Ferrigo Prosstang

"Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today...PAY ME." -- Ferrigo Prosstang to the Quarren swindler Baa Tooie, after completing a tracking contract in 25 BBY.

"Your Highness, there is no honor in slaughtering innocents - especially our own people. Any persons or groups who would represent themselves as honorable Mandalorian warriors would understand this. Death Watch exist as traitors to all Mando'ade." -- Ferrigo Prosstang, as CEO of Prosstang Industries, to Duchess Satine Kryze, 25 BBY.





"Your Highness, there is no honor in slaughtering innocents - especially our own people. Any persons or groups who would represent themselves as honorable Mandalorian warriors would understand this. Death Watch exist as traitors to all Mando'ade." -- Ferrigo Prosstang, as CEO of Prosstang Industries, to Duchess Satine Kryze, 25 BBY.

"Oh, I'll do the job.  And do it clean.  Payment is half a million in Troiken spice now, and the remainder of the contract amount within two hours of my notification of completion. And don't come looking for me at any point in order to renegotiate terms. I'll see you within two weeks." -- Ferrigo Prosstang to Anurgga, a Hutt of the Besadii-Diori Clan.

Early Childhood (68 - 61 BBY)  Ferrigo Prosstang was born of the Mandalorian Clan Prosstang at the Prosstang Estate near Keldabe, Mandalore in 68 BBY. His father, Q'osstigo, though trained as a warrior when young by the brothers of his own father, was limited in his experience of combat as an adult. The elder Prosstang was occupied fully with expanding and consolidating resource extraction and manufacturing interests throughout the Mandalore System and beyond under the umbrella of Prosstang Industries. With recent ancestors tied to the Ordo and Skirata clans, Ferrigo's mother Signara Ordo was an influential advisor to the New Mandalorian government for a great number of years on domestic trade and education policies.

At the age of seven, Ferrigo pleaded with his parents to send him to receive warrior training. While this was illegal under New Mandalorian rule, both of his parents consented to have their son train on Concord Dawn with someone affiliated with a regular client of Prosstang Industries. His parents never shared with anyone, including Ferrigo, the fact that the Jedi Order had visited a few years before asking to take the young Prosstang to Coruscant for training. Nor that Ferrigo's grandmother on his mother's line beyond being a nurse had been a great shamanic healer in private circles.

 Warrior Training, Battle of Concord Dawn and Early Friendships (61 - 52 BBY)

Ferrigo trained under the Mand'alor, acclaimed among the clans as the greatest warrior of his time, Jaster Mereel from 61 BBY. Ferrigo demonstrated great aptitude and talent for strategy, tactics and various forms of combat. Mereel, once commented to his second-in-command Montross that young Prosstang showed the greatest promise among the trainees - including having certain abilities that few but Jedi were known to possess.Mereel took Prosstang under his wing with special interest. In 58 BBY, the Mandalorian Civil War began in earnest with the Battle of Concord Dawn. The terrorist Death Watch attacked storage facilities and homes associated with True Mandalorians. With a handful of other young warriors, the ten year-old Ferrigo was tasked by Mereel with guarding the main outpost. Under heavy assault, the outpost was breached with explosives and his friends were soon killed by Death Watch commandos. Ferrigo escaped through a trap-door to a secret underground tunnel after killing two enemies. He received orders via comlink from Mereel to meet at the edge of the nearby small town with an extra set of small sized gear. When they were reunited, Mereel and company had an eight year-old farm boy with them - named Jango Fett. In a surprise retaliation attack, Fett exacted revenge for the death of his family, and Mereel's True Mandalorians routed their enemies who were prematurely celebrating victory. Jango was adopted by Mereel as his own son and heir. Through the next few years, despite the jealous efforts of Montross to create dissention between them, Ferrigo would become close friends with Jango. Though they had a friendly rivalry to push each other to become their best, Prosstang accepted that his younger friend would someday succeed Mereel, just as he would someday succeed his own father as a leader of clan and industry.

 Left Behind on Korda 6 (52 BBY) In 52 BBY, the True Mandalorians under Jaster Mereel responded to a rescue call regarding a detachment of Kordan Defense Force rookies reportedly under heavy fire by insurgents on Korda 6. Ferrigo was re-assigned by request to Montross and his aerial-attack Vertigo Squad, while Mereel was to lead the heavy infantry unit, the Headhunters Squad, and Jango Fett was given command of the rear-guard unit, Jango's Grunts. Prior to boarding, Mereel approached Prosstang and then Fett, imploring each of them to make him proud. As the scene unfolded it became clear that the distress call was a ploy in an elaborate trap, from the moment the landing ships entered the atmosphere of Korda 6 under heavy anti-air artillery fire to the exceptionally heavy and accurate ground fire in each of the landing zones. Upon landing, Prosstang survived a rake of turbo lasers and concussive blasts from an enemy gun emplacement, only by a revelatory leap to the safety of thick cluster of trees. The gun emplacement was unaccounted for in the mission plans in the sector Montross assigned him. When he awoke from unconsciousness, Ferrigo also found that his armor systems were not functioning properly, and that the connection to his jetpack was broken.

Prosstang carefully returned to the edge of the kill zone and found his cousin, Lu'uk Ordo, wounded severely with a blast wound to his leg.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Mir'shebika! "

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Lu'uk: "Jare'osika…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "We've been betrayed! That-"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Lu'uk: "Mont...tross…It was Montross."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Yes! My helmet com isn't working, I have to go warn Mereel and Jango!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Lu'uk: "I am dying ner'vodika…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">At that moment, Ferrigo focused his intention on healing Lu'uk and began to chant a song that he had no recollection of hearing before. In his mind, he heard a woman speaking to him - guiding him. Heat breathed through his hands and he began repeatedly chanting her voice as his hands moved above Lu'uk's leg:

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: " Go'iviinkadla go'iviinkadla be jehaala be jehaala…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Lu'uk: "Fer'gie...I am...so cold...but my leg, I...feel warmer…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Grandmother is bringing you healing, ner'vodika. You must rest."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Stunned, Ferrigo stood up carefully.Lu'uk's leg wound had been sealed and appeared swollen but not dark.Ferrigo covered his cousin up to the neck with a camoflage blanket from Lu'uk's pack before taking a look around. It appeared that there were no combatants in the area, and no weapons could be heard. The nearby gun emplacement was silent, and the barrels of the weapons appeared to have been shattered or bent. But something was clear after several hours. Lu'uk and Ferrigo had been left behind; betrayed by Montross.

<p style="margin:0in;margin-left:.375in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> How I jumped over 10 meters into the middle canopy of a tree without a functioning jetpack...and healing my cousin's bleeding leg...only later would I better understand what happened that day. -- Ferrigo Prosstang in a family archive data log

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> Rescued by a Jedi - Revelations and Wisdom (52 - 51 BBY) <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Uncharacteristically, Ferrigo lost consciousness on Korda 6 after returning to Lu'uk from his fruitless search for comrades and enemies. He awoke to find himself helmet-less and bound in a seat aboard some sort of starship. A tall bearded man with long brown hair tied into a braid paced before him. From the weapon attached to his belt, he appeared to be a Jedi. He was examining the dark blade especially made for him by his father as a mark of passing into adulthood.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Where am I and who are you?!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jedi: "You are aboard a Corellian Consular Class Cruiser and I am Qui-Gon Jinn. You have much to explain. Particularly your possession of this [brandished Ferrigo's replica dark saber, produced by Prosstang Industries]."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I say nothing."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "Clearly, you are Mandalorian. But I find it peculiar that you have a strong relationship to the Force. That is how I found you ." He continued pacing in front of Prosstang, "Though this is very similar to what I seek, it is not what I was looking for. "

