"You terrorists! Monsters! Sooner or later, I'll drag every last one of you out of your rat holes and execute you in the streets!!" The more Pre Vizsla thought about it, the angrier he became, until he cursed out loud.
Those terrorists from the Mandalorian Restoration Army had become Pre Vizsla's greatest concern. And they were no ordinary terrorists—their targets were military installations across Mandalore!
That was nothing like the usual tactics of terrorists who only bullied the weak and feared the strong.
They attacked armories, bombed military factories, sabotaged airfields, and even struck barracks! Every time, their force consisted of twenty Mandalorians, along with one freak in powered armor.
Yet those twenty-one people rendered his troops utterly useless! They could come and go freely through entire armies. With Beskar steel armor covering their bodies, they were almost impossible to threaten without deploying armored units!
Armored units? Where was the impoverished Mandalore supposed to find those?
And without armored units? Rely on the million-man army he had thrown together in a hurry? That rabble whose wages often went unpaid and whose rocket launchers could only be issued down to company level? How could they possibly stop those Super Soldiers?
Even the Death Watch warriors he had personally trained could not do it. Death Watch took pride in their Beskar steel armor and expert combat skills, but the enemy had all of that too, along with immensely powerful physical enhancements!
But that was not even the worst part. The greatest threat was that freak in powered armor. His combat power could only be described as terrifying. Any Death Watch warrior he set his sights on had no chance of survival! Pre Vizsla even believed that this one warrior's combat power rivaled an entire battalion of the Galactic Empire's Clone Army!
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