Saga Going Jango - Man of Mandalore, Son of Concord Dawn

One I composed about our favorite Bounty Hunter - or rather - most of everyone's favorite Bounty Hunter being Jango Fett:

Brother, Son, Father … Cuy’val Dar…
Honor adamant as Bes’kar Gem,
I trusted No-One … Be it only Boba, my Son,
Bounty Hunter, Enforcer, Thug, Iron-Hearted Killer,
Yet too a Devoted Father,
Whom shared his tales of Venture,
In the spans of the Galaxy,
For there be all to hunt and see…
Is it my hands – an instant draw, a shot … you be dead…good for you … for I claimed the Bounty on your Head!
For the tales of my exploits in the Underworld of Coruscant you had read,
For my reputation being the Galaxy’s Finest for Hire … however the contract or situation be Dire,
Yet I would not be Admired,
For yet then myself … in a body glove and a suit of Armor … that masks my nature,
Yet speaks of my Mandalorian Culture,
For I be a Son of Mandalore,
A Deadly Warrior for Hire,
Nothing I truly Desired…
Be it only your Credits … and a Son …
For Ask Yourself,
Would you know? Let alone see?
Behind the mind and eyes of Me?
For I wield gloves of Iron,
I grip harder than Durasteel… for as if a Burning Iron Rain,
For Emotions I inhibited … my Passion I trained to restrain
Not the Family Man of Affections,
For even in my hold… my Affections … were but a Cold Return,
For Compromises … were not my Art …

Wealthy I be,
Yet never Profligate nor Lavish I was,
Yet Courtesy with Honor…
For we Bounty Hunters too have Standards …
Perhaps you could try … to read my Thoughts,
Although even to the Jedi…in my mind you’d find Nought,
For who would Truly Know?
For of my Heart of Bes’kar Gem … be it the Fighting Fires of Mandalore,
Where none so Evil could Reveal …
Any shinier than Transparisteel …
Yet be that I wore behind my Mask … Regret …
For one could see me remove my helmet, yet only to find
A face reflecting Taciturn … and the Stern…
For as though as Bes’kar Gem, Dark as Cortosis, and as Strong as Phrik,
For the Revelation was Nothing to Thrill about …
Perhaps it be my Eyes,
Once perhaps I had Cried…
Yet now behind the Mask my Sadness I hide,
For I now reflect only the Depths amongst the Fields of Fire,
With a Mirror of Cynical Hope …
But yet Times again and Then,
Could it be … he shows …Vulnerability?
Yet he quickly drowns this moment of Weakness,
For he no longer opens on his sadness,
Only knowing this Underworld Long Enough,
Be it a Lifetime of Bounty Hunting …
Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade…

Yet he kept his Honor,
For even his Son Boba Fett … would keep as a Sacred Oath,
Always Use but Never Trust Anyone,
To Never Take Chances … but always On the go for the Hunt,
Have no attachments … no Friends but no True Adversaries,
One must always be ready for the Challenge … and the Dangers it Brings,
Courtesy and Honor to One and the Client, for they be the Credits!
The Bounty Hunter never shows signs of Weakness,
For this be foremost with their Attachments!
For the Life and Death are Intertwined as the Moth is to the Flame … the Greed to the Desire…the Desire to the Pleasure,
Adapt and Adjust Routine …Repetition be Traps of Death,
Never Boast … for that Draws Unwanted Attention,
Taciturn as always … for Words Speak Faster than Death Comes!
Yet Courtesy not just to Clients but Respect to Foes Too!
One who Pays Me … I commit myself to Whole,
I must always face my fears … for conquering my fears … I have none to Fear!
Imagination is the Key to the Warrior’s Survival and Creativity!
Always find the Details behind the Workings of the Picture …for this leads to the Rewards and Prey,
Never Lie but Never Tell the Truth as a Whole,
Favours be not Favours … but Future Investments,
Credits Buy Power … Power Buys All … but All is Always There … Elusive for the Taking …
Never take Pleasure for Granted …
For then by the Time Death Comes … It must be seasoned with Valour!
For this be … but the Code of Honor … of the Man of Mandalore,
The Son of Mandalore … who made his Name in the Galaxy for Decades to Come!