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "That was a gift from my father."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "Are you a Vizsla?" Ferrigo: "No. I am not."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "You will tell me who you are...and how this was made."[the Jedi gently waved the fingers of his left hand toward Prosstang]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I will tell you because I choose to. I am young, but not weak of mind, Jedi...I am Ferrigo Prosstang. Though I know of shared lineage with the Viszla family going far back, I do not know of the original weapon's location. That is what you want to know, isn't it?" [Ferrigo grinned and waved his fingers across the Jedi's field of view as he looked at the Mandalorian]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "Don't take me for a fool, youngling. Even though you are Force-sensitive, you and your friend would have been killed had I not found you. It was no mistake that I found you. It was the will of the Force, and your use of it."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">It took several minutes for Ferrigo to speak again.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Where is my master? Where is my cousin? What happened?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "I believe your leader was killed. By another Mandalorian wearing black armor of the same type. A Viszla. Tor Viszla. Death Watch, I believe I heard. Another heavy-set man, wearing much the same armor as yourself, with a jet pack, came to him some time later."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Montross..." [Ferrigo's shoulders lowered, his hands covering his face]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "I don't seek to harm you. I sense that you are reasonable. I will remove your bonds and we may continue our discussion."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After Lu'uk was left with a friend of the Jedi on Baroli to be returned to Mandalore, Qui-Gon Jinn took Ferrigo to Chardaan. A conversation began between the two that carried on for several months, as Ferrigo wished to learn more about the Force and how he could use it. Jinn provided guidance and mentorship, while seeming to seek answers in why Prosstang would have such unknown Force abilities. As Jinn set to depart from the spaceport at Sundari:

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Qui-Gon...Am I to become a Jedi?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "No. I am afraid you are too old to begin training. That much is clear. But you wield the potential for much power, Ferrigo. With such power comes responsibility. You must be mindful of your focus, for it shapes your reality. If you are not careful, you may cause grave damage to others. And yourself."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Do you have an apprentice?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "No. And I will not take an apprentice. When I have the time, I will meet with you to talk with you about relating your gifts to your environment. As I said some time ago, it is the will of the Force that we met. You must allow yourself to concentrate on your relationship to the Force. Meditate as I have shown you. Clear your mind of all else."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Do Jedi marry or have families?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "None who serve as Jedi Knights may serve another than their Master or the Jedi Council. Attachments become the true masters of those who would otherwise seek harmony with the Living Force."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "You spoke of the Dark Side. Do attachments always lead those with strong connection to the Force to the Dark Side?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "It is hard to say. The teachings for a Jedi are clear. But life and the Living Force are more complex. My feelings tell me that marriage and family provide fodder for pain and loss. I have at times come close to others. My Masters have taught me that these are arteries to fear, anger, hate and suffering - which have in memory always led to the Dark Side of the Force. For personal power and the causing of misery to others."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "And…" Jinn: "You are not a Jedi Knight, Ferrigo. You must follow your own path. Do not become consumed with your emotions of the moment. This must be as true for a good Mandalorian soldier as for a Jedi."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "The principles of my mentor would have us be honorable warriors, placing a code of ethical behaviors toward self, fellow soldiers and society ahead of a desire for power. Everything the Death Watch is not."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jinn: "He sounds like a wise and honorable man. I am sorry for you and your people that he no longer walks in this galaxy. But you may follow his principles. Meditate on your relationship to the Force. You may become better able to hear the will of the Force, and your Grandmother may speak to you…Farewell, young Prosstang. And stay out of trouble."

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> Return Home to True Mandalorians and Victory (51 - 47 BBY)

Coming Home
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Nearly a year had passed from the Battle of Korda 6 when Ferrigo returned to Mandalore. His father and mother received him at the family estate with astonishment. The son they had believed dead told his parents that he had been betrayed to the Death Watch and that he spent the last year preparing for his return.His mother pressed slightly:

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Signara: "You seem...different, Ferrigo…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "I heard that Jaster Mereel died in battle. And that a few of his own men might have been responsible. Do you know anything about this?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "The only one I know of was Montross. He set me up to be killed. He got me reassigned to his command and my equipment didn't function when our unit was dropped into the kill zone of a turbo laser bunker. Equipment that our own company produced. I'm lucky to be alive."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Signara: "As was your cousin Lu'uk. Until a few months ago…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "He was taken out by a bounty hunter. Word has gone around that you and Lu'uk were in league with Death Watch on that mission to Korda 6. We have been the subject of a lot of unfriendly attention."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Montross would have everyone believe that. He didn't expect us to survive to tell our stories. But the 'word' you have heard is untrue."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "Your mother and I, and others of the clan have been receiving death threats."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Tell me, Father. Do you do business with the Clan Vizsla?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "Why, I don't know, though I suppose it's possible. Our employees take orders, write invoices, make sales to customers who prefer little fanfare in their purchases. What does it matter?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Tor Vizsla is an important man within Death Watch."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "I’m not entirely surprised. He has a reputation for being rash and uncivil. I'm not proud that the Vizslas are distant cousins to us…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "He is a RUTHLESS KILLER!!! And a TRAITOR to our people!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Signara: "Please calm down, Ferrigo."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Father, I would consider your dealings more carefully. Tor Vizsla and his goons tried to kill me. They are trying to overthrow the government!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "Not that I know any better, but Ferrigo...his money would be as good as any other money. Historically, the Prosstangs have sold fine weapons and armor to those who can afford them. No questions asked. It is not the moral mission and not within the powers of our business to choose how they are used...nor who would use them."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I will find the extent of the betrayal on Korda 6. I will find the sources of these threats against our clan, and restore the honor of our name."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "We have never faced such an internal division among the warrior class in Mandalore, Ferrigo. You must understand how difficult and compromising this so-called civil war has been for our business in the eyes of the New Mandalorian government. Prosstang Industries is short on capital to secure several important mineral rights contracts. These rights would allow us to diversify our portfolio away from these pressing questions of policy and risk. But we need to make sales. We need to acquire mining rights and sites for chemical processing factories. It is and has been the future of Prosstang Industries."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Know this, Father. If this company is to succeed in good honor to the Prosstang name in my time, I will not have it through dealings with Death Watch. Until my time, any deals with the Clan Vizsla shall not be safely transacted after receipt of merchandise."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "You must make peace with the fact that when you are in business, business comes first. And not all Vizslas are like Tor."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I won't get in the way of business until business is done, Father. I think you should avoid cocktails and dinners with customers with known links to Death Watch. They will not be safe affairs."

Correcting the Record
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After several communications, Jango Fett would receive Ferrigo at his discreetly located apartment in one of the warehousing districts of Sundari. Fett and three of their comrades were present, all in modest street clothing, including Fett's second-in-command, Myles, and Silas, who had always seemed to be a little too reverent toward Jango. The third was Ijaat Kabur. At over 40 years of age at that time, the heavily-bearded Kabur was factually an elder of the remaining True Mandalorians. Ferrigo had always found Beviin to be professional, highly-skilled and good humored. Despite the established friendships among the gathering, tension was in the air:

