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- #648341
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- The Second Clone War
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Ben dials the route to Nellith's intended destination into Yoodie's navprocessor. The Jedi Sentinel secures her precious cargo in one of the Hawk's freight compartments. The ship's course is a path drawn from Taris to Ossus via the Old Corellian Run, a hyperlane threading through the Arkanis sector. The Run was once a bustling artery of commerce, but that was over a thousand years ago. Now it is mostly a way for the Hutts and other unsavory types to travel to the Outer Rim Territories unnoticed by the law.
The rear cargo door is the last part of the ship to retract before take-off. The landing legs slide inward toward the freighter's underside as powerful repulsorlift engines carry the Hawk out of its gantry.
In an abandoned industrial complex within view of the Hawk, the Mandalorian Clone squad has set up a bivouac around their landed gunship. Automated blaster turrets complement their patrols to guard against Republic guardsmen and, even worse, the rakghouls.
The squad sergeant, Demorre Kro, receives a holo-message from a mysterious figure. It appears to be a tall Human in his thirties wearing a cloak to conceal his face.
"At ease, Sergeant Kro. Has the Jedi left Taris?" he asks.
"They are lifting off as we speak, sir. Shall we engage?"
"Only at my command. When I issue the order, you and your men are to eliminate everyone on that ship and bring me the artifact. The Mandalorian commanders will be most pleased to seize what the Jedi woman has brought onto that ship. Over and out." The hologram disappears in a flicker of blue light.
Kro turns to his men. One of them, Dagor Fett, peers at the setting star while perched on an eroded sculpture of a katarn.
They all look the same. They all have the same DNA. They are all brothers. Blood brothers. Fighting for the glory of Mandalore.
"We've got a job to do, boys," Kro says before he dons his war helm.