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Hi. I'm a gamer, star wars fan and... mostly, a bored teenager. I mostly just do grammar edits if possible. I don't know everything about the expanded universe, but I love stories on Mandalorians, and the Old Republic. Really, I'm a avid writer. (I call myself a novelist, after writing to short, non-star wars novels) But really, I want to write a star wars book, and get it licensed. I'm going to paste a section on it on my user page. Please visit!

And I want to add, people who hate Mandalorians but are strangly attracted to the Sith are... messed up. Think of the Mandalorians as... the Huns or Mongols of Star Wars. Yes, they just love to fight, and they'll kill you, burn your homes, and then work for you. But Sith are... always... like Hitler and the Third Reich. They conquer and murder, often out of hatred for species or people, and all in the name of a solid Galaxy! Here's a hint: If you often think the end can justify the means, you are a bad guy. Sorry! (And, I mean, all the story archetypes point out the Sith as evil: black robes, red lightsabers, and their officers are dressed like members of the SS.)

Contents 1 BUT SERIOUSLY 2 FAN FICTION 2.1 Blood Money 2.1.1 Chapter One

[edit] BUT SERIOUSLY

I have edited a few articles, and even wrote some. (But normally a veteran Wookieepedian fixes it up for me.)

[edit] FAN FICTION

A Mandalorian mercenary during the Anti-Sith Insurgency, in 137 ABY

[edit] Blood Money

[edit] Chapter One

Six small, wedge-shaped craft decelerated out of hyperspace into the interplanetary void between the star systems. Each fighter was a sharp arrowhead, black as space around them. The Bes'uulik fighters swerved into formation. The squadron leader checked his scanners: the target was moving up, ready to jump to hyperspace.

The target was a Lictor-class dungeon ship commisioned by the Sith to detain prisoners of war. The ancient vessel wasn't a common sight, but the Sith Empire used a few out-dated models to run along the Outer Rim.

"Oh, man," moaned one Mandalorian pilot. "How come MandalMotors still has those hulls! I mean, using a design the old Mandos used 4000 years ago?"

The squadron leader sighed. His face was unreadable behind his Red and Black helmet. He studied his armor. All Mandalorian iron, with the chest and leg guards painted blood-red, the visor guard painted black, and the shoulders and gauntlets a deep golden hue. His crushgaunt-protected hands reached for the weapon controls.

The Mandalorian's name was Dmitri. Dmitri Fett.

"Well, Kel," sighed Dmitri. "We're all wearing armor based off ancient designs and iron. "You and I still use ancient beskads. And we're flying ships named after the Basilisk war droids we used to conquer the galaxy 4000 years ago."

Kel chuckled as he always did. "Well, if it isn't broke, don't blast it."

The squadron leader returned his focus to the dungeon ship. The long range scanners on his Bes'uliik detected four TIE Predator star fighters escorting the transport. Not nearly enough to take down six Bessies, but if any other craft were waiting in hyperspace, things would get ugly. Only two of the Bes'uliiks were armed with anti-starfighter concussion missiles. The others had been configured with the four standard blaster cannons, and a fair supply of proton bombs in order to take down the Lictor. File:Commander.gif