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Jango, I respect the memory of Jaster Mereel.And the relationship you and he had, son to father.You know that Montross tried to drive a wedge between us and Jaster. I have respect for you, ner'vod. We are different in methods you and I. But we are like brothers. We both believe in the Supercommando Codex. That there is honor and being prepared to protect those who would be otherwise defenseless. I seek to even the score with Montross and Vizsla and Death Watch for what they have done to our cause and to my name."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "I hear you are a busy man. This is not a weekend warrior cause, Prosstang. But you are welcomed back nonetheless for what time you have. You must be ready to fight at any moment."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I am ready. And I will see that we are well-supplied."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "...Ferrigo.  Jaster once told me that he held you in highest regard as a skilled and cunning warrior. Don't lose your focus, ner'vod."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Two hours later, Ferrigo emerged a bit more reassured, having shared his experience on Korda 6 and learned from Fett that Montross had through other channels implicated Prosstang and Lu'uk Ordo in the betrayal of Mereel and the others. But the matter had been cleared up, with Fett and Prosstang once again friends and comrades-in-arms.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Under Jango's leadership, the True Mandalorians would score a series of victories against Death Watch during the next six years. <span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Ferrigo, Kabur, young Jannigo Prosstang and a few other notable cousins, and comrades distinguished themselves through their loyalty, cunning strategy, and resourceful tenacity in combat. Tor Vizsla was known to have survived these defeats, but Death Watch was silenced by mid-47 BBY.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> Risky Business (47 - 45 BBY) <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">With apparent quieting of the Mandalorian Civil War, Q'osstigo, as CEO, and his brother Rappretto Prosstang, as Chief Financial Officer, approached Ferrigo about taking a more active role in Prosstang Industries. Ferrigo agreed to expand his responsibilities and dedicate more time to learning the ropes of the family business. From Q’osstigo, he learned how to the generally assess mineral qualities, selecting appropriate chemicals and technologies for extracting and refining raw materials for production, and the design of weapons and armor systems. From his uncle Rappretto, he learned about labor relations, contract negotiations and identifying opportunities for reducing costs and maximizing profits. It was during this time that Ferrigo and Rappretto’s son, Jannigo Prosstang were also contracted by Prosstang Industries, along with several of their True Mandalorian vode to provide security for the Prosstang Industries fleet of freighters.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">In 47 BBY, Q'osstigo, Rappretto and their sons attended a dinner with two Republic Senators and several representatives and client executives of MandalMotors, BlasTech Industries, Merr-Sonn Munitions, Czerka Arms, Mitrinomon Transports, the Mining Guild, the Commerce Guild, Techno Union and Corporate Alliance at the Prosstang Chateau on Concordia, Mandalore's inhabitable moon. Concordia was the former primary beskar lode for many mines, including those of Prosstang Industries. Beyond the pleasantries, meal and refreshments, the themes of the meeting were focused on weapons manufacturing and securing ore mining rights with minimal taxation.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Lorca Oviedo: "Oviedo Engineering pledges its support for Prosstang Industries in securing ore mining rights on Bandomeer. Lord Prosstang has convinced me that his business model can work - bridging the gap between the miners' representation of Arcona and Offworld Mining, and addressing the high costs and inefficiencies." Q'osstigo: "Thank you, Oviedo…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Rappretto Prosstang: "<span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">It will only be a matter of time until the Arcona union leadership sees the benefits of agreeing to our contract terms.   Offworld Mining cannot meet those terms. They’re tied up with interrupted operations throughout the Expansion Region."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Wat Tambor: "The Techno Union seeks lower prices on raw materials. I have been pre-authorized to offer our support for the Prosstang Industries proposal to restore price stability on Bandomeer."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Palpatine, Senator from Naboo: "If I may interject. <span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Despite the most reasonable solution and capacity to carry it out, support from the Senate might be difficult to obtain for Prosstang Industries. Though the people of Bandomeer are firmly in the grip of Offworld Mining, there is an insurgency movement there. Should the Senate agree to a resolution, the likely involvement of the Jedi Council in Bandomeer's affairs as brokers of peace might complicate matters of industry and trade."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "What worries should we have with the Jedi?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Palpatine: "Young Master Prosstang? There is but one worry. The Jedi, though powerful and well-intentioned, have a reputation for treading heavily in delicate matters."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Shu Mai: "Then what do you propose, Senator? The Commerce Guild has resources committed to acquiring the ore. We too feel that the Prosstang Industries proposal is most reasonable."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Palpatine: "Patience. That will be your ally. Within the week, I will talk with my colleagues in the Senate. There is a matter for the Appropriations Committee that needs to be addressed regarding additional protection of hyperspace travel along the Hydian Way."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Wat Tambor: "That would *clik-bzzz-bweep* lead to increased transport costs to us..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Oviedo: "Doesn't Prosstang Industries have its own contracted security?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "Well...[hands expanding outward facing up]"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Leaning forward] "Yes, we have access to the best cargo insurance firm in the Outer Rim, if not the galaxy."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Palpatine: [Lips tightened at the corners into a smirk] "The Jedi?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">[Laughter around the table]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Ferrigo: "Mandalorian contractors." [Shooting a glare at Palpatine, then looking across the room toward Jannigo, who even at 16 years old appeared a fearsome sight in his Mandalorian armor.]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Palpatine: [Looking to Q'osstigo and Rappretto] "Lord Prosstang, you may wish to consider adding your son to the list of silent partners seated here. His talk of Mandalorian mercenaries would be most unsettling in the vaunted chambers of the Galactic Senate, and would certainly attract complications for Mandalore and much more. Complications that might greatly reduce the benefits of the arrangements you seek to offer all of the parties here, as well as the general welfare of Outer Rim systems." [Ferrigo glowered a shade of dark pink, somewhat lessened by the growth of a short, but full beard. Ferrigo shook his head slightly after seeing his young cousin begin to raise his blaster rifle.]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Shu Mai: "Senator. What do you propose?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Wat Tambor: "Who shall provide the needed protection? Our member manufacturers can create droid security units...but that is not legal."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Palpatine: "I'm not sure of the options. The Chommel Sector has had some benefit in working with the Trade Federation and its limited allowance for security units to protect its vessels and facilities from piracy..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Shu Mai: [Incredulous] "That is a non-starter. The Trade Federation have no strength in leadership. The Commerce Guild Punitive Security Forces could supplement the resources of Prosstang Industries."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Palpatine: "The Trade Federation have the ears of the Senate. Their representative, Nute Gunray, has been very convincing in sharing the concerns of many regarding increased challenges to maintaining safe and reliable transit of goods from the Outer Rim to the Core Worlds. For their faults, the Trade Federation maintains the best available information about hyperspace travel throughout the Mid- to Outer Rim. The Republic has no standing army to protect any lanes of commerce. And, Presidente Mai, the PSF will certainly not be held above suspicion for its lack of responsiveness to a string of recent incidents. Incidents where pirates terrorized vessels of Guild members, whom have exasperatingly claimed that they were only weeks late in paying their dues."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Oviedo: "I don't see the need to bring in the Trade Federation. Not now."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Wat Tambor: "Senator Palpatine has a point. And the Prosstang proposal will reap *bzz-wheen* great rewards for our combine. I suggest we contact the Trade Federation. We need to have their expertise in navigating the hyperlanes safely."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Shu Mai: "I have reservations. But the Commerce Guild will be open to discussions with the Trade Federation on security and shipping, only if Lord Prosstang approves."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Palpatine: "You have much to discuss. I, however, must take my leave for Coruscant. The Outer Rim territories should benefit from your agreements here. Safe travels to us all."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Q'osstigo: "Allow me to see you out, Senator. ..[walking Palpatine to the entry, with Ferrigo]...Thank you for attending."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Palpatine: "Master Prosstang. I'd like have a word alone with your most noble father, the Lord Prosstang." <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Though curious and nursing a bruised ego, Ferrigo left his father to talk with the Senator from Naboo.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> Fateful Battle of Galidraan (44 BBY) <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Many True Mandalorians had been working independently on contracts for armed escort, military training, bodyguard work, and bounty hunting since mid-47 BBY when they received a call from Jango regarding an insurrection on Galidraan. The Governor of Galidraan was hiring Fett and the True Mandalorians to put down the insurgents.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After handling the rebels over the period of a few days, Fett, Ferrigo, Jannigo, Ijaat Kabur, Silas and another of Ferrigo's cousins of the Clan Ordo boarded their Mandalorian speeders and made their way to the Governor's castle to collect payment. On their way, they slowed as they saw a number of dead civilians, including women and children, sprawled and curled in the streets from blaster wounds and scorching from flame-throwers.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Cousin Ordo: "Jango! Ijaat! Snake (Ferrigo's nickname)! These are victims of wrist-blasters and wrist-torches!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Mandalorian work."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ijaat Kabur: "Haar'chak! Women...children...!" Jannigo Prosstang: “Iba’rang!!” Ferrigo: "Death Watch are here. I sense Viszla's presence." Silas: "Pross! What are you talking about?!" Ferrigo: “This is his handiwork…” Cousin Ordo: "LOOK!! Corelllian Consular Cruisers!!" Jannigo: “ORI’HAAR’CHAAK!!” Ferrigo: "Jedi. I have a bad feeling about this."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Snake, Crack-Shot (Ordo's nickname), let's go. Silas, Ijaat, Prst'adika (Jannigo's nickname) stay here and establish a link to the drop ship. We need to be prepared to bug out."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The Governor's retinue welcomed the True Mandalorian warriors into the castle's great hall.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Governor: "Welcome, Fett...and friends."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Payment. And the whereabouts of Tor Vizsla."

