2259, A Sudden Turn for the Worse
"Whoever kills Pre Vizsla will become a hero." Shen-Jon stared at the holographic projection before him and murmured.
The projection showed the chaos engulfing Sundari City. Countless civilians fled in every direction; people were trampled, fell, or were caught in accidental attacks—there were too many to count.
"The Mandalorians experienced hope, then despair, and now they've fallen into chaos... They have only one belief left now—follow the strong." Shen-Jon raised a hand and slowly clenched his five fingers into a fist. "Whoever can lead Mandalore to strength will become the leader of the Mandalorians. Now... it's time to place that person before them. Then Mandalore... will fall under my control."
That was right... the Mandalorians' faith had already been destroyed.
The Galactic Republic had planted this seed. Through the sinful slaughter of the Mandalorian Excision, they had buried an unforgettable hatred deep within every Mandalorian's heart.
Afterward, the Kryze family ruled Mandalore for centuries. Led by Duchess Satine Kryze, they pursued a policy of demilitarization. Although they temporarily suppressed that hatred, they never resolved the fundamental conflict. Under her rule, Mandalore had knelt and begged to survive. That was an indisputable fact.
Thus, when Satine Kryze was controlled and launched the referendum to withdraw from the Galactic Republic—the referendum that ignited the flames of chaos across the Mandalore star sector—the seed of hatred began to sprout.
Because from that moment onward, Satine Kryze had proven that her path did not work.
Still, the centuries of effort by Satine Kryze and the Kryze family had indeed brought Mandalore peace and development. Her prestige remained unmatched by anyone else. Moreover, over those centuries, the Mandalorians' fighting spirit had truly been worn away.
Under such circumstances, attempting to directly rule Mandalore would bring nothing but a