alor enter, I smile up at her genuinely. “Ah! Our Sole Ruler has joined us at least! Looking to join in on the tournament? See what your Clan Chiefs have got?”



“I know precisely what you’ve got,” I point my blaster at him. “Traitor!!”



I, along with several of the other Clan Chiefs, am understandably surprised. “Mand’alor? What’s going on?” I look at Saxon, who looks most confused of all.



“So, word has not reached you all yet? Allit’alor Saxon here has betrayed us. He organized an assassination attempt on Gavin Greshh and his Revolution leaders, presumably to undermine my alliance with them. Had the plot not been thwarted by LOYAL warriors, I have no doubt I would be his next target.”



My jaw drops, and I glare at Zarka. “Is this true? How could you do this?”



“I gave no such order! I have no idea what your talking about!” I back away from all the angry looking Chiefs. “This... this is some sort of mistake!”



“First you go behind my back, then you deny your involvement? Have you no honor, Allit’alor?”



“I have more honor then...!!!” I catch myself, biting back my anger. “Clan Saxon is fiercely loyal. We would never turn against their Mand’alor!



“Oh, they are loyal to their Mand’alor: you! Because that’s your end goal; killing my allies to weaken my position, turn everyone against me, then kill me and claim the title for yourself! Don’t tell me I’m wrong!”



“This is ridiculous! This... this must be some kind of frame up! I’m a battle tactician! I plan battles, not schemes! ShT your describing is more the game of that Sith Witch Naberrie, not me!”



“Stop talking or I’ll execute you here and now.” I shrug. “Come to think of it, I might just do that regardless and save everyone a lot of time.”

I remained nearby, but my eyes were closed as I used the Force to focus in on Zarka Saxon's words. Under normal circumstances, I was sure she would have gunned the seemingly rebellious clan chief down, but it would seem even she doubted his guilt enough to withhold immediate Mandalorian Justice.

"Wait... Hold a moment. Let me call my lieutenants. I'll speak to them and find out who gave them the order to attack."



I aim my blaster. "Touch your commlink and you die. You've already betrayed Mand'alor once. I won't give you the chance to do it again."




I hold my hands out to show I'm not reaching for anything. "There could have been a miscommunication! Or... or someone manipulated them into acting outside of my orders!"



"You are responsible for the actions of your men, Saxon. If they took matters into their own hands, it is you who are at fault for not training them to follow orders..."



I sneer, drawing my blaster on the man I once considered to be a friend. "Clan Saxon is one of the most disciplined clans there is. They take orders from no one by their Allit'alor and the Mand'alor herself."



I stare at Khomo in surprise. "Gar sa, Khomo?" I turn towards Mand'alor. "I challenge you to single combat, Mand'alor! You know something here doesn't add up! You're just letting your dislike of me cloud your mind! I have been nothing but loyal to the Mando'ade! It is you who have strayed for the path! Making ally of the Jedi and Republic diplomats! Allowing them to use us as pawns in their war! You think none of us knew what this was all really about? You never wanted to conquer Coruscant! All you wanted to do was please your Jetii lover!"



I fire a single shot between Zarka's eyes. As he slowly collapses to the ground, I fire off several more shots into his body. "Challenge denied." I say, trembling with anger.

I sigh as Zarka falls and open my eyes. The deed had been done, but something about this still didn't feel right. "That was...decisive."

I don't look at Zar'kun. Instead, I stay focused on my Clan Chiefs. "Would anyone else like to voice their disagreement with how I lead or the company I keep?" I pause to allow them to reply, but none do. "Good to hear. You should all feel proud of your warriors today. When the Saxons showed their true colors, your men sprang into action and put a quick end to their insurrection. Now, all that's left is the cleanup. I expect all members of Clan Saxon to be tracked down as soon as possible. Now that their Allit'alor is dead, they have two options; swear loyalty to me or die like him." I turn away and begin to stalk off back down the hall.



I lift my blaster over my head. "All hail Te Motir Mand'alor!" The rest of the Clan Chiefs follow my lead, chanting 'Te Motir Mand'alor' over and over again, even after Mandalore has left the room.

I follow after Ava and once we were in the halls and the door behind us closed, I catch up with her. "Manda'lor, while it's just us, I feel you should know that there was some truth to his words back there."

I glance over my shoulder. “I just shot one of the most prominent members of my army dead. Do you really think it wise to tell me he had some compelling arguments?”

"Now I didn't say that. In the long run, you might have just saved your army some serious trouble later down the road. But his mentioning Xanthippe..." My eyes darken at the thought. "With your leave, I have a witch to deal with."

I wave my hand. “Granted. I need to go find HJ and make sure that bastard didn’t send any kids after him.”



Meanwhile, during all of this chaos, Becca and I are visiting Korré in her room. While the new mother sits propped up in bed, Becca sits on a sofa close by, holding the newborn in her arms. I sit next to her and look down at the sleeping boy. “So, Valkorion, huh? Interesting name.”



I smile sheepishly. “I can’t remember how I came up with it, but I like it. Though I admit, it is a bit of a mouthful.”



I shrug. “He could use a nickname. Like Val.” I think it over in my head. “Yeah, I like the sound of that.” You know, we never did catch your last name.”



“Hmm... I don’t know. I prefer his full name; Valkorion Durantus. Sounds quite noble, don’t you think?”



“Durantus? Is that your last name? I just realized you never told us that. It’s always just been Korré.”



“Well, that’s because Korré isn’t my real name. It’s my handmaiden name. You see, when Naboo girl enter the service of a noble woman, they abandon their birth names and take on handmaiden identities. My real name is Kordelia Durantus. But, as long as I serve Senator Naberrie, I know no other name but Korré.” Speaking of the senator, my holo communicator on the side table begins to beep, showing a transmission from Xan. “Ooh! I need to get that quick! I don’t want it to wake the baby!” I grab the holocomm and answer. "Yes, Mi'lay?"



I look very panicked. My hair is a mess, and I keep looking around, as if expecting someone to appear and attack at any moment. “ Korré! Stay where you are! I’m on my way!"

"If he did, I hope they didn't wear their armor." Turning down a side hall, I head down it with the utmost speed as I pull out my comlink and contact Becca. "If Naberrie shows up, don't let her leave."