<p style="margin:0in;margin-left:.375in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango, Ferrigo and Crack-Shot Ordo readied their weapons.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Governor: "That won't be necessary."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "We will not leave until we are paid in full."

<p style="margin:0in;margin-left:.375in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A figure in jet-black Mandalorian armor, followed by at least ten other figures wearing similarly colored armor emerged from a curtain on the other side of the hall. <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tor Vizsla: "Then you will never leave here!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Blaster fire lit the room to a near unbearable brightness. The sound, smoke, odor and flame of jet packs igniting and flaring also filled out the scene. Crack-Shot Ordo and Prosstang wore pure beskar'gam armor that deflected several shots into their surroundings. The heat of the flames practically made the great hall an oven. Escaping from the great hall, the True Mandalorians ran toward the front entrance. Sensing that the doors would be sealed, Ferrigo yelled for his comrades to leap to the sides as he bent down at the waist and launched his missile from the jet pack toward the control panel. A 'foom-and-crack' of an explosion pinned Ferrigo to the floor and slammed Ordo lifeless into the wall while Fett made his escape through the yawning doors.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "We have to get back to Silas, Myles and the others!! There's no reception on the com!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo awoke from unconsciousness to find himself in shackles in a poorly lit dungeon. Between interrogation and torture sessions, Ferrigo meditated on the Force. Vizsla determined that he was a Prosstang by his insignia. Prosstang revealed nothing more. Within a few weeks, he knew that he had been joined by Jango Fett, Prst'adika, Crack-Shot Ordo, Kabur, Silas and a few others as prisoners of the Governor of Galidraan. They spoke very little among themselves before being shipped to slavers throughout the galaxy. The True Mandalorians were finished under Jango Fett.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> From Slavery to Freedom, the Marriage of Ferrigo & Lorakada, and The Ropes of Business (44 - 39 BBY)

From Slavery to Freedom
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo's path as a slave took him to Nal Hutta. After six months in service to Gardulla the Hutt as a major domo, he was sold to an unnamed member of the Commerce Guild. Thinking that his was a stroke of great fortune, Ferrigo would be sadly disappointed. He was soon ransomed to his family for several million Republic credits and a significant transfer of shares in Prosstang Industries to an anonymous holding company. He later found out that his cousins, Jannigo and Crack-Shot Ordo, were included in the ransom deal.

Marriage of Ferrigo & Lorakada
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Late in 42 BBY, Ferrigo met a young, beautiful and enchanting dark-haired woman, a distant cousin from Concord Dawn by the name Lorakada Neviik. They met while on a mission to reclaim a shipment of spice from Weequay pirates, and ensured the delivery was made as directed to Tatooine. Both had been hired by Jabba the Hutt. They succeeded in their mission, and married within weeks of their return to Mandalore. Though Ferrigo and Lorakada would have preferred a small ceremony, his parents insisted on a large wedding on Concordia with many guests, including representatives from many of the Mandalorian clans, the Republic Senate, the Mining Guild, the Commerce Guild, Techno Union, InterGalactic Banking Clan and Trade Federation. As the reception wound down, he was approached by an older gentleman who had earlier introduced himself as Jedi Master Dooku. <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Again, congratulations on your nuptials."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Thank you."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I am impressed."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "With?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "A handsome man with a beautiful young wife. You are to become leader of your clan, as well the chief executive of an industrial firm with growing influence beyond the Outer Rim. As Count of Serenno, I may be able to be of some help to you in securing rights for mining and locating manufacturing facilities."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "My father handles these matters…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I believe your father may already be too deep in the sway of the politics of the Core Systems to be sensitive to the more modest means of those systems in the Outer Rim...I also hear you were quite lucky to survive Galidraan. I was led to believe that Jango Fett was the only Mandalorian to survive that sad affair."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "What are you talking about?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Some of my fellow Jedi also survived that treacherous engagement."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "The memory of what those Jedi did will not fade, Dooku."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "My former Padawan learner, Qui-Gon Jinn, and I have come to believe that it was a most unwise decision of the Jedi Council to support Galidraan's corrupt governor."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Fett and his warriors were set up by Death Watch, a terrorist group. Death Watch executed civilians in the streets. Was your former Padawan one of the Jedi on Galidraan?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I cannot say for sure. The Jedi are not always keepers of the peace - in fact, we are sometimes the pawns of dubious claimants of raw power."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I can't disagree."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku's eyebrow raised slightly. The conversation continued, but Ferrigo provided no more detail nor information about Jango Fett. Primarily because he didn't sense that he could fully trust the old Jedi. But also because Prosstang didn't know any more than a Sundari droid repair technician about Fett's whereabouts. Before his gracious departure, Dooku stated that he might wish to contact Ferrigo in the future about business matters.

The Ropes of Business
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">For the next four years, Ferrigo reasserted himself to learn and grow in responsibility as the future head of Prosstang Industries. He sought as much information as he could about the business and its business partners. Though he had a head for business, he maintained connections to his cousins and occasionally carried out short-term contracts as a gun-for-hire. He shared his concerns with Jannigo and Crack-Shot Ordo about the corporate corruption of the Commerce Guild, and the extent of its reach. After a long discussion, they agreed that despite their own ransoming by the Commerce Guild, that the CG could be an excellent source for future mercenary work.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> The Company Man, the Death of Q'osstigo and Birth of Children (38 - 33 BBY)

Company Man
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Prosstang Industries had been increasingly successful in securing mining rights agreements outside of Mandalore during the period between 43 BBY and 38 BBY, including the lucrative ores of Bandomeer. Ferrigo had settled into his role as Chief Operating Officer of Prosstang Industries, while obtaining and completing contract work as a bounty hunter and occasional mercenary and trainer for short-term engagements. He and Lorakada became parents in 39 BBY, to their first daughter, Handalora.

