Also, because it was written eight years ago, the prose in this isn't exactly up to par with my current writing skills. Not that I think it's bad, just... obviously eight years old.
CHAPTER ONE
--Sukil, Deza system, Outer Rim Territories--
Soldiers clad in red and black uniforms marched through the green fields of Sukil. Leading them was a Jedi Knight, brown robes overlapping custom-made armor. In his hand was the silver hilt of a lightsaber, ready to ignite if the enemy was to come into view.
Kalon halted the soldiers. He could sense something, or someone, was nearby.
He ignited his blue lightsaber just as a Mandalorian clad in red armor zoomed towards them on a swoop bike. The Jedi swung his saber and sliced the swoop bike in half. The Mandalorian leaped off and aimed his blaster at Kalon. With one flick of the wrist, the blaster flew out of the Mandalorian's hand as what felt like an invisible hand pushed him away.
At that moment, dozens of Mandalorians attacked. Many fell, with only Kalon and three soldiers left, cornered by the Mandalorians. The lead Mandalorian, wearing blue and black, ordered his troops to cease fire.
"Well," the leader said. "Quite unimpressive. You're one of those 'Jedi Crusaders,' aren't you?"
"Yes," Kalon said, deactivating his lightsaber. "What is it to you?"
"Oh, no reason," said the Mandalorian. "Just seems like your group are the only Jedi daring to face us. But no matter." The other Mandalorians raised their blasters. "You'll still die."
Suddenly, a purple-bladed lightsaber flew from the sky and stabbed one of the Mandalorians. The lead trooper turned around to see a black-haired Jedi, flanked by many Republic soldiers.
"Gee, Kalon." The Jedi smirked. "I can't seem to leave you alone, can I?"
"Very funny, Voren," Kalon sighed. "Can you lend me a--"
"Silence, Jedi!" shouted the lead Mandalorian, aiming his blaster at Kalon. He turned to Voren. "You really think you can beat my soldiers? Do you?!"
Voren grinned as his lightsaber flew back into his hand. "Actually... yes. Yes, I do."
* * *
The Star Light flew through the blaster fire over the world of Sukil. The Vurk admiral known as Dral Chaar oversaw the wildfire from his place on the bridge. The Valiant and the Veltraa had surrounded the Mandalorians' flagship, the Jetiise Arv'e.
Dral activated his comlink. "Captain Averre, this is Admiral Chaar!"
"Captain Averre reporting, sir," said a voice on the other end. "What is it?"
"Do not, I repeat, do not attack the Mandalorian ship until I give the order." Dral's holo projector began to buzz. He switched it on to see the masked visage of a Mandalorian captain.
"Admiral Chaar. I am Kian, captain of this ship. I wish to request that you cease fire. I believe we can negotiate a truce."
Dral scowled at the hologram of Kian. "It's too late for that, Mandalorian. Much too late." He turned off the project and turned to the ship's captain, Saul Karath. "Open fire."
* * *
The Mandalorian leader staggered back, clutching his right upper arm in pain as his forearm was gone.
"Canderous," he coughed to a silver-armored Mandalorian. "Contact Captain Kian. Tell him we must fall back to Dxun."
"Understood, Commander Siro," Canderous said as he and the other Mandalorians took off. Siro glanced at Kalon and Voren one last time before leaving as well.
Voren smirked. "Well, if Admiral Chaar has everything else handled, we might as well head back to Coruscant."
"As long as Revan doesn't send us to another planet," Kalon said. "I'm just about tired of this war."
"Everyone is," said Voren. "I bet soon even the Mandalorians will be, too. But for now, let's go home."
"Yeah." Kalon looked upon the dead soldiers. "Let's."
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