บท 3: Chapter 3
Looking around I can only recognize a few things. I look to the tablet with another ship under his name, welp, not anymore. I have the documents of how this works, so I should be able to own it.
But... I don't have a name and for the life of me I can't remember my name from my past life.
Looking at the pad, I look closely to my certificate. Batch A, - Z. So I was the Z of that batch of people. 4 M meaning fourth Mandalorian. Well that's good... I think? Now where to? Maybe burning that house was a bad idea. Turning back to the smoke on the horizon... Nah... Fucker deserved it.
Now where do I go? Where am I? A quick search game the answer. Oh shit I'm on Mandalore and it doesn't have a date... Welp, time to move, walking towards a nearby place that looks like a tavern I walked in and moved towards the bar, after a short climb onto the seat the bartender looked at me.
He is wearing similar armor like the one I have on my pack. He looks a little defeated; he glanced at me and at the staff as well as the helmet.
"We don't accept kids entering here... scram."
"Food." I only answered as I placed 5 credits. He only grumbled and returned with a plate of what looks like scrambled eggs and a sausage-ish. I began to eat quickly as a glass of water was placed on my table. Not even five minutes later I was done eating.
Only for my stomach to grumble, as I felt my stomach grimace and rise up my throat. I ran out the door and puked over the ground on the side of the road is not so bad, after all its dirt. What hurt the most was looking at the breakfast I ate. Walking back after wiping my mouth.
"It didn't settle well my queen? Would you like something more classy?" He bursted out laughing as he mocked me.
"Why did I puke?" I glared at him.
"Your stomach is not used to eating that stuff. Stick to kid meals." He said as he laughed again.
"Also, kid." His tone is now serious. "Where you get that helmet?"
"What's it to you?"
"Coligir Buju is the owner of that helmet."
"Was-"
"What?"
"He was the owner of the helmet, he's dead, same as squidface."
"Squidfa- oooohhh Wheg, he was an asshole, but that's a little racist. So you killed em? Now what?"
"Now, I get off this planet. Where's shipyard F19?"
"I don't remember I think I need money for me to remember."
"TSCH." I glared as I gave him 10 credits.
"Down the road, take a right and another right they're numbered." He said as I feel like I got cheated.
"Just be careful, if you want to leave the planet. The entire galaxy is a mess at the moment, right now separatists and the Republic are at war. So it's everyone man for himself, a boy like you won't last a day."
"Yeah, don't care." I grumble in annoyance as I walk out, my spear strapped to my back and that helmet on my arm. "Can I sell this?" The guy slammed his hands on the bar making it shake along other glasses. I took a step back my hand went straight to my spear.
"Don't ever, say that." He's glaring at me as he placed his own helmet on the counter. "That helmet, that's part of the history of every Mandalorian here. We might not be what we were a thousand years ago. But we still hold traditions. Never sell that, sides, beskar is a rare metal that only we know how to mold." He said as he turned around clearly done with the conversation.
Walking out the tavern I settle for buying that paste that I used to eat and made my way towards the shipyard he gave me directions to, which to my surprise are many humans are here walking around in that armor, along with different symbols on their chests, some in the shoulders, but the ones that were here the most are the ones with a symbol of what looks like a blaster and a T at the middle that looks like a blade of a sword. Walking towards the hangar and getting a little lost I feel different eyes on me, my call to the force is at the ready, here to give me a little help if I need it.
Walking into the ship that has his name under it I hop in, hoping that there is an autopilot feature so that maybe I can get to Courscant, become a Jedi... or a Sith... Sitting down on the cockpit noticing the pilot droid is offline, taking the captain seat. I ponder to myself looking at the helmet in my hands. "What good would I be?" I grumble to myself in English. "Save the galaxy from mass murdering Nazis? Become a ruler bound to dominate the galaxy only for a farmer boy from middle of bumfuck to destroy a planet killer superweapon with bullshit shots? No... Become a Zealot that follows the will of the force and wait for my death at the hands of edgelord kidkiller? Fuck that." Looking at the opening in the hangar that leads to the blue sky of Mandalore and eventually space. It all makes me feel small, and I fucking hate it.
The sound of fighting pulls my attention as I notice how people that were minding their own business are just about to shoot each other. Everyone has blasters at the ready only for after a few seconds later they just stopped and began laughing. "What just happened?"
"That is family." A voice pulled me from my thoughts turning to grab my spear I stopped the moment the blaster is now aimed at my face. The man looks old like thirty something, he has that same symbol on his chest where his heart should be.
"Why are you here? In this ship holding that helmet?"
"Do you care?" I felt the force calling me like a nudge towards the person in front of me.