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Death of Q'osstigo
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After an extended lobbying visit to Coruscant, Q'osstigo and Rappretto Prosstang returned to the Prosstang Estate. In their Prosstang Castle suite, Q’osstigo told his wife, Signara, that he did not feel well. Within a day, he was unable to leave his bed. Ferrigo returned from vacation with Lorakada and the baby to find Q'osstigo pale, trembling and withdrawn. Q'osstigo shared a few words with Ferrigo and perished, having acknowledged Ferrigo as the Chief Executive Officer of Prosstang Industries and as Leader of the Clan Prosstang. The same condition had struck Rappretto, and his wife passed news from the Prosstang Palace that her husband, Jannigo’s father, had died from a mysterious and uncharted illness. Ferrigo called for a coroner to conduct autopsies. Neither of the autopsies was conclusive. By Mando’a custom, Ferrigo accepted the bundle of family and clan artifacts from his father's oldest surviving sister, Juu’hiik Prosstang-Regg, as Rappretto was the last of his uncles, the others having died within the last five years. A short time later, the largely-attended joint memorial for Q'osstigo and Rappretto was held, attended by representatives of most Clan Prosstang families in the Mandalorian Sector, as well as all of the Mandalorian nobility including the young leader of the New Mandalorian government, Duchess Satine Kryze, and her younger siblings, Bo-Katan Kryze and Koku-Pelff Kryze. Members of the Republic Senate in the Outer Rim, Mandalorian clans, Commerce Guild, Techno Union and Trade Federation were also present to offer condolences.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Satine:  “I’m sorry for your loss, Ferrigo. I too lost my father. You shall soon be titled as Baron Prosstang, as your father and grandfathers were before you.” Ferrigo: “They…were…” Jannigo: [enters the conversation after listening at the side] “Duchess, our fathers were murdered!” Satine:     “Jannigo Prosstang, that can’t be possible on Mandalore!” Ferrigo:  “Duchess, we believe they were both poisoned during their business trip to the Core Worlds. They died later at the Prosstang Estate. The coroner assigned from Central Intelligence Forensic Investigations in Sundari turned up nothing.” Jannigo:  “We won’t rest, your Highness. We will take matters into our own hands if we need to.” Satine:    “Violence is not the answer, Jannigo. Rappretto and Q’osstigo Prosstang were good men. Good Mandalorians. You and your cousin shall carry forward their titles and reputations. Do not spoil their memories by bringing shameful violence to our homeworlds.” Ferrigo:  “Your Highness, you know that we hold our privileges in high regard. But as leaders of the Clan Prosstang, we cannot rest until justice has been done.” Bo-Katan: [ambling into the conversation, smelling strongly of tihaar, she leaned in toward Jannigo and Ferrigo. In a low, growling voice, she said] “Me’vaar ti gar? Her? She’ll do NOTHING. The chakaare that did this to your fathers? She won’t raise a finger. OUR father DIED. At the hands of foreign beasts with common blades.” Satine:    “Enough!” Bo-Katan: [straightening with legs slightly apart and shoulders broader for balance, pointing at Satine] “MAKE. ME. STOP.” Ferrigo:  “Jan’k, please take Bo'ka for a walk.” Jannigo:  “Elek.” Bo-Katan: [While being escorted by Jannigo toward the exit]“K'oyacyi, Mando’ade!! I’ll be with YOU!!” Satine:  “I wish she wouldn’t act like that.” Ferrigo: “She has your father’s Mando’karla spirit.” Satine:  “She is reckless! Our people cannot fight. My father did not fight.” Ferrigo:  “We can fight when needed, Satine. We can fight away from home. We can compete in galactic business. We can do so honorably. We won’t bring the fighting home. But we must be prepared to defend our homeworlds.” Satine:  “I find your ways of embracing violence and conflict deeply distasteful. [Pointing a finger at Ferrigo] Can YOU answer this for me, Ferrigo Prosstang? That neither YOU nor YOUR comrades killed my father?” Ferrigo:  “Two things, your Highness. If you want to know who killed your father, I can find out. And second, I protect those people and assets I care about. By any means necessary. If you, Bo-Katan and your brother need protection, I can arrange it. I am not looking to destabilize your government. Your ministers gossip too much. I want to find whoever is responsible for my father’s and uncle’s deaths.” Satine:  “I’m sorry, I lost my composure.” Ferrigo:  “We’ve lost our fathers.”

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Birth of Children
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">In the five years that followed, Ferrigo and Lorakada would have another three children after Handalora; Preniik, their first son, Noratine, their second daughter, and Jaster, their second son.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Periodically, Ferrigo would accept high-end mercenary contracts, frequently subcontracting them to his cousins, Jannigo, Crack-Shot Ordo, Arrif Bolts'kan, Tan'ek Trat'tu or another of the small number of remaining True Mandalorians. However, much of his time following his father's death was spent running Prosstang Industries. Many challenges would lie ahead in the world of business.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> The Darkest Years (33 - 32 BBY)

A Rare and Peculiar Offer
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Prosstang was approached at Prosstang Industries headquarters in Keldabe by the Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas in 33 BBY with an odd proposal: to become the template for warrior clones.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Why me?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "Though you don't work frequently anymore, your past reputation as a powerful and cunning Mandalorian warrior...cannot be denied. You are a leader and a fierce combatant."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I hardly know you. How do you know me? And how would you know my work schedule?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "It should come as no surprise to you that you have been of interest to the Jedi Order since you were a youngling. Your parents refused your entry into the Order when you were not much older than an infant. I must also say, that in your presence, the Force reveals much to those who are attuned to receive."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I'm not sure I like the idea of having copies of myself wandering the galaxy."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "There would be modifications to the master copy; to ensure that the clones would not be fully your equal."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I'm not interested."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "You haven't heard the offer."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I don't need to. I have other business to attend to, Master Jedi."

Decline of Prosstang Industries and Death of Signara
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A few months later, Ferrigo returned to Mandalore from tense negotiations involving the Mining Guild, the Commerce Guild, the Trade Federation and the Banking Clan. During these negotiations, he sought to identify the parties responsible for a recent string of misfortunes rocking the stability of Prosstang Industries. At the Galactic Court of Justice for Trade & Commerce on Coruscant, Prosstang Industries was being stripped of its mining contracts for Bandomeer, Allyuen, and several dozen other mineral-rich worlds under false accusations of bribery and extortion. Many Prosstang patents pending for mining machinery improvements were also declined by the Galactic Office of Patents on questionable evidence. It was during this time that Ferrigo's mother Signara passed away in her sleep. It would be a few days before he arrived home to arrange the funeral. Years later, Prosstang would regret not being with his mother at her passing. His cousin, Jannigo, who had himself learned much about running the business, carried out many of the duties as Ferrigo's attention flagged.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">While in Coruscant, Magister Hego Damask, a Muun and chief executive of Damask Holdings and a renowkned influence with the Banking Clan, approached Ferrigo with advice and a suggestion. Damask considered Prosstang Industries fortunate to have any net income at all given the financial strength and treachery of the Commerce Guild. Further, Damask's friends of the Banking Clan were cold toward the idea of lending credit to Prosstang Industries in the times of uncertainty ahead with many systems seeking to secede from the Republic.

An Opportunity of Danger
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Hego Damask suggested that Prosstang consider spending time seeking more work as a highly-paid bounty hunter - as there would be many parties interested in his services. Ferrigo was not entirely pleased to hear these words; feeling somewhat insulted as a businessman. As he looked upon the Muun, who wore an expansive and elegant cloak and was fitted with a breathing device that covered much of his neck and lower jaw, Ferrigo wondered about the rumored assassination attempt on Damask's life some twenty years prior.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After returning to Mandalore, Damask offered Prosstang via holoprojector the chance to make over eight million Republic credits for a one-off contract - with an advance of one million credits. His task was the removal, dead or alive, of a target who had become meddlesome in the affairs of the Banking Clan. Ferrigo accepted the job, and the encrypted holocron sent by Damask. On entering the code and opening the file, he recognized the image and name of the condescending senator from Naboo he met many years before. In his thoughts, Ferrigo recalled with discomfort with how the man seemed to manipulate his father with ease. He noticed a slight smile forming on the projected Muun's long face.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After conducting background research on his target's habits and possible vulnerabilities for a month, Prosstang prepared a rough operating plan to capture the target. And a backup plan should he need to eliminate the target. This preparation had not been easy. Ferrigo had been extemely careful in his efforts of surveillance, but sensed something of danger when following Palpatine, though he wasn't sure why. He returned to the Prosstang Estate on Mandalore to prepare a team to assist him in handling the target. After paying individual advances of 50,000 credits for their services and silence, Ferrigo provided a briefing regarding their duties - to secure Palpatine after taking him in. There were few questions, or words exchanged at that meeting in the otherwise empty tapcaf, The Itchy Strill, but coming from one of his trusted aides, Gela Tre'vhek, as well as his younger, distant cousins, they were prophetic.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Arrif Boltskan: "This guy, Fer'k. You say you have all this intel..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Yeah..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Arrif Bolts'kan: "...Is it enough?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "What do you mean...is it enough?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Arrif: "This Senator...something...there's something not right with this."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tan'ek Trat'tu: "So, Ar'f, are you backing out?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Gela Tre'vhek: "There's NO backing out! We took the payment, we do the job."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "That's not what you're saying, is it, Ar'f?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Arrif: "No. I took the job. I'll do it..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Gela: [Whispering to Ferrigo from his left] "Can he be trusted?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tan'ek: [to Arrif, in deadpan] "Di'kutlashebs'osik."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Arrif: [to Tan'ek] "Copaani mirshmure'cye, Tan'k?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Ke'sush!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Gela: "If you want out, Ar'--"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Arrif: "I DON'T WANT OUT!  Listen!...I worked on a security job for a Trade Federation shipment about two years ago. That shipment was heading to the Chommel Sector.  Those grubby Neimodians were groveling to some hologram of a cloaked figure who told them that they needed to convince THIS Senator that protesting taxes on Outer Rim trade routes was in the best interests of Naboo and..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Gela: "YOUR POINT. IS...."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Arrif: "Anade...I don't think this Senator is an easy mark."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Does it matter? I trained you. You were trained by Jango Fett, our Mand'alor. I trained all of you. Joruur gar gett'se, ner vode - mhi ganar bora."

