The only claim to fame that Mandalore had that kept her on galactic Nav Charts was the two major companies that existed: MandalMotors and Mandal Hypernautics.

Mandalore's only other claim to fame is it's history. She was the homeworld of the greatest warriors this galaxy had ever seen and ever will see.

And now it was time to bring them back home...

Somewhere on the northern hemisphere of Mandalore lay the fort town Norg Bral a small town nestled in the crook of the mountains guarded by it's rock and earth the town looked over beautiful and fertile fields with a river that ran perpendicular with the town and down the valley.

Down in the Valley was the Clan of Bralor, an old Mandalorian clan that had it's roots as far back as the day the first Mandalore for which the planets name sake originated from. And down in that Valley the Clan of Bralor trained under the watchful eye of their newly decided leader.

Zuthus Bralor had be chosen by Fenn Shysa not some two months ago to be the new reigning leader of all Mandalorians a controversial decision on the behalf of Fenn though Zuthus had participated in many battles along side Fenn during the Resistance days against the Empire fighting with extreme vigor and resolve and with the help of his second in command and twin sister Kalab he had proven to be an effective and charismatic leader. However Zuthus was also a divider he was often one to critise other Mandalorians for falling too deep in the mercenary like ways. Slowly did the young Zuthus realize that this was due to a lack of resources and just the cards that were handed to the Mandalorians but all that was going to change.

Under an old evergreen tree, Zuthus was supervising an unarmed combat exercise of some of the younger members of the clan. In classic example of never wasting a moment to work out stood Zuthus pumping two forty five Lbs dumbbells in each hand as he saw fit lifting them from prone position and raising them over his head rotating his arms while doing so. Zuthus watched as his youngest brother Corthus was have a hard time grasping the idea of attacking without hesitation. His opponent a lad by the name Sevra Reau one of the adoptive to the clan of Bralor due to his marriage with Calduv Bralor and a year older then Corthus was allowing the younger boy to attack given that his attacks were sloppy and over done. The boy often went straight for the kill trying to throw his opponent or drag him to the ground. However Sevra was well trained and leaned towards his former clans martial art system which had a focus on redirecting the attacks of the enemy. Often this system taught patience but was a one trick pony and had very little in the way or direct attack. Something which Corthus was failing at miserably.

As Zuthus changed his exercise into his block routines with the weight of the dumbbells still in his hands. His arms only cover by gauntlets beads of sweat began to form as he started his upper blocks (See and Karate Book or class in Shotokan Karate) He did this in normal stance and switch though the various stances to eventually doing the basic footwork as he watch.

Corthus was no match. He attempted a simple forward jab followed by a leaning left cross aim for Sevra’s head. This was too easy for Sevra’s whose training included deflection in his routine. Sevra stepped in his foot work tight and arms close to his upper torso hands held slightly open. He deflected Corthus’s jab by simply stepping in and blocking with his left forearm by extending it forward with a slight rotation of the arm. This harmlessly deflected the right jab away from Sevra and as he continued his trunk rotation with the left arm still going forward and his right arm pulling back and opening up rotating along the way. Sevra’s right arm deflected Corthus’s left in a similar fashion only this time his arm followed the powerful punch and grabbed the off balance Corthus’s wrist and then took his left arm and grabbed the right shoulder and pulled him forward and down which caused Corthus to tumble over onto his back. Sevra quickly got up and got back into ready position. Granted this move was indeed good and throwing an amatuer fighter down to the ground and allowing you to take care of another opponent it still left Corthus alive and intact. Something which was not in following of True Mandalorian combat. You made sure that if you were unarmed that your opponent never got up.

Zuthus got through his worked out on the upper blocks and he moved to the inside outside block with footwork when Corthus failed in his attack. Zuthus drop his weights with a grunt and though average in height Zuthus commanded a lot of attention from his fellow clans people. He went up to Corthus and picked him up from the ground with one arm and shouted: “What are you doing, soldier?!” Straight into Corthus face.

Corthus befuddled by his brother’s outburst of what seemed to be anger was taken aback. He try to step back but Zuthus grabbed him closer his face expression solid waiting for a response from his question.

“I, uh, I was trying to hit him…”

“Trying? Corthus don’t try to hit him. Just hit him!!”

“I am…” Corthus began to protest.

“No you have not. I’ve been waiting for you to hit that Sithspit all afternoon and he always counters you. You throw one or two punches hoping it would land and you set yourself up for failure every time. You don’t want to get in there…”

“That is because no one throws me down!” Corthus finally snapped.

Zuthus squeezed his shoulder to silence him. Zuthus spoke with a firm voice. “That’s the aggression you should have. But what you really lack is in the control. Corthus you need to not fear death. You are a Mandalorian. Death that does not occur in battle is the only thing you should fear. Do not be afraid to lose, to be beaten. And rejoice in the fact that you are allowed to live in this fight. Your fear holds you back. You do not want to engage because you are afraid. You do not want to fight because you want to win. But to win you must never fear defeat.”

Zuthus pointed to Sevra. “Looked at how his eyes show no fear. He is detached. He meets your chaos with his order. He is not aggressive but passive and methodical. He goes into the eye of you storm where it is the calmest and directs your power in his direction. Once you lose the fear of being beaten the fear of dying Corthus you will be able to do what is needed to defeat him. For once you no longer fear death then you are a free man liberated from all that prevents you from making things possible.”

“But what if I fail?”

“Then you die. And you must come to terms with that. Because each time you fight you can either die the same way that you have lived and that is for no purpose. Or you can die achieving something great. And then perhaps the Gods will let you live… Come I will show you how it is done.”

“You Sevra, show me what you can do.” Zuthus said.

