Epilogue

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"What brings you to me?" a Mandalorian with hues of black and red stated, sitting on an edgy rocky throne.

"You want to get rid of the royal family, don't you." the young Viszla questions.

"What of it?"

"Some of your goons tried taking Aeja and me out."

"Oh right." he chuckled. "That was you."

"I want in."

"Oh?"

"Aeja broke my heart and ran away with a stranger. Din Djarin broke my clan's trust in me. I want payback."

"I see I see." he nodded his head, "Clan Viszla and Clan Saxon. Two clans that have been tethered, torn, and destroyed by Mandalorian clans for centuries. Why don't we give them a taste of our pain."

"What did you have in mind?"

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