Loss of Family
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Later that day, Ferrigo returned to the Prosstang Palace to ready the gear needed for the job. He was shocked to find his entire family gone, with plentiful signs of struggle and destruction beyond the entry doors. Whomever took his family knew the security access codes to enter the gates and doors of the Palace. And that light sabers had been used to destroy many furnishings and heirlooms. He was horrified to find two disembodied hands; that his wife hand been holding his youngest son. Ferrigo was enraged, but calmed himself long enough to collect and record evidence of the abduction. Once completed with his investigation, Prosstang dropped the data pad on a bed and threw his helmet across the room and screamed from the depths of his lungs,

<p style="margin:0in;margin-left:.375in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> "Tion rushereshir ner'riduur bal ner'ade bal nerik'aade?! HAAR'CHAK!!! Ni SHUK'ALA gar kovide bal PIRU gar'tal!!!..."

Restructuring a Deal with a Shuffled Deck
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">He contacted Hego Damask to cancel the contract. Damask refused, adding that he would be immediately sending a mutual acquaintance to discuss and resolve any complications with the contract. Throughout the day, Prosstang felt uneasy. His family and business life were severely destabilized. His team were already out in the game, preparing a trap for their target. And yet, he would have to deal with Damask one way or another. He wore his best suit of battle armor, made by one of the ancients of his clan, with more recent technological improvements to restrict its use to him alone. He remotely opened the gate and entry doors for his guest, the representative sent by Damask. Ferrigo had not cleaned up the mess of his home.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "As you can see and report to Damask, I have other pressing matters here and elsewhere to attend to."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Guest: "I see there is much here for you to consider. My colleague of the Banking Clan has asked me to have you consider something else."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I know your voice. What…" [ Ferrigo entered the foyer to greet his guest]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Yes, Lord Prosstang. I am now Dooku, Count of Serreno. And as sad as I am about some aspects of my choice in leaving, I no longer serve the Jedi Order. I am here as a friend to your people, your firm and most of all, to you."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "But you are here at Hego Damask's request. Do you know what he has asked me to do?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "There is grave corruption throughout the Galactic Republic. The Jedi Order are unfortunately agents led by deception. The debacle on Galidraan was but the confirmation of that. My dear friend and former Padawan, Qui-Gon Jinn recently died on Naboo as a result of a deception like this…My limited understanding of what you have been asked to do is influenced by my interest in forming an opposition to the growing corruption in the Republic. In time, I believe that Qui-Gon would have joined me..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I appreciate your frankness, Count Dooku. But what else is Damask asking of me?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Damask is a dealer in great power with many connections, Lord Prosstang. He is aware that a corrupted Jedi has been hired in secret to raise an army of clones in service to the Republic...but in reality, this army will serve a much darker purpose."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I suppose I don't follow, Dooku."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "In the history of our peoples, do you recall the Sith?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Yes. I have some knowledge. My own ancestors did not find favor in or with the Sith. But the Sith were eliminated nearly a thousand years ago."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "If only that were true, my dear friend. Though I cannot share my thoughts and reasoning on the matter, I do believe that the Galactic Senate has come under the influence of a Great Lord of the Sith. Master Jinn died on the saber of a Sith Lord. And Hego Damask is as concerned as I am about the possible damage that a Sith Lord would have on the sovereignty of systems to determine the best futures for their citizens and the corporations that feed, shelter and clothe them."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Why Palpatine?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "He has been identified as a likely pawn of this Sith Lord. And his election yesterday as the new Chancellor of the Republic to succeed Finis Valorem...has raised the stakes."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Chancellor?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Palpatine is a shrewd politician. Nothing more. But...he clearly would have knowledge of the issues concerning Damask Holdings. And quite frankly, Prosstang Industries. I have sensed, too, that Palpatine is familiar with the sources of corruption in the Republic. He may be our best hope of identifying and neutralizing the Sith."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "So...this clone army…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "The corrupted Jedi, Master Sifo-Dyas, has been seen near the Dacho District of Coruscant. I am ashamed to say I once knew Sifo-Dyas. He was a friend. But, he left the Jedi Order some time ago. I sensed the Dark Side of the Force in him. Though I am not proud to admit it...by proxy of my advanced age, he is perhaps my equal or greater in forms of combat known to Jedi."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Sifo-Dyas came to see me not more than a month ago about being cloned."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Alone, I cannot match with Sifo-Dyas. I need the help of one of the finest Mandalorian warriors with an impeccable reputation for combat skill and keen senses. I would require your assistance, Lord Prosstang.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Prosstang considered what he had been told. Dooku sensed suspicion and uncertainty in Prosstang, as if added leverage would be needed to convince the Mandalorian of the threat of the designs of Sifo-Dyas.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I shudder at the thought that Sifo-Dyas would have...anything to do with the disappearance of your family. Perhaps the children carry the genetic material necessary to..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [withdrawing his dark saber from his belt loop] "I didn't say I refused his offer. And I've never said anything about my family to anyone, Dooku."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: [raising his right hand, while brushing open his cape with his left to show a curved light saber on his left hip] "There is no need to be alarmed, Lord Prosstang. Among Jedi I was among the best at reading the thoughts of others. You are clearly under duress, and have been easier to read than most...though, through no weakness of yours. I know you are powerful."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "How?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I have been negligent in informing you that Master Jinn once spoke of you long ago. He told me that you were more than met the eye."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [replacing his dark saber on his belt] "You believe Sifo-Dyas is responsible for taking my family?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I sense this to be true. I believe it is the will of the Force that has brought us together. To help each other. Neither of us can take Sifo-Dyas alone. But he must be taken. You are a highly skilled and courageous warrior, one of the most renowned mercenaries and bounty hunters in the galaxy. With my training, you can become much more powerful and capable of handling Sifo-Dyas. Join me, my friend."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "What of Palpatine? My team?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I will talk with Hego Damask about changing the objectives of your contract. Without a change in payment. Alert your field operatives to be prepared to handle a different package. With your news confirming the forming of a clone army, it is clear that Sifo-Dyas is the greatest danger at hand."

Training with Count Dooku Against the Sith Agent
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo accepted Count Dooku's offer of training and assistance in tracking and taking down the man he now believed abducted his wife and children. For two months in Serenno and Mandalore, Dooku trained Ferrigo in Jedi saber dueling techniques and use of the Force to disorient opponents by pushing them backward. Prosstang felt an increasing confidence in his use of his dark saber, and felt some pride in the Force abilities he had begun to harness.