Sevra got back into his fight stance with eyes focused intently at Zuthus’s torso. He was calm only ready to react. Zuthus did the exact same one two combination. He let Sevra do the exact same thing he did to Corthus. Only this time Zuthus went into his throw following him into his tug which put Sevra off balance. Zuthus twisted his left arm free from his opponents grip and then grabbing his collar. He danced into a front position and lifted his right knee high placing his toes on Sevra’s hip and pulling him down as he fell. As he fell he pushed his leg up which sent Sevra flying fliping through the air and then falling flat on his back hard. Zuthus quickly rushed up as Sevra rolled over and jumped on his back squeezing his thighs over Sevra’s waist and then wrapping his strong biceps around Sevra’s neck into a choke hold. He then jerk his arm as if to break Sevra’s neck but stop short of doing so.

“The one mistake you make Sev,” Zuthus whispered into his ear. “Is that you never finish you enemies off.”
Zuthus let go and Sevra gasped for air and a new sense of the Bralor clans’ insanity. Most Mandalorians knew how to kill with blasters and blades. But none seem to know how to kill with their bare hands so efficiently as the Bralor’s did. Especially Zuthus who breathed life in close quarters combat.

“Lesson is over for today. Remember this day’s lesson: There is one warrior, one mind, yet many weapons. Don’t you forget those that you used and those that were used upon and think upon how you can defeat that. Now go run for 5 klicks and then for those of you brave enough you may go swim in the river.”

As Zuthus turned for the village he was suddenly and violently ambushed by his two daughters.

“Buir!” they both shouted simultaneously.

“Ah! Ner Ad’ike. But what are you doing here?” He looked up searching for their mother and his love.

“They couldn’t wait for you after you speech, my darling.” she said just up the hill his two sons stood by her.

Zuthus gave his two daughters kisses. “So my Ad’ike have you been giving your mother a hard time.”

“Buir was teaching us how to cut an Achilles tendon if we got stolen.” piped Kesshi, his eldest daughter.

“Buir told us about summer party, and how we will watch the boys fight and the girls will dance and many happy people will be made together.” added the youngest daughter Inari.

“That summer party you speak of Inari is the Festival of Mando’ad those very few we celebrate our lives and our history my child. Many people will get married. And maybe one day you will get married my little Adi’ka.” He poked her nose gentle and gave his children an affectionate hug. Of course his sons were not there for they would be hard at training. Zuthus was going hard on his kids and siblings adding in a part of what he was taught and a part of what he learned. For Zuthus wasn’t a revolutionary in thinking at least in his clan. But he was the first Mandalore from his clan in ages and was the first to believe that his clan traditions should set the standard.

Zuthus let his daughters go and walked over to his wife. She smiled at him as he walked confidently over to her with a brat like grin.

“Oh no you don'…” She giggled then as Zuthus tossed up in to her arms and proceeded to passionately kiss her. Her eyes fluttering from the kiss he looked up at his face. “You should shave that beard of yours it’s aweful.”

“And what, be you little boy, I thought we already had two.” he quipped in playful response to which he playfully slapped him.

“If your not careful I’ll give you another one.” she responded. Zuthus couldn’t help but kiss her.

“They’re staring.” Isko pointed to their daughters who were giggling up the hill behind a rock.

“Well then it’s time to show them how a man and a woman make love!!” he shouted and proceeded to reach for Isko’s under garmets and take them off.

“Eeei! Stop,” Isko giggled. “Put me down!” Zuthus did so obediently.

“Yes m’lady, ow!” She suckered punched him in the arm. “What are you benching!?”

“215 pounds,” Isko said flatly. “Serves you right you brute.” she grinned like a playful child at him.

“Brother!” came a yell up ahead towards Norg Bral. It was Zuthus’s elder twin sister Kalab in full armor and carrying her weapon of choice a long range blaster. “They are waiting for your message .”

“Does she always have to guard us?” Isko asked.

Zuthus ignored that chide comment and went up the hill. “What news do you have about the other clans?”

“They are wary of what you plan to do but as usual most will follow.”

“Who opposes?”

“Well Skirata seems to oppose on the bases of principle and the Ijaat clan specifically Klif opposes the restriction you will place on the mercenaries. As do many others.”

"To be expected, no matter."

So stood Bralor in front of the holo pad with nerves a little frayed but posed in full armor.

“This is a message to the galaxy for all Mandalorians to hear. I am Zuthus Bralor reigning Mandalore a title bestowed upon me by Fenn Shysa himself. And in his trust in me he saw fit that I would what I willed with Mandalore.

“As First decree I ask that all the children of Mandalore return home to begin anew. For too long the god Arasuum has plagued the people of Mandalore into a slow and steady decay. We choose collectively as a people to allow wastefulness and laziness to plague us. Losing sight of what truly made us powerful and glorious. We cast ourselves into a hell of self ordained ignorance. Even as we defeated the Empire who ravaged our world and made slaves of us all we cast our old chains for new ones as slaves of the credit. We now see ourselves as individuals. A people whose whole purpose in life is to become the best hunter. But we are nothing more then dogs who claw for the left over bones of our masters food. For too long have we allowed ourselves to indulge killing of low lives and misfits who do nothing to challenge us as a rat challenges feral feline.”

“My brothers it is time for Mandalorians to rise again. It is time for us to defeat the God Arasuum who has plagues use and restore Kad Ha’rangir into our lives to conquer once again. It is time to take back the Glory of Mandalore and usher in a new age of freedom of our people. We will become the warriors out of the shadows and we will no longer fear death. It is time for all true Mandalorians to come and rejoice in the glory.”

“For we are Mandalore!!”