[center][h2]Mandalore the Risen[/h2][/center]

“My father...” I turn away, walking towards the window. “He was the one who warned me Zarka would turn on me. He hated the man too. He won’t miss him...”


[center][h2]HJ Twilight [/h2][/center]

“But he wouldn’t have wanted you to have dishonored yourself by killing him like this! Without a fair fight! I thought you knew better.”


[center][h2]Mandalore the Risen[/h2][/center]

“I do know better! But I... I couldn’t fight Zarka. He’s a war veteran and I’m... “ I sigh. “I killed the old Mand’alor by sheer chance. I didn’t even do it fair; I blasted him with my flame thrower! If we fought as equals, he’d have wipes the floor with me!” I slump into my chair. “They all knew it too. They follow me because I hold the title, but I didn’t earn it. And my backstabbing proves that fact even more... but it’s too late now. If I step down, they’ll all know I wasn’t worthy, and I’ll become a joke! ‘Mandalore the Pretender’ will be my legacy.”


[center][h2]HJ Twilight [/h2][/center]

“It’s better than ‘Mandalore the Schemer’ or ‘Mandalore the Kinslayer’.”


[center][h2]Mandalore the Risen[/h2][/center]

I glare up at HJ. “You say that like they’re ever going to find out about this. They all think it was Zarka who betrayed me, and they’re going to remain that way!”