2243.Mandalorian Civil War (2)
"This won't work, the efficiency is too low!" Mandalorian warrior Resk walked into the maintenance room, put the weapon in his hand on the shelf beside him, shook his head and said angrily.
"Transport ships are constantly flying down from Concordia satellite, dropping Pre-Vizsla's troops into every city in Mandalore." Another true story Mandalorian warriors Ventra said, "Pre-Vizsla, this is the plan to completely exterminate Mandalore!"
Resk's tone was extremely solemn, "That's what he plans to do, kill all those who oppose him, and then just rule the planet. As for the population, there will always be immigrants... and Mand'alor's tradition, he no longer needs it."
"We alone cannot destroy all the armies... Boss, what can you do?" Ventra asked Jango-Fett who was silent on the side.
"We must also build an army to fight against them, but we don't have an army now." Jango-Fett said in a deep voice, "I really didn't expect that Pre-Vizsla would be so crazy... He actually wanted to exterminate the people of the entire planet!"
"Where are Sefrans-Tann?" Ventra asked.
Jango-Fett shook his head very firmly and said, "Duchy of Dawn can be our backup, but the Mandalorian's matter must be solved by the Mandalorian! This is the way! If external forces are allowed to intervene directly, what is the difference between us and Pre-Vizsla? I think we should go to Bo-Katan-Kryze."
"Bo-Katan-Kryze has rejected us many times, and she also made it clear that Duchy of Dawn must not be allowed to interfere with Mandalore's affairs." Resk said, "Before Satine- In the incident where Kryze was controlled and the referendum was launched, Bo-Katan-Kryze always believed that Duchy of Dawn was also one of Joiner, and Duchy of Dawn's special forces did intervene in this matter, which cannot be erased under any circumstances."
"But the situation is different now!" Jango-Fett said, "Pre-Vizsla wants to kill all of us, including Bo-Katan-Kryze. She was willing to give up her position as Grand Duke before, which also showed her intentions. In this war against Pre-Vizsla, she is an ally that must be won!"
He continued, "We True Mandalorian have been extinct on Mandalore for more than 30 years, and people have long forgotten us. Even though we have continued actions and publicity in the past two years, in Pre- Under the pressure of Vizsla, our influence is still insufficient, and it is even more wishful thinking to arm an army. Now on Mandalore, the only people who can possibly mobilize an army are Bo-Katan-Kryze!"
Ventra nodded and said, "That's all we have now. I'll find a way to contact Bo-Katan-Kryze."
Jango-Fett waved his hand, "No, I will go find her personally. Now Bo-Katan-Kryze is hiding, just Even Pre-Vizsla can't find her, but if I go to find her in person, she should be able to see my sincerity and come out to see me...Boba Fett!"
He shouted towards the back.
Only a tall and sturdy young man came out. He was still wearing a majestic Mandalorian armor, and like his father, he was painted in military green.
"Father." Boba Fett-Fett nodded towards his father.
He is 20 years old this year, in his prime, and Jango-Fett also took him to complete the training of Mandalorian warrior. In recent military operations, he also began to take him to the battlefield.
"You come with me." Jango-Fett said, "You represent our future and our hope. I think this should be able to convince Bo-Katan-Kryze."
"Yes! Father." Boba Fett-Fett said seriously.
Jango-Fett said to the stalwart figure on the other side, "John, while I am away, the team is left to you. Let Pre-Vizsla have a taste of our power!"
Over there, the taciturn John-117 was preparing his Crusader-class mechanized exoskeleton. He turned back and said solemnly, "I will continue to attack the enemy's army. However, this does not solve the fundamental problem."
Jango-Fett asked, "What do you think we should do?"
"The people of Mandalore have not really stood up yet. They are still like a group of sheep, and sheep cannot defeat a group of wolves." John-117 said.
"The people of Mandalore are also rising up to resist. Isn't the trigger of this incident the people's demonstrations?" Jango-Fett said.
"It's not enough..." John-117 shook his head, paused, and then added, "I hope so."
Mandalore star sector, a very remote unknown planet.
The environment of this planet is not very good. Because it is a bit close to the star, the average temperature of the planet is relatively high, and except for underground water, there are almost no water bodies on the ground.
However, there are still some settlements on this planet, with hundreds to thousands of people living there. Residents use drilling equipment to drill for underground water and cultivate crops in fully enclosed farms, thus becoming self-sufficient in an isolated environment.
A man carried a jug of water and walked towards the houses on the edge of the settlement. He covered his head and face with a shabby cloak to avoid being sunburned by the strong ultraviolet rays. Under the cloak, the thick Big Beard on his chin was exposed.
However, at this moment, he suddenly heard a scream coming from his house!
"Ah~~~!!"
Big Beard was startled, quickly held the kettle in his arms, rushed over in one stride, ran all the way with a speed comparable to a track and field athlete, and rushed into the house.
Inside this simple adobe house, a middle-aged woman was holding her head and screaming loudly, with a news terminal lying at her feet.
"No! No! Stay away from me! Stay away from me! I don't want to listen! Don't listen!!" The woman was terrified and kept trying to kick the news terminal aside and stay away from herself.
Big Beard put down the kettle, immediately rushed up to hold the woman in his arms, patted her back gently, and said softly, "Don't worry, don't worry... I'm here, I'm here."
The woman was still restless. She pushed Big Beard away, pointed at the news terminal in front of her and said loudly, "Open! Open!! I want to see! I want to see!"
Big Beard frowned, then walked over to pick up the news terminal and opened it. This was a communication terminal specially used to receive news channels. It was very cheap and the effect was average. It just worked.
Only a blurry holographic projection was seen, and the newscaster's voice with current interference came, [... The above is the battle that took place at Mandalore Lorian City, according to the information obtained so far It seems that the rulers of Mandalore, Pre-Vizsla, are determined to completely solve the problem of Mandalore this time... Our station will continue to pay attention. Next, we invited Mr. Roscas, an expert on Mand'alor, to analyze the future of Mandalore for us...]
[Cough... There is no doubt that we can see the determination of Pre-Vizsla. Such a decision is difficult, but it is also correct. Galactic Empire will definitely support such an action...]
"Ah!!!!" the woman screamed again. She kicked the news terminal away and shouted loudly, "Get away from me! Stay away from me! Don't listen! I don't want to listen!"
Big Beard quickly turned off the news terminal, went over to hug the woman, and said, "Go to bed first. How about taking a rest?"
At this moment, the woman's face was filled with tears. She kept shaking her head and said, "No... open it, open it quickly! Mandalore... Mandalore... I want to see, I want to see..."
Big Beard sighed and said, "We have nothing to do with Mandalore... Satine."