Star Wars Tales of a Mandalorian

[KilroywasNOTHere]

Tokada gazed at the window from his captain’s chair gazing at the window of his Nebulon-B escort frigate. In truth business had been slowed to a crawl, Pirates had become frequent ever since the fall of the empire and as a result it meant more competition and less juicy targets.

Spoiler: Tokada

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The crew was getting frankly reckless. They had sailed the vacuum of space with not so much as a credit to their name. He had to find something and fast. If he remained empty handed for much longer than the next thing that would be taken would be his head.

“Are you alright captain.” His first officer asked. Tokada’s face crumpled into a hard scowl. “I’ll be alright when we have credits in our pockets, and a ship to sell. You know as well as I do that there have been mummers on the ship. They question my competence as the captain of this vessel.”

“Shall I make a public example of one of your detractors?”

“and paint an even bigger target on my back. Are you trying to get me killed? No what I need is a catch. A cargo ship, heck a nice merchant ship or heck even a dancer’s caravan ship would be nice, something to sate the crew’s appetites. “

Suddenly the scanners of the ship began to give loud beeps, scanners showed a ship heading passed them.

“Looks like we may have gotten our wish.”

“What is it?” Tokada asked.

“Light freighter, looks to be K-42.”

“A jellyfish? What’s the cargo?

Spoiler: K-42 Freighter

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“Can’t tell but it looks like there is roughly 40-60 tons.”

A smile came across Tokada’s face. “Whatever it is there’s lots of it. Get the tractor beam going.” The captain then turned on his comlink. Gather round boys, we got a live one.”

The pirates gathered around the fighter bay reading to jump whoever came out of the ship.

Tokada readied his rifle holding up his right arm as a means to say hold. The jellyfish opened with a loud hiss, Tokada found his mouth go agape. Out of the ship stepped to be a figure clad in Mandalorian armor or at least some makeshift version of it, painted in a mixture of purple and silver.

Tokada continued to signal his men to hold. He didn’t want the men to start shooting until he knew for sure what exactly they were dealing with. He then walked forward.

“I do apologize, whoever you are, but your ship and cargo is now property of the Hearthstone Pirates, surrender it quietly and we will let you live. Should you decide to resist, things shall get….ugly. “

The Mandalorian however did not move a muscle beyond just standing there. The Pirate couldn’t help but move a little bit closer. “Did you not here me? Your ship and cargo is now property of the Hearthstone Pirates. Surrender it or get blasted!

Still the mando did not move. The captain got closer but admittedly more hesitant as he got a better gage of her true size. She stood at over 2.05 meters and had a strong bulky frame to match. Still he did not back down .

“Not much of a talker eh?”

“you can either leave warm, or leave smoking. You’re choice.”

Tokada laughed. “Are you threating me? Do you know who I am. I death warrants in every major sector in the galaxy! I outnumber you 100 to 1. You are in no place to negotiate!”

The Mandalorian once again became silent. Tokada signaled his men to scan the ship for the cargo. The officer came back out with a grimace on his face. “It’s just fruit.”

Tokada couldn’t help but chuckle. “A Mandalorian playing grocer, Oh how the mighty have fallen.”

The trooper then gazed at the mandos armor. “Real Beskar? I thought the empire confiscated all of it. It must be worth a fortune. I wonder if it will keep its worth after we peel it off your corpse.”

Tokada raised his blaster only to howl as his whole body became engulfed in flames. His body crumpled in flame within seconds. The pirate crew looked at the horrific scene with such shock that they found themselves unable to move.

The Mandalorian pressed some buttons on her wrist as several dozen small metallic bombs launched from her jet back. Sticking to various parts of the ship. The officer eyes widened in horror when they began to rapidly beep.

“Sticky bom….!!!!”

“KABOOM!!!!!!”

The Mandalorian landed The Kast’s Honor gently on the landing platform. a grizzled Rodian met her with shipping droids at the ready. It was customary of her work place that the client reciving a greeting as a way of making sure the contract had been fulfilled.

“Got your shipment. Hopefully everything was intact. I was sort of held up."

“Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you! Ever since the empire fell, shortages have been frequent and pirates frequently sacked the local trade planets. But at least now we have enough to survive the winter. I’m surprised the Fighter’s Guild sent a Mandalorian of all people to do this job….a large one at that.”

The Mandalorian didn’t respond to the remark “Sign here and here.”

