I do not know where to put this so here it is. If there is a place, then please tell me. I hope it can help everyone. Karohalva 21:34, 20 February 2007 (UTC)
CANDEROUS So deal with it. Why are you asking me about it?
What? You think I don't have something better to do?
Yeah? What do you want?
Your choice. I'm here if you want something done right.
This thing with Jagi... I... I don't know. Give me some time and I'll be able to sort this out on my own.
Is there something else you wanted?
I'm not happy with the way my life has turned. I'm not the Mandalore I once was. I don't even think I'm the merc I was when I joined you.
I think... I think I need something more than killing and fighting in my life. I need a purpose or something like that.
Killing is never enough. Anybody can kill just by pushing a button. A warrior fights his battles himself - as you have done - and tries to defeat all comers.
The way the Mandalorians - we - fought... it holds no appeal for me. To rape and ravage worlds for the thrill of battle... It gets old. Very old.
Honor in battle. Cheating death. Comrades in arms. The code of the Mandalore.
I think I'm something different now. Maybe more, maybe less. I don't think there is really any place left in the galaxy for the Mandalorian clans like they were. I don't know if I can go on forever fighting as I have. Even warriors get insightful in their old age...
No... The time of the clans is past. I don't think the galaxy wants them anymore. Maybe in the future, but not now.
Once my time with you is done, once you have moved on to greater things, I'll find my own way once again.
Maybe the Mandalorian clans will be reborn again. Maybe even under the Republic... or the Sith.
But dreaming about the future is stupid right now. We should get down to our business and finish it. If we survive all this... maybe we could talk about it then.
Working for Davik was like driving a spike through the side of your head... Sure you get something new in there, but in the end, you've lost something as well.
Beating up people who wouldn't - or couldn't - pay, strong-arming his competitors, killing who he said. It was busy work, nothing decent.
I've killed many people. I can't say I'm proud of it, but I have. Criminals, competitors, businessmen, police... women, children...
Jedi were a better challenge, but they hardly ever poked around in the Under City.... Until you came along...
But I never wanted to challenge you. Never felt the need. Maybe I knew I couldn't win... just like all those years ago.
Maybe you would have. But you're not who you were back then, I can tell. You've changed... and maybe I have too.
I remember a time when I could do anything I wanted... Kill, maim, murder... It was all the same to me.
But now... now that I'm older, I can look back and regret...
Ha! Good one. That's like a warrior should. Like what you see in a Mandalorian.
In a Mandalorian... I'm not even sure what that is anymore. The Mandalorian are gone, defeated by the Republic and swept away by time.
I look back and regret all the chances I had as a warrior, and then all the chances I've had since then. I shouldn't be getting like this, not when so many other things are happening... but...
It feels like... like something has changed inside and I don't know what it is. Bah! This is unbecoming of a warrior! Let's get on with everything before I start getting sentimental or something.
Yeah, probably. Heh. You'd likely have beaten me again.
Assassin. Mercenary. Those are names people give guys like me who do the killing to make us seem better or worse in their eyes.
The war we had with the Republic was supposed to be the most glorious battle of our history, but... it was a very costly one. I guess we didn't think of how much we could lose in it.
Yeah... yeah you did. You were a great warrior Revan. A great general.
There weren't many of us left after that last battle. Mandalore himself was killed at the hands of the Jedi Revan. The best of us could not defeat him!
After that last battle, those of us that survived were stripped of our weapons, our armor, and our Basilisks.
The Republic's forces destroyed them while we were forced to watch. Those who hadn't fled earlier were left with nothing to call their own: no weapons, no armor... only the honor of having fought in the battle we just lost.
Revan's forces destroyed them while we were forced to watch. Those who hadn't fled earlier were left with nothing to call their own: no weapons, no armor... only the honor of having fought in the battle we just lost.
For many this was not enough. While the rest of us were sent into exile on the Outer Rim, they tried to relive the old days - raiding worlds. They're nothing more than bandits now.
Yeah. I found work on Taris.
Yeah, I came to Taris.
Enforcing for Davik was not... stimulating. The gangs on Taris and Davik's rivals were trash. They give no thrill in battle, no honor or glory in defeating them. It was like stepping on bugs.
I sought worthy challenges, but the best that Taris could offer were nothing to me.
But I think now - with you - I may finally find opponents worth fighting.
Maybe it'll happen, maybe it won't. Either way, I think that by following you I can get something out of it.
Maybe later I'll tell you more about what it was like to work for Davik. For now, though, we should get on with our lives.
We fought against the Republic forces for some time, over the course of many battles.
At the start, they were not much of a threat to speak of, but once the Jedi Revan had taken charge, things began to turn against us.
