"Brehig, huh?" Dax stared at the planet they were approaching. "Are you sure about this place, Alrich?"

Alrich chuckled, walked over and nudged Oddo with his shoulder.

“Yes,” Alrich said. “Brehig preserves history for our people and has its own set of resources that we can use to build ours.

"If you mean mass extinction, then yes, Brehig is important," Finn said loudly, walking up to the two men.

"Oh, yes, our ancestors killed the native species of this world here." Dax said loudly in confusion. "Who are they?"

"Unfortunately, not worth remembering," Spall said from the front of the ship as he flew.

With them was a task force of a dozen starfighters, led by Sparr and Toby.

Their goal for Breisig was simple. They wanted to see if the locals would help them set up a makeshift factory to help the Protectors rebuild their ships and weapons to help restore the Mandalorians' lost power.

Alrich and Ursa had had several contacts in Breisig, and they talked about several towns and small cities that seemed feasible, although at Ursa's request it would be best to choose a smaller village first in the hope of winning supporters for their faction.

While they are in effect, this is not an attempt to subjugate the people of this planet. They are in the Mandalorian space sector and therefore fall under the Mandalorian category. The Protector only wishes they would see it that way.

After the Mandalorian clans and people split, the Mandalore region was never the same as before, with hundreds, if not thousands, of planets where traditional Mandalorians seemed to have gone extinct or abandoned their homeworlds.

A return to an old nomadic way of life. In retrospect, mostly chaos.

It was not an easy time for the Mandalorians, but the Protectors were determined to restore them to their former glory.

The "small" fleet of thirteen ships eventually sailed towards a small village with about forty or fifty houses and other buildings that constituted a settlement.

After landing on the east side of the village, the Mandalorian protectors began to leave their ships, unloading supplies while Sparr made arrangements on land.

"Secure this area." Spall ordered, and half of his troops followed the instructions. "All right, Alrich. You said your men are here, right?

Alrich nodded. "Yes, Mandalore. He's waiting for us in the village.

Spall, Elshe, Finn and several Mandalorian guards began to walk towards the village not far away. After walking a short distance, the protectors found a strange man standing in front of them with a smile.

Spall's eyes widened in complete disbelief at who was standing before him.

“Took you long enough,” the man said with a grin when he saw Spall.

He primarily wears brown Stormtrooper armor with varying shades of brown and silver hair, blue eyes, and a light complexion.

"Carl Skirata?" Finn said in acknowledgement.

"Oh, you know me?" Carl said, shaking his head. "Here I thought I was forgotten."

"It's hard not to, sir." Spar said with the utmost respect. "You helped Jango train the first six of our clones on Shenye."

"It's good to see you again, Spar." Cal said with a smile, walking up to the clone and patting his shoulder. "I see, you've done well. Carrying the traditions of the Mandalorian and the title of Mandalorian. I'm proud of you, my son."

"Is this your contact, Alrich?" Finn asked, turning to the Mandalorian craftsman and engineer.

"Yes." Alrich nodded and walked over to Carl, "Carl, what do you have to give us?"

"Something you'll all enjoy." Kal said, motioning for them to follow him. They followed the elderly Mando into the village, where they saw many civilians, mainly humans, looking at the Protector in wonder.

“You’ll have to excuse the people who stare at you,” Carl said. “It’s been a while since they’ve seen many Mandalorians in full armor.”

"Better get used to it then," Finn said and Carl hummed.

"Ah, here we are," Carl said as he stood in front of a particularly large square building as members of the Skirata clan walked to the door.

“The mill may be down, but if Alrich brings in a few more proper help and gets it up and running, it’ll be as good as new. Then Carl opens the door to reveal…

"Am I seeing things?" Finn said loudly, quickly removing his helmet to make sure he was seeing things.

"Yeah." Carl said with a smile as he walked past a giant robot with six legs. It had two large front paws, while its back four legs were much smaller, although it had a tail that seemed to help with balance. The most striking aspect of this large mechanical creature was its face, which seemed to be made entirely of blaster barrels.

“Basilisk war droids,” one of the Mandalorians muttered in disbelief.

"Where did you find it?" Spurr asked in awe, walking up to the ancient weapon that had aided the Mandalorians in their ancient war against the galaxy.

"Here's what I found on my latest excursion." Carl informed. "Found a hidden bunker with a few weapons scattered around. This is one of them. It may need some repairs and tuning, but once that's done it'll be as good as new.

"Have we been too busy chatting?" Elsie asked, and walked over to examine the war robot impatiently.

“Money or work?”

"It's a bit of both," Finn said.

"More than I can give you, that's for sure."

"So, it's a good thing we made this deal with the Bondesman Guild," Spall exclaimed. "Now we just need to get Dax and the Bondesman Guild together to help with mass production."

Carl blinked. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Spall gave Old Mando a smile.

“If you had been in more contact with us, then you would be more aware of a discovery I made,” Spall said. “We recently discovered the lost journal of Canderus Aldor, better known to us as the Protector of Mandalore.”

Carl's eyes widened in shock. "Where on earth did you find it?!"

"The mission to Odo itself, we—"

"Well, what is this?"

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