Vode An! - Our Vengeance!
Author's Title : “Vode An! - Our Vengeance!"
Author: Darth En Ghedi
Origin: Portugal
Language: English
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Time had come to take it.
Malachor V was a fierce planet and I was confident victory was ours.
I saw the Jedi fall around me as I fought next to my valiant brothers.
The Mandalorians would be victorious before the Republic’s impotence to make a stand and halt our mighty conquest.
To the glorious blood spilled by my fallen brothers, I honored with my vengeance against the arrogant Jedi who believe wars are won by mystical forces. We believe in the mighty weapon of the mind… But we trust only our vibroswords and blasters to conquer a system… not some delusional Force…
The many days I spent next to Mand'alor were enough to enlighten me of what needed to be done. And when the day came to meet my fate, I would deliver myself to the greater purpose: Our Vengeance!
His words were of strength, might and honor…
I was inspired… and those were the words that echoed in my mind as I rode my Basilisk against the flank of the Jedi line. Their shiny lightsabers were hopeless to repel the firepower of my Mandalorian Ride. Many fell with just one blast.
The battlefield was immense. Filled with energy, rage and noise…
We would be victorious. I was sure. So confident I was that I committed the error of lowering my guard and was hit by a thrown lightsaber.
My Cortosis armor resisted the fierce blow but I was thrown off the Basilisk.
The muddy floor was covered by shrapnel of my ride destructive passage.
I walked fast to get back in it and finish the work I had to do, but before I did I had a glimpse of an event that terrified me.
Mand'alor was at the entrance of the Trayus Academy with two Jedi holding lightsabers.
Even though Mand'alor,was a mighty fighter, even though he was a formidable sword-master, he was outnumbered and one of the Jedi was none other than Revan himself.
I let go of the Basilisk and ignited my backpack’s rockets to fly down the battlefield and help my leader.
But as I flew the shock of what I saw made me halt and drop hopelessly on the muddy floor.
Mand'alor was falling by the blade of Revan’s lightsaber…
I too felt with that blow.
The man I admired was gone. The leader. Te Ani'la Mand'alor.
Suddenly, the whole war felt hollow and vague. We were leaderless.
As I knelt on the floor I heard the humming of several lightsabers surround me.
The treacherous Jedi were there.
Their voices were distant and cold ordering me to stand down and surrender…
Surrender? A Mandalorian does not surrender…
I stood still for a moment… Digesting the sight I just witnessed of Mand'alor falling by the blade of the Jedi.
I felt rage and adrenaline kick in.
I stood up and drew my vibroblades to meet those Jedi surrounding me. I counted 6. Even though they acclaimed honor they knew better than to face a Mandalorian Neo-Crusader without some backup.
But this was coward. I knew I was not going to leave this battlefield.
So I took my share of the fight… And I didn’t give up.
As they stroke me again and again, the Cortosis held much… but not all.
I took two Jedi with my own blade but I was defeated by the strength of numbers…
Even if faint… with my death, my spilled blood I had my vengeance…
Our vengeance… Vode An!
Author: Darth En Ghedi
Origin: Portugal
Language: English
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Time had come to take it.
Malachor V was a fierce planet and I was confident victory was ours.
I saw the Jedi fall around me as I fought next to my valiant brothers.
The Mandalorians would be victorious before the Republic’s impotence to make a stand and halt our mighty conquest.
To the glorious blood spilled by my fallen brothers, I honored with my vengeance against the arrogant Jedi who believe wars are won by mystical forces. We believe in the mighty weapon of the mind… But we trust only our vibroswords and blasters to conquer a system… not some delusional Force…
The many days I spent next to Mand'alor were enough to enlighten me of what needed to be done. And when the day came to meet my fate, I would deliver myself to the greater purpose: Our Vengeance!
His words were of strength, might and honor…
I was inspired… and those were the words that echoed in my mind as I rode my Basilisk against the flank of the Jedi line. Their shiny lightsabers were hopeless to repel the firepower of my Mandalorian Ride. Many fell with just one blast.
The battlefield was immense. Filled with energy, rage and noise…
We would be victorious. I was sure. So confident I was that I committed the error of lowering my guard and was hit by a thrown lightsaber.
My Cortosis armor resisted the fierce blow but I was thrown off the Basilisk.
The muddy floor was covered by shrapnel of my ride destructive passage.
I walked fast to get back in it and finish the work I had to do, but before I did I had a glimpse of an event that terrified me.
Mand'alor was at the entrance of the Trayus Academy with two Jedi holding lightsabers.
Even though Mand'alor,was a mighty fighter, even though he was a formidable sword-master, he was outnumbered and one of the Jedi was none other than Revan himself.
I let go of the Basilisk and ignited my backpack’s rockets to fly down the battlefield and help my leader.
But as I flew the shock of what I saw made me halt and drop hopelessly on the muddy floor.
Mand'alor was falling by the blade of Revan’s lightsaber…
I too felt with that blow.
The man I admired was gone. The leader. Te Ani'la Mand'alor.
Suddenly, the whole war felt hollow and vague. We were leaderless.
As I knelt on the floor I heard the humming of several lightsabers surround me.
The treacherous Jedi were there.
Their voices were distant and cold ordering me to stand down and surrender…
Surrender? A Mandalorian does not surrender…
I stood still for a moment… Digesting the sight I just witnessed of Mand'alor falling by the blade of the Jedi.
I felt rage and adrenaline kick in.
I stood up and drew my vibroblades to meet those Jedi surrounding me. I counted 6. Even though they acclaimed honor they knew better than to face a Mandalorian Neo-Crusader without some backup.
But this was coward. I knew I was not going to leave this battlefield.
So I took my share of the fight… And I didn’t give up.
As they stroke me again and again, the Cortosis held much… but not all.
I took two Jedi with my own blade but I was defeated by the strength of numbers…
Even if faint… with my death, my spilled blood I had my vengeance…
Our vengeance… Vode An!
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