The Republic fleets began to use more than just basic tactics. Feints, counterattacks, mass deceptions. Revan was a genius on the field.
We've... we've already been over this. It was a moment of weakness, a stumble brought on by unbridled passions. But my emotions are firmly in check once more.
We need to stay focused on stopping Darth Malak. And I want the others to stay focused as well. I don't want them to get suspicious and start gossiping about our little encounter!
Revan abandoned worlds of their defenders so that others would be too fortified to strike, and was willing to make sacrifices in order to advance goals.
And in the end, Revan proved too much for us.
The Sith had gone - retreated into their empire. They sealed themselves off from the rest of the galaxy. We thought it would be centuries before they'd come back.
It's amazing that they could rebuild their fleet so fast. But at the time, it looked like the galaxy was in our grasp!
There was no one else. The entire Republic had committed its forces behind Revan. The Sith had retreated back to their empire and there were none else strong enough to challenge us.
It looked like the entire galaxy was within our grasp!
I still remember that final battle in the skies above Malachor V. The two fleets filling the space around it, outshining the stars...
It was not your ships or your men or your vaunted 'fight for freedom' that won this, the final battle of the war.
It was by the actions of one person - you - that the Republic prevailed.
Your strategies and tactics defeated the best we could send against you. Even Mandalore himself was taken aback by the ferocity of your attacks, the tenacity of your defenses and the subtleties of your plans.
You fought us to a standstill and then began pushing back. We didn't really have a chance.
It was by the actions of one person, the Jedi Revan, that you prevailed.
So, until our mission is over we need to act with discretion. We shouldn't speak of this anymore... not until Malak is defeated!
I'm... afraid so. Although I suppose I should thank you for all you've done. For the lessons you helped me learn.
Revan's strategies and tactics defeated the best of us. Even Mandalore himself was taken aback by the ferocity, the tenacity and the subtlety of Revan's plans.
Revan fought us to a standstill and then began pushing back. We didn't really have a chance.
Ha! Don't be naive. The Republic is not invincible. This battle was the end of the war, one way or another.
It was what we had wanted all along, in a way. We wanted to fight the best in a battle that would be remembered for centuries. And we did.
And you won.
I hold no grudge against you, nor do any of my people. It was the greatest of honors to fight against you, even in defeat. It is even more of an honor to fight beside you now.
Had you been born of the Mandalorian clans, surely nothing in this galaxy would have been able to stop us.
And Revan won.
REVAN I wish it could be otherwise, but you have to understand that this is the way it must be. I am a Jedi, after all.
I hope you can put this behind you. You need to focus on stopping Malak, as difficult as that may be. Come, we should continue our mission.
CANDEROUS I don't hold a grudge against Revan, and neither do any of my people. It was the greatest moment of my life to be in that battle.
If Revan had been a Mandalorian, nothing in the galaxy would have stopped us.
But wishing for the past to be different is useless. Better to look to the future. As we should now. We'll talk more later, I think.
Yeah, we lost. But there is no shame in it. We lost to the greatest single warrior the Republic has ever known.
But it was close! So close!
At the start, they were not much of a threat to speak of, but once you had taken charge, things began to turn against us.
The Republic fleets began to use more than just basic tactics. Feints, counterattacks, mass deceptions. You were a genius on the field. You are held in very high regard among my people.
You abandoned worlds of their defenders so that others would be too fortified to strike. You made sacrifices in order to advance your goals. Such strategies had never been enough to best us before.
In the end, you proved too much for us.
There was no one else. The entire Republic had committed its forces behind you. The Sith had retreated back to their empire and there were none else strong enough to challenge us.
Hm... I think I'll tell you a bit about the recent war we had with the Republic. That might be more familiar to you.
The one where the Jedi Revan beat my people.
We started by conquering worlds just outside the Republic. We did it quietly so the Republic wouldn't really know what was going on until too late.
When we finally did hit the Republic worlds, they had no idea we were coming.
We came in through three invasion corridors in adjacent sectors. Anyone who put up a fight - or wouldn't fight - was crushed. We razed whole worlds trying to provoke the Republic into fighting us.
I don't particularly enjoy wiping out worlds for its own sake, but the cowardly tactics the Republic defenders used left us little choice.
They had the choice not to fight. We meet the enemy wherever they are hiding and we wipe them out. A few cities is a small price to pay for a world.
Hiding in the homes of civilians. Using families as shields. Thinking we would not use appropriate force on their bases inside major cities.
They underestimated our resolve and what measures are acceptable in war. Those who cannot defend themselves should not be around those who can in battle.