From the humble farmer’s son on Concord Dawn,
The Survivor of the Mandalorian Civil War,
The Orphan ofConcordDawn,
From a Prisoner of the Jedi … to the Vanquisher of the Death Watch,
To the steps and trade of Bounty Hunting,
For I be only the Best Hired Muscle in the Galaxy,
To the One Man … for the Republic’s Clones…
Where then too Young Boba … my Son … would take on my Legacy … to the History of the Galaxy …

The Early Years of 66 to 58 BBY where I lived amongst the farmers of Concord Dawn,
Yet my youth was not of idle Happiness,
Where the Civil War … between my future mentor Jaster Mereel … and the traitorous Vizsla’s Death Watch Erupted,
For then the moment then when hated Vizsla threatened and killed my Father,
Then the Death Watch took down my Mother … and claimed Arla,
Then there was only me … alone to the hands of Mereel … my mentor and new Father,
We then fought and killed the Death Watch traitors … where I avenged my Father and Mother…
Yet Arla … would remain imprisoned in Coruscant for Decades to Come …
For then I embraced my new identity … as a Fighting Son of Mandalore!
For my youth onwards … I would fight with Mereel and the True Mandalorians until the Battle of Korda Six,
Where the betrayal by Montross … and the death of my new Father,
Though the loss … Mandalore gained a new Mand’alor …
I would take the Reins of Reign of Mandalore …


Leading the Mandalorians on to the Fields and Bloodshed of Galidraan,
For 12 Standard Years before Geonosis,
The Insurrection of Galidraan where Viszla the traitor again tried to kill me,
Then came the Republic … with the hated Jedi,
For then leading the Jedi … be my future employer … and leader of the Separatists … and Sith Lord … none other than Dooku himself,
For Surrender they demanded … yet indignant they be,
For despite our Valour and Bravery … many of my kin would fell … to the Jedi,
For in my Misery and Pity … for of my Desperation,
With no weapon … be it only my steel-lined gauntlets … no less than Six Jedi I would kill,
Yet despite this Will,
I knew theBattlehad been lost Until …
For then I be Sold … Only Good Then for Slavery …
Fett is unrelenting in his vengeance upon Vizsla.
Years abroad Spice transports,
Where then a pirate raid sprung my Freedom,
For I would return to Galidraan… and again I would extract revenge … on the hated coward Viszla,
From a brutal fight in a Starship … to the Surface of Corellia,
Where despite being poisoned … I would claim my victory over Viszla,
Then care and recovery with the girl named Skeea,
Yet upon my Revenge,
Alone in the World and Galaxy I would Emerge,
Forever more the Mercenary Bounty Hunting Trade I would Engage,
For then I would make my Mark as Jaster’s Legacy!

Then 32 BBY For the memory of Galidraan returned,
With Tyrannus … once my foe Dooku made an Offer,
With 5 Million Credits on Hire,
For the Prey be the Hunt … for Komari Vosa,
With the lead from Gloom,
Where then I would cross paths with Montross again,
And then to the corrupt Trell…whom would die by many storeys he Fell…
Yet pursuit upon pursuit would cost me Jaster’s Legacy,
For then I would meet Wessel … yet too a new Ship – a Firespray … whom I would rename the Slave I.

Then to the Jungles of Malastare,
The Hutts I would teal,
For then even Gardulla the Bloated Hutt I would feet … to her own pet Krayt,
Yet then finally I would fight and travel into the Bogden System,
Where then I would find myself face to face with Vosa,
Where then upon Defeat,
She fell dead at her Feet,
For it be Tyrannus again I would Meet,
For this bounty be all but a Test!
For then the Clones would suit from my blood the Best!
For then I would too make an extra demand,
Be it a Son … whom would carry the Legacy of Fett!

Where then my biggest glory and greatest Honor and Pride,
Was the creation of the Republic’s very Clones,
Where the Sea’s and Storms of Kamino,
Where I’d supervise the training of the Clones,
From fighting spars and weapons training,
To even the armor designing,
Where even Flash Training to the Passion of Vode An!
To the Cuy’val Dar’s mentoring of the Clone Commando’s,
Or the Personal Spars and Fights with the ARC’s … the Republic’s Finest!
Alas, the nature of the Cuy’val Dar,
Where growing of the Army,
Yet the times of Discipline but too Plenty,
For the DeadlyBattleCircles,
Was but only necessary … for the times of War!

