A new bond
Harrison Vizsla stepped off the transport ship and onto the familiar soil of Concordia, the air thick with the scent of metal and oil. It felt good to be back among the warriors of Death Watch, but he was different now. The time spent on Yavin 4 had transformed him. He was no longer just a young boy trying to find his place; he was a warrior, trained in the ways of the Force and armed with knowledge that could change the fate of the Mandalorians.
As he entered the camp, the buzz of activity surrounded him. Warriors trained with blasters, and the sounds of clanging metal filled the air as new armor pieces were forged. Bo-Katan spotted him immediately, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She rushed over, her armor gleaming in the sunlight.
“Harrison!” she exclaimed, wrapping him in a quick hug before stepping back to examine him. “You’re back! Tell me everything!”
He couldn’t help but smile. “It’s good to see you, Bo. I’ve learned so much.”
They found a quiet corner away from the bustling training grounds, where Harrison recounted the events of his time on Yavin 4. He shared his encounters with the Force ghosts, the secrets of the Jedi and Sith, and the knowledge of Mandalorian history that he had gained.
“Tarre Vizsla, Revan, Satele Shan, and Darth Nox,” he said, the names rolling off his tongue like sacred titles. “They taught me about the balance of the Force and the significance of our history as Mandalorians. They told me of a prophecy, about a warrior that will restore our people to their power and end the battle between the light and the dark. They told me it’s me, that the force has chosen me to be its champion.’
Her eyes widened in a mix of shock and admiration. “You’re the chosen one?”
“I am,” he replied, the gravity of his destiny weighing on him.
Her gaze searched his face, looking for any doubt. But all she found was a steely resolve.
“Harrison, your my best friend, I’ve known you for years, you are a true mandalorian, I believe you. And I’ll stand by you, no matter what,” Bo-Katan declared, her voice unwavering. “We’re in this together. If you’re the chosen one, we’ll fight for our people together.”
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything else was forgotten. Then, without warning, Bo leaned in and kissed him, her lips pressing gently against his. Harry felt his heart jump in his chest—a mix of shock and elation. The bond they had formed in the crucible of battle had deepened into something more profound, something that transcended friendship.
As they pulled back, a golden thread of light shimmered into existence, connecting their hearts for a brief, dazzling instant. It was as if the universe itself had acknowledged the connection between them. Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the thread dissipated, leaving only a faint warmth in its wake.
Realizing the significance of this moment, Harry took a deep breath. "Bo," he began, his voice filled with newfound understanding. "You're one of my soul mates—the one who balances the light and dark within me."
Her eyes searched his, a mix of confusion and wonder. "What does that mean?" she asked, her hand resting on the place where the thread had once been.
Harrison took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "The Force ghosts spoke of three soul mates, one for each aspect of the force—light, dark, and grey. You, Bo, you are my grey. Our bond is strong, and together, we can face any challenge."
Her eyes searched his, and she nodded solemnly. "Then let’s do this," she said, her voice strong and steady. "We'll find the others, and together, we'll fulfill the prophecy."
Their conversation was interrupted by the approach of Pre Vizsla. The leader of Death Watch had a keen eye for talent and had noticed the change in Harry’s demeanor. "What happened on Yavin 4, my son?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Harrison shared his experiences in the cave, the training he had received, and the prophecy that had been revealed to him. Pre Vizsla listened intently, his gaze never leaving Harry’s eyes. When Harry finished speaking, the silence was palpable. Finally, the leader spoke. "The Force has indeed chosen you, young one. Your destiny is great, and your path will not be easy."
"But we must be cautious," Pre Vizsla continued, his expression growing serious. "The Jedi, the Republic, and even the New Mandalorians will seek to interfere with your destiny. For now, it is best to keep this knowledge between us. We cannot risk them using this information to manipulate us or to harm our people."
Harrison nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of his father's words. He knew that the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty. Yet, he felt an unshakeable resolve growing within him.
"Father, I wish to form my own commando unit," Harrison announced, his voice firm. "We must prepare for the battles to come." “We will operate as an elite special forces/ commando unit!”
Pre Vizsla studied him for a long moment before nodding in approval. "It is a wise decision," he said. "We must be ready to seize any opportunity that arises. I shall grant you permission to form your squad."