If annihilating a city is the kind of power it takes to overwhelm a Republic shield device, then that's what we did. Necessary force to destroy all opposition.
It's wrong to hide with shields surrounding you hoping the enemy will be so good as to throw themselves at your feet to be slaughtered!
I have no time or patience for cowards! They deserve to be hunted down and exterminated like vermin!
There was no honor in wiping them out like rats. But some of your forces did redeem the Republic in our eyes... especially later...
Later... when Revan had joined the war. But we'll get back to that, we've wasted too much time already.
Later... when you had joined the war. We'll get back to that, we've wasted too much time already.
The one where you beat my people.
I don't have as many strange stories like the last one I told you, but I do have a couple about me and the stuff I've done.
In one battle above the world of Althir, my unit managed to defeat a force of Althiri ten times our own size. That battle gained me command of an entire sub-sect of my clan.
Ha! I was the best! Except for Mandalore of course. He was the only person alive except Revan who could have beat me.
For five days they had managed to hold off our forces, keeping us to the outer rings of their world, preventing us from attacking it directly.
My task was to assault one of their flanks with a false attack. The Althiri would be drawn out by the units I had sent in.
Once they had surrounded those units, the bulk of my forces would attack from the rear and defeat them in detail.
They weren't stupid. Stupid races don't make starships and weapons of mass destruction. But they weren't masters of the arts of war as Mandalorians are.
Things did not go as I had planned. I saw an opening - a mistake they had made in the disposition of their forces - and took it!
While fending off our main force, they had let their fleet split in two! The center of their entire fleet was left exposed!
I turned my forces and assaulted the center of their fleet, decimating them!
This is a chance given to a warrior once or twice in a lifetime. The chance to change the course of history in a single act.
Their slow, ponderous ship could not turn to face us without being overwhelmed. Their command vessels were destroyed in seconds. Their ranks were thrown into chaos.
It was most amusing to watch the surviving ships scatter and flee. Several even tried to dive through the plane of the rings to escape us!
They were shredded by the rings, or crashed into rocks, or were destroyed by our forces as we pursued them.
Warriors do not flee from a battle if they are losing. They fight to the end! As we did against your Jedi Revan.
Another time maybe I'll tell you about how the war with the Republic went. For now let's just get on with things.
Warriors do not flee from a battle if they are losing. They fight to the end! As we did against you.
You want another story, eh? You want to hear about some other world getting wasted? Heh, I knew you were the type.
Your stagnant Republic has never seen some of the strange creatures and races we fought on the Outer Rim in those years. Heh, and you never will now.
If a world isn't strong enough to defend itself, it's basically forfeit. But this story is about something a little different.
We were going through the asteroid fields of the Crispin system at the very edge of the galaxy, playing with the pirates and smugglers we found there.
The main belt in the Crispin system consists of mainly small rocks covered in frozen methane gas shells and the pirates were using them for cover.
Ha! I remember using a thermal generator to cause the outer layer of one of the asteroids to vaporize in a picosecond. It blew out and shredded the three smugglers using it for cover!
But... that was a mistake...
The asteroid I had targeted was smaller than most, maybe a dozen meters on a side. On the outside it looked the same as any other: just a ball covered in frozen gas.
But something must have been inside it... something inactive in the cold. The heat of my blast might have triggered something or woken something up.
After I had hit, spots of light and heat appeared all over the thin shell still covering it, evaporating the gases.
What lay underneath looked like some sort of rocky growth... a deformed rock pitted by scores of micrometeorite scars. I think something even older might have been inside that.
It started rotating - faster and faster as we watched it. After a second it started spraying fire - thermal projectiles that melted our armor like wax. We were caught completely by surprise.
Before we could counter-attack, it fled at an incredible speed.
We couldn't catch it, but we could follow its hyperspace wake.
We followed its trail as far as we could, heading away from the galactic core. When it finally led beyond the edge of our galaxy, we abandoned our efforts.
Anything that wants to commit suicide in that great void is not worth our trouble trying to catch.
That's the only story I have for now. I'll tell you some more stuff later, if we get the chance.
Maybe... but maybe not.
I was one of the best youth warriors in clan Ordo in my time. No one before me had mastered the power of our Basilisk war droids as quickly as I had. Except Mandalore himself of course.
In those days we were sweeping across the Outer Rim. Destroying all who fought us.
Young Mandalores would prove themselves in real combat with unknown opponents above a thousand worlds. Each brought back the story of his achievements.
We were still recovering from the war we fought with the Sith. We were not yet strong enough to fight the Republic again. We needed to train another generation to do that.
Ha! We would travel from world to world, and descend on it in our Basilisk war droids. I still remember my first combat...
