Saga Mandalorian:The Last Crusade, WIP. ESB period

Time Period:3 Years ABY.
Setting:Lower Levels of the planet Kashyyyk
Mandalorian: The Last Crusade
I am Mandalorian. Once, we crusaded for our Gods, the pitiful inhabitants of the galaxy, these small, weak beings, trembled at our very mention. But no longer. Now, we are nothing. My home world, the Great planet of Mandalore is nothing any more. It?s ruined, destroyed by the Republic. The Empire did nothing for it either, instead using only as a recruitment station, drawing the planet?s best away to die fighting some terrorists on distant planets. I use to be one of those fools, drawn into the Stormtrooper Corps in promise of being like my ancestors, the all conquering warrior. The Angel of Death, falling from the sky to slay whatever stood in my way. Heh, amusing isn?t it to look into the thoughts of a young man, to see his little dreams and fantasies? I am no longer a Stormtrooper. What glory, what honor was in that? I was the 501st, yes that?s right, Vader?s Fist. I killed the terrorists, the rebels, the ignorant fools, whatever you wish to call them, on half a dozen worlds in my tour. I honed my natural skills as a Mandalorian warrior to become a great soldier. But I was lied to. There was no great adventure, the people I was killing were just fools playing solider for a cause that would ultimately fail. So, I left. What I became after I left is a great story, one to large for one telling. But, if you wish to stay, to listen to the tale of the Last Mandalorian Crusade, then you will know why I am this old man, telling of things long past.
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Ghezkan Wilcar looked about nervously. He hated being in these damn woods. He preferred the opener battlefields, the streets of a city or corridor of a ship. At least then he knew where the enemy was. But in these infernal forests, with mile-high wroshyr trees, he could tell who was who and what was what. A crack sounded in the distance.
?Stang. Well, at least I know where to shoot now.? He whispered to himself. He lifted the E-11 up to his shoulders, sighting down it?s barrel. He thumbed it?s rate of fire setting to three-round burst. Another crack. And another. He smiled, despite himself. He couldn?t report in, not yet. He would give himself away if his opponent heard him speaking. There. A flash of metal, a bandolier perhaps. His finger depressed the firing stud.
?HRRRRRNNNNAWWWWWRRRRR!?
?Fierfek! There is more then one of those dikut?la fur balls? Delphan, Delphan, do you copy? This is Ghezkan, I?ve spotted some Wooks. I?ll feed you the coordinates now.?
Ghezkan had hardly got the words out when a several bow caster shells smashed into the trees around him. He fell back to a different position, as more bolts mashed through the foliage. He snapped of two more bursts as he back-pedaled, the sensors in his helmet showing multiple enemy marks. At least five. Oh, what fun this was going to be. He felt his knee jerk as he fired a rocket dart.
?Boom? He said as he watched the wookie explode from within, innards splashing the bark of the massive trees with red gore. He thought he had seen the softer color of some lungs in there too. These particular wookies were renegades, who had tried to sell their fellows out to Trandoshan slavers. Surprisingly, it was the Empire who intervened and said for the Trandoshans to back off. The slavers disagreed. No one ever told them the intelligence of arguing with Stormtroopers then thought Ghezkan. A bolt smashed into his shoulder guard, nearly spinning him around. It didn?t penetrate, but by Kyr?am did it hurt. That just reminded him why they were here. Wookies were deadly opponents, especially when on their own turf. But, Ghezkan thought as the vibro-blades slid from his gauntlets and elbow pads, they had never fought Mandalorians.
?Sa kyr?am Nau tracyn kad, Vode An.? Ghezkan recited under his breath. How true it was?
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