"I do care, that fucker owes me money, and you don't look like him and that helmet is his. So, where is he?"
"He's resting?"
"Resting?"
"Yeah, as in the resting for eternity kind of way."
"He's dead? Oh I get it. You killed him... oh well, give me the pad so I take what's mine or I'm-" He got interrupted as I pushed him towards the ceiling of the cockpit using the force.
"You don't give me orders, you don't owe me! HE IS DEAD!" I felt the anger in me burn with righteous fury but at the same time it gave me more strength to push forward. Raising my hand the guy stopped struggling as his blaster stopped midair from falling to the ground. "NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO! I am free." I said calming down as I felt a the force complying to my push.
"SHTTOP!" He said as I turned to him and turned around to the hangar to see almost 40 people floating above ground with me holding them there, a small nudge from the force telling me to follow this mans request I stopped. 'I'm trusting you.' I told myself and to the force, which earned me what I felt was a sense of pride in me. But I'm petty and he threatened me so I slammed him to the ground.
Pulling my lightspear towards me it ignited mid-flight and with a force powered kick I punted him out the ship which is a straight line. He groaned as he landed and slowly got up, walking out the ship only to be greeted by a wall of people with their helmets on and blasters aimed at me.
Preparing to push everyone away and begin my escape a bellowing laugh broke the stalemate, my spear humming in strength as crystal sung in excitement. "MAN! YOU KID." He groaned as he sat right up and proceeded to stand up. "Lower your weapons boys, you're putting him on edge. There, now kid, you a jedi or something?"
"No, I'm me and there is no one but me. Except me." I said quoting a space raccoon.
"So you say... kid you're strong and can use that weird magic. Come with me and you won't go hungry, take my hand and you'll have a family. You'll become my son and I'll train you to become a true mandalorian. Or do you want to become a Jedi?" The idea of me, becoming a Jedi feels stupid.
They believe that just because you have the force you should forget everyone in your life because feeling fear can cloud your judgment.
"Ohh... Nah. I'm good."
"You don't want to become a Jedi?"
"No."
"Then comes on." He said smiling, the force gave me a small nudge, then its fine. Grabbing his hand and shaking it he smiled.
"..." Looking at him and those around me. Switching off my lightspear I sigh in annoyance. "I'm in." I powered down.
"GREAT! COME ON BOYS. TIME TO HIT THE BAR! FOR OUR NEW MEMBER OF THE CLAN!" People around me cheered.
"Come boy. Time to go!" I reluctantly followed, we ended up in a bar that has third floor and looks like its really run down, in less that a second I was settled beside him as I got handed a glass of a certain type of milk that is blue.
"Forgive my manners, Names Munk Wras, of the Wras Clan. Greatest beast hunters in the market. I'm the leader and head of the Clan. Everyone follows my commands, what's your name boy?"
"Ah... I'm." Looking at the tablet I remember my designation. "Azam" I nodded to myself. "My name is Azam, no last name."
"Azam... that's a girl's name."
"I am a girl. Also it's not magic, I'm a force user and-"
"Alright then, you're part of the Wras clan now. EVERYONE! RAISE YOUR GLASS!" Everyone obeyed. "Our very own, force user! AZAM WRAS!" He turned to me and pointed at my glass, I picked it up and raised it as well.
"FOR THE GLORY OF THE HUNT!" Munk shouted readying his glass, he nudged at me to repeat what he said.
"For the glory of the hunt."
"FOR THE GLORY OF THE HUNT!" Everyone chanted as they downed their drinks. I followed soon after and downed the milk.
"YEAH!" What followed was something short of messy; I saw a few fights breaking out. Some of the women came to congratulate me, others said I looked cute. By the time the party ended I was asleep with my back against a corner one hand on my stolen blaster and the other on my lightspear.
"Girlie. Time to leave." I opened my eyes as Munk is in front of me and pointed my blaster at him out of fright.
"Whoa, easy there." He said raising both hands in the air, I nodded and huffed. My eyes are heavy, and I'm trying to stand up, but I'm too tired.
"Can't move." I said as I yawned loudly, I swear I can see a smirk.
"Up you go." He carried me in his arms gently, we made our way to the third floor and got placed in a confortable bed I didn't let of my stuff as I just curled up and fell asleep.
Waking up the next day was weird, I immediately went for my stuff. Feeling my spear handle in my hand I relaxed a bit. 'Now where do I go?' My stomach grumbled in hunger noticing that its morning now, I should get something to eat. Everything I own is in my sight. Sighing in relief I relaxed. 'Maybe get something to eat, yeah that sounds nice.'
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