Attempted Assassination of the Duchess Satine

Aeron’s ship, the Nexu flew over the planet. He smiled as he saw its greenish continents, and white clouds greet him. He could travel to Coruscaunt a million times, he could visit, the most picturesque resort possible… but Mandalore would still be the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on. He adjusted a few settings, to ensure that the Nexu would be well clear of the gravitational tug, of Concordia, Mandalore’s moon, before beginning his descent into the atmosphere. For a moment, he closed his eyes, and listened to the soothing hum of the ships engines. He would need to collect himself as much as he could before this mission.
This time unlike many of the others, there were no credits attached to what he did, he was doing this for the Mando’ade, for his mother, his father, his brother, everyone who came before them, and everyone who would come afterwards. Once he broke orbit, and once he was close enough to see the area he began getting annoyed. For some reason the dikut’la had decided to build their “capital city” in one of the largest  deserts on the planet, some stupid thing about rising from the ashes of war or something.
When Aeron saw, the place they called their capital city, he wanted to close his eyes again and act like it had been nothing more than a nightmare. The city of Sundari could have been easily taken in a day, most likely less, given a significant force. This was owing to the fact that most of it was constructed out of transparisteel cubes. There wasn’t even an inkling of Mandalorian design in the thing… Aeron probably could have laid waste, to a huge portion of it with nothing more than what his ship was armed with. Still that would have given her a chance to escape. Thinking about her made Aeron’s blood boil, he was going to put an end to this once and for all.
Normally his ship, armed to the teeth as it was would never have been able to enter the city. However Aeron had gotten in contact with other like minded individuals. They had forged enough identification, and secured a landing pad for him. They may have been Death Watch, but with people like this running Mandalore, Aeron knew that all Mando’ade were in this together. Once he got up, he placed his buy’ce over his head, and double checked all his armaments. The landing ramp descended and Aeron walked out of it. The landing pad was underground, in a much more secluded part of town. After he had landed two blast doors, had closed above him, sealing him in. There were a few lights illuminating the area, but it was still very dark.
Aeron switched to night vision, and saw someone that made him groan. Pre Vizla was standing there. He may have been a Mandalorian but Aeron wouldn’t have been able to tell from how he acted. Perhaps it was from all the time he had spent governing Concordia as a part of that pacifist government. The man was a windbag, if words were blasters, he could have buried Satine and the rest of the planet a long time ago. Aeron stepped down off the landing ramp, preparing himself for a long speech about their Mandalorian heritage most of which he had already learned by heart as an adiik.
“Aeron Jace… you honor us with your presence” He said smiling wickedly.
“It’s our honor that I’m hoping to get back” Aeron replied in fluent Mando’a.
Vizsla nodded. Aeron was spared from the lengthy explanation of what their honor was, and instead given a lengthy lecture detailing the different parts of a plan that he had come up with. He sighed and checked his weapons and equipment, while he feigned paying attention.
The plan was simple, the Death Watch would create a diversion somewhere else in the city, a diversion big enough to require almost all of the cities guards. While they did this Aeron would break into the palace, kill anyone who got in his way, then kill the Duchess. Once the redundant explanation was over, Aeron was lead to a small motor pool and handed an unmarked speeder.

“Good hunting” Vizsla said to him.
“Oya Manda” Aeron replied simply, as he gunned the engine.
The trip to the Palace was short but not short enough for Aeron. Looking around Aeron saw what his ancient ancestors would likely call hell. There seemingly wasn’t a speck of dirt in the city, the people sat around talking or doing whatever they liked. It was a shining example of what the Mando’ade would call stagnation, no fighting, no glory, no honor.
Aeron saw that there were two guards at the speeder parking area. Looking around for signs of trouble. Trouble was a category that Aeron would definitely fit into, dressed in his red and black beskar’gam. He surreptitiously activated a small device on his belt, that would short out any cameras in the area. With that done, he casually drew one of his two pistols, flicked off the safety, and shot both guards before they could so much as yell at him that this was a restricted area.
Deciding that the stairs, would have the highest amount of guards patrolling them, Aeron activated his jetpack. He flew from the seat of his speeder, and allowed it to crash into the front of the visiting area in a fiery explosion, that he was sure would draw even more guards away from their posts. Aeron extended a few blades from his gauntlet, and attached himself to one of the higher windows of the palace. He used a fusion cutter, to open a hole in the transparisteel and proceeded to climb through the still glowing hole.