Coincidences, Confusion and Betrayals
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku informed Prosstang that he received communication that Sifo-Dyas would be in Keldabe for a visit to other cloning candidates. The time had come for Prosstang to join Dooku in confronting Sifo-Dyas. For Ferrigo, it seemed time too long overdue. Prosstang once again prepared himself in his best armor, re-painted dark grey, with an additional insignia painted upon it to additionally signify his lost wife and children, the honoring of his father and the righteous vengeance at the center of his being.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku would await Prosstang and Sifo-Dyas at the Prosstang Estate. Prosstang went to the Oyu'baat Tapcaf in Keldabe, and saw Sifo-Dyas at the bar. When the Jedi turned to him as if expecting him, he was taken aback. Sifo-Dyas asked if he could help the warrior standing before him. Ferrigo removed his helmet, and asked the Jedi to buy him a drink. The Jedi was a little surprised about the Mandalorian's change of mind. With the drinks downed, Ferrigo suggested they move their meeting to the Prosstang Estate to conclude business. Sifo-Dyas agreed, and followed Ferrigo's Mandalorian speeder with his own rental for the 200 kilometer trip.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">As they entered the great hall at the Prosstang Palace, Ferrigo took off his helmet again, and set it on the large veshok dining table in the family den. Ferrigo considered the lost and destroyed artifacts of the Clan Prosstang that once hung in that very room as the corrupted Jedi took a seat as requested at the table. After a few minutes of conversation about the cloning process and payment, Prosstang came to the point.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Why did you leave the Order, Master Jedi?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "What do you mean?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: [quickly but gracefully entering the gathering area from the great hall] "Master Sifo-Dyas? What are you doing here?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "I could ask you the same question, old friend. As well as Lord Prosstang's question."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo moved into position to the rear of Sifo-Dyas as Dooku approached nearer the fireplace.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "You were fully aware of my discontent. The favoritism. The elitism...seeking favor of politicians who were more skilled at scratching backs than providing leadership and solutions to reduce the suffering of the masses."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "Well, why are you here ?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Old friend. I am here to ensure that one good turn receives another as deserved. And Lord Prosstang is here to give as good as he has been given."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "I don't understand." [The Jedi stirred in his seat, as if to ready to stand up]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "He is yours, Lord Prosstang."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Have you killed my family or just taken them?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "Wha…!?!" [Sifo-Dyas quickly rose out of his seat, nearly knocking it down]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Prosstang fired two blaster shots from his wrist gauntlets, one into the rear of each of Sifo-Dyas' knees, causing the man to fall to the floor.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Let me rephrase. Where is my wife? Where are my children?! Now!!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Sifo-Dyas: "I DON'T KNOW!!! DOOKU!! What is this?!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "You are in the service of a Dark Lord of the Sith, Master Sifo-Dyas! Name him!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Name him! Where's my family!?!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo was surprised as he saw Dooku's light saber flash red as it quickly slid from sight into Sifo-Dyas' lower back until it emerged just below his rib cage. Sifo-Dyas gasped and clenched his hands in shock, turning slightly to glance at Prosstang before his eyes rolled backward. Ferrigo looked on dumbly as Dooku withdrew his red saber from Sifo-Dyas and powered it down before deftly replacing it upon his belt.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "The threat has been eliminated."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "What...did you do?! He didn't tell us anything! If he took my family, how am I to know where to find them!?! And what about the Sith?!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Perhaps you should consider your other options, Lord Prosstang."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "You killed the man who you said took my family. What ARE my options?!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: [walking toward the exit to the great hall from the den enclosure] "Someone in the Republic desires a large army of clones. Why not replace Sifo-Dyas as the agent as well as providing the genetic source? A whole lot less of a headache than trying to run a large and failing industrial concern."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [following, exasperated] "I want to talk with Hego Damask!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I'm afraid that won't be possible. You see, the Magister died almost two months ago."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "How is that possible?! I still have a contract for Chancellor Palpatine."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Who will pay you? It's a worthless agreement. Our friends at the Banking Clan are somewhat in disarray. I'm not sure they feel the same way about Palpatine as Damask did."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "You don't seem very helpful, Count."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "I've tired of this arrangement. I'm leaving, and do not expect to see you again."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Not so fast." [Ferrigo swung his left hand out, with vibro-blade 'shicking' into extended position with the motion to block Dooku from proceding to the steps from the great hall down to the ray-shielded exit]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku quickly raised his left hand, causing Ferrigo to lift from the ground. Dooku then turned, counterclockwise, causing Ferrigo to soar backward with great force against the upper den enclosure wall. Ferrigo began to lose consciousness as he struggled to breathe. He glanced to Dooku's left hand which was drawing into a fist.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku: "Listen well. Whether you accept your fate or not, Prosstang, there is no future in which you shall see the mongrels of your brood. Your business shall become a shambles. You have no vision.  You should find yourself elevated in the good company of pirates and slaves. You may be hunted by anyone else. The good honor of your clan shall be forever diminished. Don't pursue me, or you shall die a horrible death."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Dooku relaxed and lowered his hand, and Ferrigo dropped to the floor, unconscious.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> Vengeance, Justice, Disappointment and Survival (32 - 24 BBY) <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo would later find that Count Dooku had wiped his data pad, and removed Sifo-Dyas from the Prosstang Estate. Prosstang took an extended leave from the company. Over a period of a week, Ferrigo pieced together memories of the scene of the abduction. He meditated on these memories. Still, he was not confident beyond a few obvious concepts about his recollections. He found that the Republic would not commit resources to finding his family as there was no evidence of a crime. His aide in organizing security operations for Prosstang Industries, Gela Tre'vhek, attempted to offer solace to Ferrigo, but he told her that there was an emptiness that even the grace of her company would not fill. Not then.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">During the next few years, Ferrigo did little else but travel anonymously, on occasion with his cousins Jannigo, Ar'f,  Tan'k and Gela in search of his family. He had a lot of time to ponder what had happened to his family, the family business, his sense of honor and his ability to trust. He decided to keep tabs on Count Dooku, through discreet channels, in case information might lead to finding his family.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After over four years of fruitless searching, he spent less time actively trying to find his family, and became more accepting of the loss. He resumed a full regimen in fitness and combat exercises, reconnecting with a few of his old mercenary contacts, and his cousins of course. For the first couple of years back in the hunt, Ferrigo completed a variety of contracts; rarely subcontracting. His reputation for success grew throughout the galaxy, even with highly dangerous missions and bounties. Though many soldiers-of-fortune were jealous, most showed respect and deference to 'The Snake' or 'Pross' when they met him. Ferrigo was honorable and respectful to those he dealt with, unless they crossed him. Which rarely happened. The only notable exception was the treachery of the Trandoshan bounty hunter, Xossk, which shall be recounted at another time.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Though Prosstang Industries was shrinking with years of losses in court and among the various trade guilds, Ferrigo was surviving and gaining a sense of purpose in helping people find objects, loved ones, enemies, and enforcing justice where none otherwise existed.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> Return of Death Watch and Beginning of the Clone Wars (24 - 21 BBY)

