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The next day, Spall and his closest allies came to an agreement with Guild Agent Griff Calgar, who grinned with pride, feeling accomplished at having been able to bring the Protector into the Guild. The higher-ups of the Bounty Hunter Guild would be very grateful for this man's efforts at Concord Dawn.

During the negotiations, Paz Vizsla stood by and watched as Calgar and Spall finalized the agreement. He was not alone, though.

“Tell me.” Finn stood over him, still in his armor but with his helmet off. “Why did you come to us? Why not your clan? Aren’t you a Mandalorian?

"Proud Mandalorian," Paz said.

"Then why aren't you with your people? Why not Death Watch?

“They will only lead us to death and destruction.” Paz said, his tone showing how much he believed those words. “We had a chance with Jaster Merel. It was my clan that squandered and killed that chance, and resorted to deceit and lies to achieve victory. You could not find a more insulting way to kill a Mandalorian than through those underhanded means.”

Finn stared at this fellow Mando, who seemed to swell with every word he spoke.

“I mean to restore my clan to its former glory,” Paz said. “Back to our days as a clan, when nothing else could stop the darkness. I will do it, here and now.”

Finn thought about Paz's words in his mind and nodded slightly. "Well...if you want to find a place of your own, then you're welcome here.

Paz turned to Finn in surprise.

"You have done us a great favor, and will help the Protectors in both the long and short term." Finn said evenly. "Although they have come to us many times, you personally chose to come here for this reason. It is an honorable decision, and I admire it.

He held out his hand. "Though we have only just met, it is good to know that there are Mandalorians in the galaxy who believe in our ways."

Paz straightened his shoulders, grabbed Finn's hand, shook it, and then left the camp and the planet completely.

Sometime after Greef Kalgar and his team left, Spall and the other Protectors were preparing for other jobs and missions when they noticed something coming over their long-range scanners. They didn't recognize anyone, and that made them wary. When some of them came outside the main compound, they saw it was a Separatist ship.

"Is it the Trade Federation or the Techno Union this time?" Dax asked, squinting at the oncoming ship.

Spall's eyes narrowed. "No. It's worse than that.

He immediately headed towards the entrance of the camp, where the ship was hovering, motioning for the Mandalorians to be ready for anything.

The ship descended, forming a ramp, and the door slid open. As smoke released into the air, several figures dropped down and walked toward the Mandalorian. A male Weequay, a female Mirialan, a Dathomir woman, and—

"Count Dooku."

The leader of the Separatist Alliance regarded the Mandalorian leader with a calculating look.

"You're not Jango Fett, are you?" Dooku asked knowingly.

"Of course not," Sparr said. "Jango Fett died on Geonosis. You saw that happen.

"Now you're treating yourself like him, let alone behaving like him, which is controversial."

"Count, is there any meaning to why you are here?"

"Straight to the point, I understand. I will get right to the point. I want you and your protector to join the Separatist Alliance.

“…Why on earth would we go after a Jedi or a Sith?” Spall growled. “If you don’t know, I remember. I remember everything. It was your Jedi commandos who killed the original, true Mandalorian on Galidran.”

To say Dooku expected a mention of Galidran was certainly not what he imagined he would encounter when he arrived on the planet.

"I have them all," Sparr emphasized, poking the side of his temple. "All his memories. Every meeting he ever had, every conversation, every battle, every moment. I remember you, Count Dooku, very vividly.

Behind Dooku's companions tensed, slowly reaching for their lightsabers, all the while keeping their eyes on the many Mandalorians who were now beginning to put their hands on their blasters.

Dooku narrowed his eyes, staring at one of Jango Fett's millions of clones, who was glaring back at him.

"I hope you haven't forgotten, Jedi Knight," Spall said. "We are Mandalorians."

"That's what you call our master, clone?" said the female Mirialan, holding her lightsaber, ready to ignite it.

In an instant, nearly dozens of blasters were drawn out and aimed directly at the four Force users.

"Yes, that's what you're going to do, play it cool?

The Mirialan growled along with her female waiter companion, while the male waiter was more neutral. Spall shook his head in her direction and returned his attention to Dooku.

“As I said, we are Mandalorians, Dooku. At the end of the day, we know how to kill Jedi and Sith better than anyone in this galaxy,” Spall said, stepping in front of the Count. “We have suffered enough at your hands. The Sith have used us as tools for centuries. The Jedi, in their eternal fear of us, essentially destroyed our homeworld and left millions dead. We will never again fall under the control of the Sith, nor will we ever again go toe to toe with the Jedi. It will take a lot to get us to think this way again.”

At this point, the tension is palpable, to say the least.

The meeting was short, but it escalated to this level in a few minutes. The two sides reached a stalemate and neither backed down.

Spall grinned. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to kill me, right here, right now, and you can try."

Dooku did not move.

"Never forget, Jedi. You may kill us all you want, but we will always rise again and swim upstream. That has always been our way, and it will always be our way.

“This is the path,” the Mandalorian Guardians called out, their collective voices echoing across the area.

...

The Sith Lord exhaled to calm himself. "Very good."

The Count's eyes locked with the clone Mandalore. "We will make your life much harder for not considering joining the Separatist cause."

Spall just snorted and gave a challenging smile. "More like your master's business, Tyrannus."

Dooku growled, turning around, his cloak billowing in the wind, as he and his attendants ignored Spall's taunts.

"Making our lives harder?" Spar scoffed. "That's when the Mandalorians thrive."

The protectors cheered, hissing and laughing at the retreating dark side practitioners, while the two women glanced back with sneers.

A moment later, the ship quickly left, with Spur still standing in front of the camp, joined by Finn, Ursa, Toby, and Dax.

"We need to increase our security and patrols," Spall said blandly. "No doubt Dooku will send troops to us at some point."

"We'll be ready."