Heart of Mandalore Chapter 3

She had the saber. She could now rule Mandalore the right way. The way that the past leaders of Mandalore ruled, with an iron, left fist, and a pure energy right.

She had prevailed in her quest, but not without the help of Ursa Wren. One of Bo-Katan’s closest friends, and Mandalorian sisters. She would have been dead without her.

¨Thanks Ursa,¨ Said Bo.

¨No problem now let’s get back, there is still a ton of stuff to do.¨

Ursa, Bo-Katan, and the Mandalorians headed back for the throne room in the palace.

With what she had found, she thought she could win over the people’s trust in her. After all, the Darksaber was a symbol of Mandalore. It was created by the first, and the only force sensitive Mandalorian, Tarre Vizsla. It was taken by the Jedi hundreds of years later, and then stolen again by Pre Vizsla, a descendant of Tarre Vizsla. When Pre Vizsla was killed, Maul took it. Then Maul lost it, and now Bo-Katan has it. She hoped to keep it. That was the problem.

Every one of those previous owners, or the people who once had possession of it, was either killed or captured by enemies. When that happened, someone took it, awaiting their turn for it to be taken from them. Bo-Katan did not want anybody to take it, and swore to herself, that she would always be on her guard, not once to let it down as she had done in the sewer.

They arrived at the palace and continued to clean it up. Several experienced builders were working on the more extensive damage, such as ship crashes, and rocket explosions. The palace was getting somewhere. It did not look as it did before she left. It wasn’t just the people, yes, they still appeared to be mad at her for some reason. That would change she thought, but the damage was nearly gone. Bo-Katan could do nothing but thank the civilians. She gave them her trust, even though they might not think it helpful, or that they would ever need it.

When all was done, the palace was nearly completed and restored nearly identical to what it looked like before. Bo-Katan stood in the middle of three steps that lead to the throne, unsheathed her saber, raised it above her head, and ignited it. The people stared at her in awe. It was incredible, roughly 35-100 people were in that room, staring at her, her, the one that they all didn’t trust, some probably hated just mere hours ago. It was amazing how much the Darksaber could do for her, not just for her, but for the people of Mandalore. The people of the capital, and the people in the throne room.

The guards who once questioned her, kneeled down in their places, knowing that they were wrong. The people did the same. Bo-Katan, really thought, that she was a true ruler of Mandalore, more than her sister? In some ways, not others. She accomplished her self goal, winning over the peoples’ trust, and respect as the ruler of Mandalore.