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                                                                     Lucien defended valiantly and even managed to cut the man’s left arm. It was a shallow cut, but a small victory for the young Mandalorian boy. The raid leader looked at the cut on his arm and grinned, “So you must be a Mandalorian, no one else wields a bes’kad in the traditional manner. For that matter few in the galaxy have beskar who aren’t Mando’ade.” Lucien snarled, “So, what’s it to you?” The raider looked at him sideways as he circled around the boy, “So why are you trying to kill your own people? Join us, and we can rule this backwater planet.” Lucien laughed despite his nervousness, and he looked to the Jedi who were still defending against a few of the raiders. “You aren’t real Mandalorians, you left your heritage when you decided to become nothing more than common thugs. You’re no crusader.”

                                                                    

                                                                     Lucien’s voice was resolute and all fear was gone from the young boy. The raider’s humor was gone, “You pathetic little brat, the Crusaders are all dead, they died out during the Mandalorian wars, what is left is the need to survive and thrive in a galaxy that hates us. The Jedi hunt us, and you boy will never grow up to see the truth!” The large man attacked Lucien with all his might. Lucien had been taught as a child that using strength was great, but strength could fail so rely on wits. Lucien suspected this brute of a man had never received such wisdom in his life. As the man brought his blade to bear where Lucien’s head should have been, Lucien closed his eyes and ducked the blow. He tucked himself into a roll and slashed out to the side as he moved away from the strong blow. Lucien’s blade managed to sink into the Mandalorian raider’s Achilles tendon. The man howled out in pain and fell to the ground. Lucien stood and proceeded to finish his kill when he felt his body leave the ground. Lucien turned to see the Jedi’s outstretched hand, the last thing he would see before his head slammed into a rock.

                                                                     Lucien woke up on the nicest cot he’d ever seen, his head was wrapped, and he was in a medical robe. All his weapons had been removed from his possession and his flightsuit was in shreds next to his bed. He was furious, but if he had learned anything it was to wait and gauge the situation before acting. He wasn’t good at that though, he sat up and waited for his eyes to focus. His head was pounding, but he wasn’t dead. A medic walked into the room clearly surprised that Lucien was awake, she checked her datapad before speaking, “Umm, well my didn’t you recover fast? Master Kovolt said you took quite the blow to the head, he said you’d probably be unconscious for a few days.”  Lucien attempted a smile, “Uh thanks, do you know how long I’ve been out?” The medic checked the datapad again, “Well you’ve only been here for about two hours, so maybe about four hours.” She smiled again and stepped out of the room.  Lucien waved at her on her way out, and once she was gone he quickly began shutting down the medical monitors that would be very annoying should he try to escape.  He started removing the medical pads that connected his vitals to the monitors.