-Clan of Three-
"He knew all of you, but he didn't say my name," Aula noted. "We could use that to our advantage."
"How?"
"I don't know, I could go out there and start shooting at them."
"You'd be dead before you barely stepped out the door," said Cara.
"I don't know, just a suggestion."
"I know who he is," Lore spoke. "It's Moff Gideon."
"No," cried Cara. "Moff Gideon was executed for war crimes."
"It's him, he knew my name."
"So? What does that prove?" asked Karga.
"I haven't heard that name spoken since I was a child."
"On Mandalore?"
"I was not born on Mandalore."
"But you're a Mandalorian." Karga was clearly confused.
"Mandalorian isn't a race," Lore explained. "It's a Creed."
He went on to explain how droids had attacked his home world, killed his parents, but how Mandalorians had come in and saved him, taking him in as one of their own.
"That's why you hate droids so much," Aula realized.
"I was a foundling. They raised me in the Fighting Corps. I was treated as one of their own. When I came of age I was sworn to the Creed. The only record of my family name was in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB Officer during the purge. That's how I know it's him."
"That's how he knew who we all are," said Cara.
"He says he needs us, which means the child escaped safely. I was worried when Kuiil didn't respond."
"Try him again."
"Are you drinking spotchka at a time like this?" Aula asked Karga.
"This could be our last," he justified.
"Kuiil? Come in."
"Kuiil has been terminated," came the voice of IG-11 over the channel.
"Oh no!" cried Aula.
"What did you do?" Lore hissed.
"I am fulfilling my base function: to nurse and protect."
"Look!" Cara cried. Something was turning the troopers' attention away from them, and that something turned out to be IG-11 riding a speeder bike, shooting down Troopers as he went - Leo in a pouch on his chest.
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