Then 32-22 BBY … prior to the Clone Wars,
I would settle more Scores,
From the Infant of Shaa,
To ending Quells and Dissent,
To the Hunting of Quarry,
All would be Wary,
Many would understand why … I be the Galaxy’s Finest,
For even the Jedi would learn to Respect!
Yet the Dawn of the Clone Wars,
Where a Decade since Kamino’s Cloning,
Where the Clone Army went for the Million,
Where I be hired to assassinate the Naboo Senator Amidala,
Yet despite the failure,
I eliminated all errors,
Yet then the Jedi Kenobi … for all the ‘pleasure meeting the Jedi’, he would track and follow me,
For the Saber Dart I used,
Yet he would slowly work out theRuse,
And then the War could come to Muse,
For the capture of Kenobi,
To the rescue and recapture of him, Skywalker and Senator Amidala,
Where the plan to Execute Kenobi, Skywalker and Senator Amidala … was but awry,
Yet but not to Worry,
For then the Battle of Geonosis … down to the Droid Foundries,
Where Jedi and Droid and Clones,
Where then I would deal with Reek and Jedi,
Yet then it be my last Fight,
For against the Jedi Windu … I fought and fell … in the blood-stained sands…
Brother, Son, Father … Cuy’val Dar…
Honor adamant as Bes’kar Gem,
I trusted No-One … Be it only Boba, my Son,
Bounty Hunter, Enforcer, Thug, Iron-Hearted Killer,
Yet too a Devoted Father,
Whom shared his tales of Venture,
In the spans of the Galaxy,
For even though I be gone,
The Clones I would not see inBattle,
Or Boba Grow Up to be Worth My Mettle,
For the name of Fett that was Uttered,
Many would Shudder yet Eyes filled that Admired,
For I serve onlyHaranand Fear … by the Aruetiise…
For across the Galaxy, my name would still Reign,
Where the Mos Eisley Pit became the Janto Fett Arena,
When one heard ‘Going Jango’… you knew it was an ARC ready to Tango,
For then even Boba … would try to kill my killer … none other … then Windu … of the Jedi Order…

Ruthless, Instinctive … Cold,
Quick, Smart and Silent,
Motivated by the Lure of Credits,
For I held no True Loyalties … nor a True Master,
For the Bounty Hunter’s Work … I am the Master,
For I had only …the Highest Bidder,
Where even Governments … would have me for Hire,
Tactical … and Prudent … I kept Sharp and Fit for a Hunt,
From Basic to Mando’a … yet Simplicity and Subtly was True Efficiency …
Cool and Calculating,
For I may Win but also Survive,
Escape Wit and Brawn and Brawn and Brains,
For yet I have my Code of Honor … I would pass to Boba…
For I was not always … a Cold Blooded Killer …

Yet then I be Boba’s Father,
Whom took on the Trade … of the Bounty Hunting Venture,
In the spans of the Galaxy…to make our Names in the Universe,
For all the Money, Glory and Honor to Claim…
Yet I exercised Arrogance with Fame,
For the Force I may not have … yet Jedi I killed alone with bare steel-lined hands,
Where I bore the blood of many,
I cared not for your Pity,
For steel-lined gauntlets to dual blasters – a quick draw, a shot … you be dead…good for you … for I claimed the Bounty on your Head!
My Achievements, my Claims to Fame – from World to World … to even the Reaches of Coruscant,
For I would be … the Galaxy’s Gun for Hire … as long as the Credits and Treasure you had to Wire,
My name be a House-Name to be Admired,
Never Panicking in a Situation Too Grave or Dire,
For yet then you think when you see myself …
Is there a True Soul? Behind in suit of Armor … befitting of one from Mandalore,
For yet this suit of Armor … was that masks my nature,
Yet speaks of my Mandalorian Culture,
For I be a Son of Mandalore,
A Deadly Warrior for Hire,
Nothing I truly Desired…
Be it only your Credits … and a Son …
For Ask Yourself,
Would you know? Let alone see?
Behind the mind and eyes of Me?
For I wield gloves of Bes’kar Gem,
Yet grip harder than Durasteel… for as if a Burning Iron Rain,
For Emotions I inhibited … great Disciplines I took to Restrain,
Not A Man for Affections,
For any job completed … all I demanded was but Cold Return in Credits,
For Compassion and Compromises … were not of my Very Art …

The Life of the Gruff Loner I preferred, though Partnerships sometimes be Preferred,
For the Betrayal of Montross … I had no True Attachments,
For even the Same Bed I would not Sleep Nights in the Row,
Yet no Family I truly had,
For only Boba then … whom made my Spirit Glad,
For once a humble farming boy of Mandalore,
To the Fields of Bounty Hunting and Wars,
Alas! The Veteran of the Mandalorian Wars,
I would not Display any moment of Weakness,
For my Sorrows now be Devoid of Sadness,
Only knowing the Life of the Criminal Underworld Long Enough,
Be it a Lifetime of Bounty Hunting …
Behind the Suit of Armor,
The Helmet and Mask,
The Twin Custom Blasters…ready for Shots,
For when you see me,
Just Remember,
Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade,
For you know better to mess with Mandalore,
For you know I’m always ready to settle a Score,
For you know my Clones be bred for War,

For you know I be Jango Fett … the Man of Mandalore … Son of Concord Dawn!