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He sees it a split-second before it happens. Myles tucking into a dive, flames from his gauntlet melting a ring of charred snow around Jango. And the jetti behind him. Long black hair in his face, launching himself into an inhumanly high leap. And his green blade, arcing down to connect right between Myles' plates and belt. Would bisect him almost laughably neatly in half.

But just as Myles seems to realize the danger, tries to twist away from the blade (it's not going to work, Jango knows it's not going to work, not even Myles is that good), a concussive thump. Jango is pushed back a few steps, falls onto one knee. Myles is knocked straight out of the sky, lands with a grunt in the snow. But the jetti gets the worst of it; he's thrown back a solid 20 feet and hits a durasteel crate hard.

Jango whirls around. There's a jetti standing there. A padawan. Fiery red hair and a bloody nose. He's got a blue jetti'kad clenched in one fist but the blade's pointed downwards, melting a hole through the snowpack. And the other hand stretched out in front of him, palm open. His blue eyes rimmed in white.

AKA an Arla Fett was adopted by Jaster au where everything is fixed and Palps gets fried.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

As a universe unfolds, every event, no matter how unconnected, may one day seem to form a net, strings upon strings dragging unwitting protagonists to their fates. A delicate and intricate work of art, like the neural connections in the human brain. But if one or two strings snap, the universe may unfold into an entirely different future.

In another universe, decades and decades of hatred, years and years of war end in betrayal. Sister gone, father shot, and soon his people slaughtered. Jango Fett lives on, survives them all. And then, you know how the story goes: an insane Jedi on one of the moons of Bodgen, Kaminoans with their long necks and cloning genius, Tyranus. An army of men with metal chips in their brains. And a dusty arena full of blaster bolts and fallen bodies. Fett’s jetpack sparking, broken but he doesn’t know it yet. He shot the reek right through the eye but it ensured his death; he cannot escape. Purple blade burning through cloth and skin. A little boy watching, scared, he would be twisted bitter in the years to come.

But in this universe, one difference changes the turn of fate. Arla Fett isn’t left on Concord Dawn, stolen by armored Kyr’stad and molded into an assassin, broken. Jaster saves her too, drags the two crying children through the burning fields. Two Mandalorians hold their bleeding, dying father on Korda Six; two swear vengeance on Kyr’stad and on that traitor Montross. The haat mando’ade, Arla Fett their mand’alor, launch a bitter attack, bring violence down upon those aruetii mando’ade. Kyr’stad is almost defeated, dregs of what it once was, licking its wounds and plotting vengeance. And so the fate of Mandalore is pushed back by nearly two years. Two years as Kyr’stad lays its trap on a snowy planet. It seems that Arla’s vengeance has simply postponed the haran be haat’ade. But in those two years, the galaxy carries on as normal, Mandalore only a tiny piece in its cogs. Which is how it came to be that on 42 BBY, Galidraan, an older, more scarred Jango Fett comes face to face with Padawan Learner Obi-Wan Kenobi.

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Kyr'stad - Death Watch
haat mando'ade - True Mandalorians
mand'alor - leader
aruetii mando'ade - traitorous Mandalorians (aruetii -> foreigner/traitor, mando'ade -> Mandalorians (children of Mandalore))
haran be haat'ade - destruction of the True Mandalorians (haran -> destruction, be -> of, haat'ade -> shorthand of haat mando'ade)