I remember it well, orbiting high above a placid world, its defenses just stirring. As was tradition, I would go ahead of the first wave to find enemies in the thickest fighting.
I remember sitting there in my armor, linked directly with the Basilisk thrumming beneath me. My heart racing with fear at the coming battle.
Every new warrior has to fear to understand how to beat it. You must know that.
The doors opened in front me and the air was sucked out of the drop bay, scattering crystals of frozen vapor across my path.
I can't describe what it feels like to look directly down at a world, falling continuously as you circle it, with barely fifteen centimeters of armor plate protecting you.
When the magnetic locks disengaged on my droid I plunged out of the drop bay towards the battle that waited below.
I don't remember. It doesn't matter anyway, that world's dead now.
The exhilaration, the euphoria, I felt as I streaked into the atmosphere, dodging self-guided projectile and beam weapons, was unmatched.
A 80 kilometer plunge through the atmosphere, dodging and weaving, the outside of my armor glowing like the sun with the heat of re-entry.
And with barely thirty meters to spare, I twisted and skimmed the surface, firing at the giant beam generators that were in my path.
The explosion from that sent shockwaves that levelled the entire complex around it. It was the moment of my life.
I'll never forget those times. But... things are different now. We can't go on fighting the way we had. There are too few of us left now.
But I don't really want to talk about this anymore. I trust I've satisfied your curiosity for now?
Is there something else you want to know?
You want to hear tales of my exploits? Of the wars I've seen and fought, the enemies I've seen die by my hand? Heh, sure, I'll humor you.
My name's Canderous of the Mandalorian clan Ordo. I've been fighting across the galaxy for 40 of your years.
For my people it's the honor and glory of battle that rules us. It's through combat that we prove our worth, gain renown and make our fortunes.
Win or lose, as long as the fight is worthy, then honor is gained. The glory at having triumphed over impossible odds is what drives us.
If there's nothing at stake - your possessions, your life, your world - then the battle's meaningless.
We Mandalore take everything we are and throw it into battle. It's the true test of yourself - the battle against death... against oblivion.
The days of combat and glory and cheating death at every turn seem to be over now... I take what I can.
All life dies eventually. A true warrior is one who can beat it down whenever it raises its head. But...
The Sith came to us with an offer: to fight a worthy enemy in a battle that would be remembered forever.
Times have changed now. The Mandalore clans have been scattered across the Outer Rim, the Republic is in decline and the Sith Empire rises to take its place.
The clans as they were aren't a threat, but the galaxy still fears us. Ha! People think we war out of spite, or bloodlust. They don't understand, and fear that.
We only wanted the challenge of the battle, and glory from it - win or lose. And we lost.
But now I have no real challenges. Crushing Davik's enemies and the pathetic gangs in the Lower City of Taris could not be considered the most glorious of tasks.
When I think of the battles I've fought... the thousands I've killed... the worlds I've burned... I weep for my past.
We'll never speak of this again. We've got work to do, so let's get to it.
Heh, don't worry I think you've got enough there as it is. You don't want to go overloading youself on stims, otherwise you might destroy your adrenal system.
A real warrior knows his own limits and doesn't overestimate himself.
Ha! Stimulants make a warrior out of even the weakest human!
Here's a stamina boosting stimulant to help you get tougher.
Here's a strength boosting stimulant to help you get stronger.
Here's a speed boosting stimulant to help you get quicker.
There anything else you need?
This world is... odd. It looks like a battlefield, but the environment here is lush and green. Whatever happened here was a long time ago.
I have seen many strange worlds in my time, but this world is stranger still.
I don't like this place. Something happened... or is happening here and I don't like it. We should get out of here as soon as possible.
Korriban is a Sith world, that's for sure. I mean, just look at this place.
When we were fighting with the Republic with the Sith, this was one of the major staging points for the invasion.
We were never allowed to land our troops on the world though, so we never knew what the Sith really do here.
Rumor has it that the leader of our clans at the time, Mandalore, did go down. They say the Sith perform terrible magics here.
Tatooine is one big desert with rocks sticking out. I heard that some of my people came here after the war, but I don't know what happened to them.
The world of my clan - Ordo - was much like this. Dust basins and rock crags. But my world at least has some green around the equator - this place is just sand all over.
There are some vicious people on this world, but the desert is the real enemy. Trips out in the desert - especially the deep desert - should be taken very carefully.
Well... It has big trees - in case your eyes don't work anymore. But I do know that there is one exceptional race on this world: the Wookiees.
The Wookiees, although primitive compared to us, are surprisingly capable warriors. They're pretty strong and pick up combat techniques pretty quick.