“oh, of course.”

Without so much as a word the Mandalorian headed back to her ship.

“May I ask what your name is?” The rodian asked. “I’d like to request you again for future jobs if the need arises.”

“Baask, Baask Kast.”

 

[Tryglaw]

Hmmm, interesting, we'll see where that goes.

 

[KilroywasNOTHere]

Canto Bite was known as the crown Jewel of the galaxy, giant capital had been a massive hotbed of trade and luxury since even the days of the Ancient Republic, royals, aristocrats and high class gamblers from around the galaxy would participate in the various thrills and chills the planet had to offer, Casino's Restaurants, shops and racetracks of all kinds decorated the planet.

Baask was not much of a gambler, typically only involving herself in the process if the involved bouts of in the Thunderdome, and even then she was much more often the thing that was being gambled on as opposed to being the gambler. Her reputation in the Thunderdome had given her a handful of nicknames including "The mountain," "Sugaan Essena" a huttese name that translated to "black thunder" in basic and a name that in Dosh roughly translated in basic as "She who rips prey in half."

As much as there was a part of her that was itching for a few rounds in the Dome, she had that contract she had to fulfill first. at the receptionist desk, a young female Wookie sat at the receptionist desk reading a datapad. Once she looked up however the Wookie couldn’t help but growl and roar in excitement giving the mando a giant Wookie hug.

("Baaskie!!!!")

"Hey, Zebbie, how're you doing girl?"

("Ugh, I'm bored! Rocky hasn’t let me take any contracts in days. I think he's still a little shaken up over that incident on Nar Shadda)

"Zebbie, you were in a coma for a month, the grandmaster refused to eat or sleep until you woke up. He cares about you, you know that right?"

("Oh, I know. It's just, I helped liberate my planet both from both the droid army, and the empire. I wasn't made to be behind a desk. Hey when you deliver your last contract, think you'd be up for a few rounds in the thunderdome? I could use the excercise.")

"I'll have to see what other contracts are being offered, but yeah if I got nothing going on I'm good for a good spar. Speaking of contracts. Where is the grandmaster?"

("In his office as always.")

"thanks,”

Bassk headed down the hallway to a large wooden door with the image of a corlllian Stallion engraved, above was the phrase written in huttese “Konza wiuca, doumai hanby.”

Baask without hesitation opened the door to see the grandmaster spiff in his uniform cleaning his blaster.

the man gave a smirk upon looking up. “There’s one of my favorite girls.”

Baask gave a slight bow. “the shipments been sent Grandmaster Krellon, though I did run into a bit of a snag.”

“Look, I told you don’t have to keep calling me grandmaster all the time. You’ve earned the right to call me Rocky, and I heard about your little snag, pirate’s right?”

“They called themselves the Hearthstone Pirates, probably a bunch of low class thuds looking for a quick smash and grab, but I gave them a bit of a sticky surprise.”

Crellan laughed “Pirates fry and cargo gets shipped. I’d say that’s reason to celebrate, don’t you?”

The grandmaster went to his desk and pulled out a brown leather sack and a glass bottle with a amber colored liquid. Baask took off her helmet and took a seat once Krellon invited her to do so. She had been through this enough to know what to expect next, sure enough the man slid the sack toward her direction. Baask handed him the proof of the contract completion.

“100 peggots, fair and square.”

Baask tilted her head as she observed the leathery worn face of the old man. There was an old Mandalorian proverb that when translated to basic said “you could tell everything about a man based on his eyes. Read his face and you’ll find the stories of his life.

if there was any truth to the proverb, Crellan’s face must of contained entire volumes, every pock mark and scar told stories of the various wars that the man had participated. The man had lived in the war torn planet of Sirus IX, having lived life the life of a solider since he was thirteen. He served in the clone wars as a militia solder under the command of a Jedi general known as Rahm Kota, and would continue to serve under him into the galactic civil war. Over the years the two men had practically become brothers.

Spoiler: Jaster "Rocky Crellan

Even at the age of 75 standards years it was still hard to tell whether Crellan’s fighting years were still behind him. The man was in better shape than most men half his age, and it frankly would have been a bigger shock if he didn’t make it to over well over the age of one hundred short of death in combat. Had it not been for his steel grey hair, one would have thought he wasn’t a day over 40.There was a reason the man had been Grandmaster of the Fighter’s Guild for the past 5 years. she couldn’t help but wonder if in another life, Crellan could have been a great Mandalore, or heck even now still be one. Vizsla knew that her people needed a man like him.