The palace room was well furnished, and various art pieces decorated the walls. It was very similar to many of the other rooms owned by other targets of Aeron’s. He walked through the rooms, killing any guards he came across until he finally reached the palace doors. He checked his weapons, and reloaded his power cells before entering the room. This was it, the moment the so called “New Mandalorians” fell. He kicked open the door, both pistols raised. Inside he saw the duchess, Satine sitting upon her throne. She was surrounded by a few attendants who quickly fled upon seeing Aeron.  Satine’s eyes widened, with what satisfyingly looked like fear.
“What’s the meaning of this?” She asked.
“Change… you’ll never spit in the face of everything Mandalorian ever again” Aeron replied simply.
“Kill me if you wish but you won’t prove anything with it” She replied coldly.
Aeron regarded her for a moment.
“How dare you sit there… how dare you dishonor billions of men and woman who fought and died for an ideal. After all that to think that you could just sit here, and contort that ideal into something that would bring them all shame.” Aeron didn’t usually talk like this, but right now he was holding in years upon years of resentment and anger, he didn’t just want the aruetii to die, he wanted her to know exactly why she had died.
He was a second from pulling the trigger… one second more and it would have been all over. However at that exact moment, everything spectacularly went to haran. Three men entered the room three men whom Aeron recognized from holonet news broadcasts, Obi Wan Kenobi, Anikan Skywalker, and Mace Windu. All of them had their lightsabers ignited, and all were ready to protect the duchess at any cost. They must have had some kind of secret meeting with her, he realized. And by some amazing cosmic bad fortune Aeron had just happened to attempt to kill her on the same day. Aeron tried to pull the trigger with all his might, but they were stopping him using their powers. He had to think quickly, otherwise he was going to get slaughtered.
In a one on one fight Aeron guessed that he might find a way to gain an edge against Skywalker, and maybe even Kenobi, but certainly not Window, and all three at once would be pushing his skills ludicrously far. Aeron Realized that while his arm was being held by the Jedi, the rest of his body wasn’t. If he could just stall for a little, and possibly distract the Jedi from what he was doing.
“Stand down Mandalorian” Windu said in a calm commanding voice.
“Step away from the duchess” Skywalker added angrily.
“This doesn’t concern you Jedi, this is a Mandalorian dispute… Mandalore is neutral last time I checked, or does that only apply when we aren’t trying to save our people?” Aeron said buying time for his arm to reach slowly into his utility belt.
“We still have authority here” Kenobi assured him.
“Put down the blaster and submit yourself to Mandalorian law” he added.
“What would you do Jedi?” Aeron asked
“What would you do if the Sith took over on Coruscaunt, what would you do if they twisted your ways until there was nothing left, perverting it, and then on top of it all, they had the nerve to insult you further by still calling themselves Jedi?”
“It’s not the same” Skywalker exclaimed.
“It’s exactly the same kriffing thing” Aeron replied.
“And I think you all know the answer don’t you?” He added. There was a moment of silence, but then in an instant Aeron threw a thermal detonator straight at the Duchess’s head as quickly as he could.
The Jedi’s concentration turned from Aeron to the tiny sphere flying towards the throne. Aeron used the few precious seconds he had to blast open a window, activate his jetpack and escape. Before he got far however, he decided that one last attempt was in order. He activated his rangefinder, and fired his jetpacks concussion missile straight at the throne room. Somehow he knew that the rocket wouldn’t do anything. Jedi had a habit of Kriffing things up. Aeron made it as far away from the palace as he could, then he sat there for a long time.
He had failed… Satine had gotten away, no matter how he looked at it, no matter how close he had gotten, and he would never have an opportunity like this again. He knelt on the ground, and removed his helmet running a hand through his hair. If he had just pulled that trigger sooner… He thought furious with himself. Kneeling on the ground, and hands clasped as if in prayer, he apologized to everyone he had failed that day.
“Ni ceta vod’e ni ceta buir’e ni ceta Mando’ade ni ceta ni nibral” he said solemnly. It was going to be a long journey back to his ship.