I think they're more than a match for the average Republic or Sith trooper. When we were looking for targets, we considered this world carefully.
We were wondering if we'd have to use larger weapons than our war droids if we wanted to clear the damn forests so we could fight in the open.
Too many trees means they can go into hiding too easy. And what's a continent or two turned to glass if we get the whole world after.
Water worlds never had much of an appeal for us to conquer. They may put up a good fight in their own environment - no match for us, of course - but they don't really have anything of value either.
The thing this world is good for is a substance known as Kolto. Kolto is the single best healing substance in the galaxy.
But the Mandalore are not as weak and fragile as your Republic and Sith warriors. When we enter battle, we carry weapons powerful enough to pulverize cities.
Both in our wars, and in our own personal combats, there are no survivors. So Kolto does not hold the appeal it does for your peoples.
From what we saw from space this world doesn't have a lot of people. I couldn't really have found much work here anyway, so I never had an interest.
It looks like a farm world. The Republic has thousands of these places - ones that get by farming crops and hunting herds of native beasts.
But I might have underestimated this place. It seems to be more than I had thought.
- grunt* Yeah, I know about Taris. I wasted the last two years in this rat-hole working for Davik.
I suppose an accurate way to describe this place would be 'cesspool' or 'dump'.
You got the rich people on top, the poor people being crushed underneath, and people like me trying to make a living doing the crushing.
It's not exactly what you'd call spiritually fulfilling work, but it gets the bills paid. And on Taris, money can go a long way to making things easier.
You have anything else you want to ask?
I... I think this has affected me in ways that I didn't anticipate... I think I'll need time to sort things out.
Thanks for what you did, whatever your intentions might have been. I just need... time.
I've been given a challenge I can't ignore. We've got to go to the dune seas of Tatooine so I can find Jagi and kill him for his insult to me!
The sooner we get to Tatooine the better.
This is between me and Jagi. You don't have to get involved. If you're lucky, he might spill something before I spread him in a paste over the dunes.
This looks like the end of our partnership. The battle we fight here will change the face of the galaxy.
You, Revan, are the single greatest warrior of this age, and any battle we fight will bring me honor. I'll stay by your side through anything.
I don't think I'm ready to give up this life of mine, this life of fighting, not quite yet. We have things we need to do here.
I'm your man until the end, whatever path you take.
I don't think we can delay much here. We should fight our way out as quickly as possible.
REVAN Nothing more for now.
What are your thoughts now?
What are your thoughts now?
That doesn't sound much like a Mandalorian...
Isn't killing enough?
What will you do?
What are you going to do?
You aren't a Mandalorian now?
Tell me about when you worked for Davik.
Now that's the way things should be done!
Killed his competitors?
You know I'd have beaten you again!
I regret to tell you that I never regret anything.
Regret in a Mandalorian is unbecoming.
A wise decision.
You were an assassin?
Tell me more about the Mandalorian Wars.
But I kicked your tails so badly?
There must not have been many of you left.
You found work as a mercenary?
And you eventually came to Taris.
Opponents who could easily kill us.
You are a worthy companion.
I am honored.How much did you lose?
But what about the Sith?
If Revan had not stopped you, someone else would have.
What happened in the battle?
The Republic will always prevail.
Why didn't you retreat?
But you eventually lost.
You couldn't have won against the whole galaxy.
If I had not stopped you, someone else would have.
I was wondering if you had any more war stories.
You had the choice not to destroy them.
No honor in defending themselves?
What do you mean?
Now that's my kind of warfare.
You could have found another way.
But killing people is wrong!
You mean when we kicked your tails.
How did they redeem themselves?
Yeah, yeah, you were a great warrior.
I think I know where this is going.
Tell me the story.
These Althiri don't seem too bright.
Let me guess... you won?
Ah. Did it work?
What did they do?
You disobeyed your orders?
You were a great warrior Canderous.
Where did you fight this time?
What do you mean?
You Mandalorians never were too smart.
Did it backfire?
Why? What happened?
What happened next?
I would have harnessed that power sooner.
What was your story?
What happened next?
Ha! Some Mandalorian you were!
Who were you fighting anyway?
Those droids sure are something.
You dropped from orbit riding a droid?!
I want a Basilisk war droid!
That was some fight.
I didn't think Mandalorians got afraid.
I was wondering if you had any interesting stories.
The Mandalorians destroy worlds for honor?
Then what are you doing now?
You seek death?
Is that why the Mandalorians attacked the Republic?
Is that why you work as a mercenary?
Can you give me some adrenal stimulants?
Do you know anything about this world?
We should get going then.
Can we talk about this?
What happened out there? Why is Jagi so mad at you?