Admittedly it wasn’t for lack of trying, though all her attempts at proposing to him both in terms of Marital & gai bal manda had failed. His reasoning for both was that he was too old for her . As much as it disappointed her, she accepted that, and didn’t push the issue,

“What’s the next job?” Baask asked.

Crellan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Already, you sure you don’t want to take a breather?”

Baask shook her head. “got anything more intense? I’m frankly tired of delivering fruit.”

Crellan shrugged. “Well there is one thing…” the grandmaster pulled out a datapad the image of a Imperial extermination ship flashed before them

“A New republic shock squad attempted to liberate the prisoners of a ship heading to the spice mines of Kessel, 7 went in only one came out.”

“Well it was probably heavily guarded…”

“That’s the thing, apparently the last transmission from the team reported that the ship was a ghost ship. no survivors.”

“No survivors, then what…?”

“that’s what some high ranking in people in the republic want to find out. What’s more concerning is that the one survivor died shortly after. The Guy suddenly went crazy and had to be gunned down/”

Baask put her finger to her chin. A new republic shock squad goes in, nearly all of them die and the sale survivor goes rabid. Nothing about the situation seemed natural to say the least/

“What’s the commission?”

“1000 peggots.”

Baask got up and put her finger back on. “I’ll do it, but I want Zebbie to go with me.

“aw kid I don’t know.

She’s been dying for some action and I could probably use the extra muscle. You have my word I’ll take care of her.

Crillian let out a sigh “Alright fine, but you better take care of her.”

With that Baask walked away. Something told her she’d need all the help she could get.

 

[KilroywasNOTHere]

Baask had to admit she didn’t exactly have much use for the so called New Republic, while it was easy enough to be united in the goal of killing a common enemy, it became all the more prevalent after the fall of the empire that the ragtag rebellion was just that, a ragtag rebellion. Though they had gained some strength since their victory at the battle of Jakku, the Alliance still seemed to function more as a government entity as opposed to an official governing entity. Enforcement in short had been a joke.

That made the things all the more puzzling as to why the alliance would be willing to pay 1000 peggots for what was essentially an investigation mission. Somebody knew something and Baask knew the first thing she was going to do was ask just what they had expected her to deal with.

According to the contract, the client was located on the mysterious planet of Dathomir, Baask couldn’t help but shudder. She had heard stories of the wretched place, the place was said to be inhabited by coven’s of dark witches, capable of taming wild rancors and even resurrecting the dead. Stories from various spacers who ran medical supplies to different outpost on the planet would swear up and down that the dead walked the planet.

So why would the Alliance want to meet on such a wretched planet? The planet had been all but scorched by both the Separatist and the empire. If neither of these two factions could control the planet despite being massive war machines, what made the Alliance think they could?

(“nervous?”) Zebbie asked.

“not nervous, cautious .

(“think those legends are true? The stories about the dead walking the planet?”)

Baask just shrugged. “if the stories about quarantine zones are true, then yeah.”

(“I wonder where they are going to have us land, or even what they want.”)

Just then a band of X-wings circled around them.

“Guess we’ll find out soon.”

“Kast’s Honor, this is Grey 5 do you copy?”

“10-4, Is there a problem?”

“We noticed your transponder is not emitting.”

“Here in the outer rim?”

“Circumstances are requiring us to be very careful.”

“Understood, one sec. “

(“Bureaucrats”) Zebbie growled in a huff.

As Grey 5 identified the transmission he let out a sigh of relief. “You’re from the Fighter’s guild?”

“10-4”

“Thank Tano! Follow us we’ll get you to medical outpost Alpha, Dr. Zahara Cody will want to talk to you ASAP.”

As the Kast’s Honor followed the X-wings to the landing platform, zebbie let out a confused growl .

(“medical outpost Alpha? Why would the New Republic need a couple of muscled mercs to meet at a medical outpost?”)

Baask stood silent for second biting the corner of her lip. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that she had heard that name once before. in fact The two had met, having to carry someone to their room, while they were blackout drunk and sobbing uncontrollably a state of meeting. The woman seemed to have flashbacks though the way she was screaming incoherently it was hard to tell what those flashbacks were about. Once Baask had escorted Zahara to her bed the woman grasped her arm like a small terrified begging the giant of a Mandalorian not to abandon her.

It was no exaggeration to say that the story Zahara told the woman was one that had shook Baask to her bone, a feat not easy to accomplish. The woman told her about how she supposedly served on some kind of imperial prison barge Known as the Purge. How the ship’s passengers fell victim to some kind of imperial bio-weapon, some kind of Pathogen that was capable of killing people within hours or even minutes and turning the bodies into what could only be described as ravenous cannibalistic zombies.

Frankly Baask thought the story was something too crazy to be believed, a legend perhaps a good ghost story on Halloween, or a story to tell when one was plastered and delirious, but there was no way tit could be real. At least that’s what Baask originally thought. Now though, between the anxious reaction from the X-wing pilots, plus the stories told from spacers about Dathomir’s quarantine zones, combined with the references to Zahara Cody, something told her that maybe the good doctor’s story wasn’t just a legend after all.

“I think I know why the New Republic paid so much for this contract.” Baask spoke softly.

(“what do you mean?”) Zebbie asked.

“Have you ever heard of an imperial weapons project known as Blackwing?”

Book 1: The Sickness

Spoiler: Cover Pic

 

[KilroywasNOTHere]

No chapter today, but I don't want to leave you without some kind of content so I'd figure I'd show Baask Kast's stats and some backstory.

Name: Baask (pronounced Bah-Sk) Kast

Nickname(s) the Firestarter, the Pyromaniac, The Sith Slayer, The Big Guy. “She who tears prey in half”

Species: Human

Sex: Female

Birth: 23 BBY

Height: 2.0574 M

Mass: 216.74 Kg

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Silver

Skin color: Light

Place of birth: Humbarine

Affiliation(s):

Mandalorians

House Kast

Clan Rook

The Fighters Guild

Czerka Corporation

The Alliance to Restore the Republic (formally, informally)

Apperance: WIP

Spoiler: Baask Kast: without armor

Note: this is WIP because the software I have is limited and i'm not exacly skilled at cleaning it up. Her face is slightly too fat for the kind of character she is supposed to be.

Biography:

Bassk was born on the planet of Humbarine in 23 BBY, after being orphaned during the Battle of Humbarine, she was taken in and taught the Mandalorian code and taken in by Clan rook of house Kast. Fueled by the death of her planet and family caused by the Confederacy of Independent systems, she grew to hate the confederacy and the “Dark Wizards” that led them.

Once she came of age, Baask participated in her own miniature crusade against Separatist holdouts, often participating in small scale destruction members though The Fighters Guild. Thing however changed when Clan rook received a call to arms. Take back Mandalore from the empire. The empire however did not tolerate resistance. the Empire launched the Great Purge against the Mandalorians and though they fought hard, the event resulted in the deaths of most Mandalorians, leaving Baask as one of the handful of survivors. Not to long after this, Baask would learn that the dark wizard that controlled the Separatist was in fact the apprentice of the man that secretly controlled the empire, and now she had a learned the true name of these dark Wizards….the sith.

Baask would continue her war against the Sith in the shadows, informally fighting with the rebel alliance using the fighter’s guild as a proxy often helping take down heavy imperial targets, such as elite commanders and dark side force users.

After the destruction of the 2nd death star, Baask continued her career as a hero for hire as the member of the fighters guild while also as an arms runner for local militlas under the payroll of Czerka Corporation. Though the war is technically over se still takes on imperial warlords fighting in the hopes that the Mandalorians will become a prominent force once more.

Authors notes: She's primarly inspired by 3 people, Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson, Eddie Hall

Spoiler: Hafþór Júlíus Björnsson

Spoiler: Eddie Hall

Spoiler: Reggie Bennett

her fighting style is based off of the pyrotech class class from Swtor mixed with a little bit of the pyro and demoman from Team Fortress 2 though personality wise she's more like the heavy around her friends I honestly can't tell you if I'm making a joke character or a mando answer to Darth Vader.

If it wasin't obvious, this series takes place in a world mixed with EU and canon material as far as I can tell there is no reason why anything prior to return of the Jedi should not have happened as is. So events like the Rise of Darth Vader, The Force Unleashed 1 & 2, and yes Death Troopers are very much within canon (Death troopers especially Joe Scriber is writining the novilization for the mandalorian and several refernces have been made to the death troopers novel short of direct reference so it might as well be canon) anyway, I know this is cheap but feel free to comment about anything i've posted here. I can use the feedback.