Death Watch Violence, Prosstang Industries Faces Challenges on Mandalore, Meeting Grayson Galactic
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo had kept away from Mandalore for almost eight years when he heard murmurs about violence in the streets of Mandalore...and Death Watch. Given Ferrigo's position that peace on Mandalore and its system was a necessary condition of prosperity for the Mandalorian people as a whole, he considered a return home as word spread that pockets of poverty and food insecurity on Mandalore were growing throughout the cities, towns, villages, estates and settlements.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Prosstang arranged a meeting with the Mandalorian Minister of Finance in early 24 BBY. At that meeting, he discovered that several corporations with ties to the Commerce Guild, Banking Clan and Trade Federation had also been invited. And they were interested in getting in on Mandalorian markets for fresh and processed foods, mining and agricultural technology, consumer goods and appliances, home furnishings, and security services. Learning that the New Mandalorian government was entertaining a few of the most powerful players in galactic trade, the same ones who had betrayed Prosstang Industries, stunned and even angered Ferrigo. But his attention was distracted, and his anger soothed by the appearance of an amazingly beautiful, very young blond-haired, dazzling green-eyed woman. She was representing Grayson Galactic, a firm that she said would increase the affordability of consumer goods, and restore and even increase agricultural productivity. Prosstang thought that acting on these claims would certainly run against the independent spirit of the Clans that lived outside of the Sundari Region, and the larger Excision Zone - but he held his concerns in check in the hopes of sharing them directly and privately with the Duchess Satine Kryze.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A private meeting with the Duchess and the Ministry Council was arranged a few days later to discuss industry and security of the New Mandalorian government. Halfway through the meeting, a minister's aide entered the chambers and whispered into her master's ear.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Agricultural Minister Vhij Yanas: "Baron Prosstang...I have some rather shocking, and sad news.  Twenty-four members of your clan perished among nearly twenty others last night in an explosion.  At one of your derelict beskar mines on Concordia. Apparently, they were holding a celebration at the mine..."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Those are heritage mining sites; not derelict." [Running his fingers through his long hair, head bowed down slightly]  Who did this?!"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Minister Yanas: "The investigation has not begun..."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A tall, pale-skinned male with an angular jaw and short blond hair entered the chambers, and hailed the group.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Duchess Satine Kryze: "Governor Vizsla - you have news?"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Under his breath to himself, quizzically] "Vizsla?"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Governor Vizsla: "Yes, Duchess. [The man turned to Ferrigo with a cold gaze] Pre Vizsla, Governor of Concordia...The Police Investigations Unit believes that someone who had access to the mining explosives of Prosstang Industries is behind the attack."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Death Watch?" [Returning a sharp, pointed gaze of his own at the Governor]

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Vizsla: "That's doubtful.  Looks like an inside job.  Death Watch are a figment of the imagination in those who would seek to bear arms in the name of peace."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Is it known who of my clan have been victimized by this terrorist act?"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Vizsla: [Slowly] "Alvass Krea Prosstang.  He and many other good people of your clan, who I considered as good friends and stewards of Concordia.  Don't worry, Baron Prosstang, my PIU on Concordia shall not rest until justice is done."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Surely they won't. [A lengthy pause]  I know it's difficult to bear such news, Governor, but I do appreciate your making the trip to Sundari to share it.  If you don't have a pressing need in the next hour, I'd like to meet with you to discuss what is happening on Concordia -- after I have finished with this meeting."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Vizsla: "Duchess..." [Slightly bowing and turning toward the Duchess before departing]

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The Duchess recognized and sympathized with Prosstang's family loss. He apparently pushed down his grief and strengthened his resolve to talk about the security of the New Mandalorian government, and how a weak industrial sector would undermine that security. His suggestions included appointing a force of True Mandalorians, to be confirmed by the Duchess under a pledge to follow the Supercommando Codex as loyal protectors of the people and its government throughout the Mandalorian System. He suggested that Jango Fett, himself, Aloquar Ordo, the young Beviin Kabur or one of the handful of those mercenaries who served directly under Jaster Mereel be appointed as the Commander of the force. Ferrigo expressed his opinion that the Police and Secret Service officers were ill-prepared for conflict and should be trained and certified by a cadre of True Mandalorians. He concluded with an increasingly empassioned rant against the influence of external corporate interests. Pounding his fist on a table, he stopped just short of demanding that Mandalorian industries and farmers receive subsidies and other preferential treatment to provide counterbalance to the predatory galactic agencies of enormous corporations. The Duchess appeared sincerely interested in what Ferrigo had to say, but did not commit to acting on his suggestions. Satine bid him farewell. As he approached the etched sliding glass doors, he took his hat from a protocol droid and put it on his head. He could see that the young female representative of Grayson Galactic was standing in waiting outside of the doors, finishing a call on her comm link device. He pushed the broad black button to the side of the doors and they hissed open.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> Ferrigo: "Ms. Grayson, I presume? [Turning his head slowly toward the young woman] AND Galactic?  [Pointing two fingers upward in the stunned young woman's general direction] Are you sure you can handle Mandalore?"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> Alexzandria Grayson: [Straightening her back, as if reflexively at the surprise of the words spoken to or at her] "Undoubtedly.  And who are you?"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> Ferrigo: "Mandalore." [A slight leering smile formed at his left upper lip, and he tipped the wide brim of his black hat as he turned and walked past her] "Good day." [He continued out through the main entry doors]

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Follow Up Meeting with Interior Minister Armatan (24 BBY)
In the days that followed, Armatan, the New Mandalorian Interior Minister contacted Ferrigo to ask him to convene a meeting of the leaders of clans. Armatan believed the the Council of Ministers and a delegation of Mandalorian clan leaders could meet with the executives of Baktoid Industries, TaggeCo, and Grayson Galactic to resolve issues concerning resistance to the operations of galactic corporations on Mandalore and its other jurisdictional planets. Ferrigo let him know that only the Clan Prosstang would be represented with certainty.

Armatan, Finance Minister: "We need to have the consensus of the clans outside of the Excision Zone to move forward, Baron Prosstang. We cannot have Death Watch resurrected in retaliation for our efforts to feed the hungry. We cannot have your people fighting aid relief in Parliament."

Ferrigo: "Minister, I am not Mand'alor. Only Mand'alor can call the clans together for common cause."

Armatan: "The Duchess will recognize YOU as Mand'alor, if need be."

Ferrigo: "A flattering gesture. But for me, my clan, and the clans to whom the title Mand'alor still has meaning...it would be an insult. "

Armatan: "And why? You bear an honorary title bestowed by New Mandalorians over six centuries ago.  Perhaps you should consider adding another."

Ferrigo: "This is not Satine's idea, Armatan. She would not embrace even the recognition of our ancient warrior traditions.  The title would need to be handed down by the holder of the title, or it would need to be earned in single combat with the holder."

Armatan: [A cunning smile raised the corner of the Minister's mustache] "Are you unable to obtain the title of Mand'alor? "

Ferrigo: "Jango Fett was Mand'alor as far I as know..."

Armatan: "He has not been in Mandalorian Space for many years."

Ferrigo: "Jaster Mereel protected Satine's father from Death Watch. Along with Jango Fett and Beviin Kabur,  I protected Satine herself from Death Watch ten years ago. But Satine gave up on us; she's since given credit to aruetyc jetii. Maybe if you would convince Satine to reconsider my suggestion that honorable Mandalorians with professional reputations be enlisted to protect the New Mandalorian government...we might have reason to believe in the value of having a Mand'alor.

The meeting ended with Armatan suggesting that he would try to convince Satine to bend on hiring or enlisting Ferrigo's True Mandalorian colleagues to provide security and training for New Mandalorian forces.

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A Last Meeting with Jango Fett (24 BBY)
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A few weeks later in 24 BBY, word got to Ferrigo from Jango Fett that there was work to be done in training a large number of Republic soldiers. Prosstang met with Fett, both wearing civilian clothes at a tapcaf in the underworld of Coruscant...twenty years since they last saw one another at Galidraan. Jango confirmed the rumored deaths of Tor Vizsla and Montross, and they shared shots in belated celebration and talked for half an hour about several topics.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Jango, I'm in a bind." <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Snake, I'm the training master for several hundred thousand soldiers. You've kept yourself busy and in good shape the last number of years. Your reputation for success is nearly as impressive as mine. I could use your talents and leadership in the Cuy'val Dar, the training cadre. Though I remember your parlor tricks, I have heard you have fancy powers that only Jedi are known for."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Who would go and tell you about my magic act, Jango?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Tyranus. He authorized payments for this job a long time ago. Apparently you turned the job down. So I guess I should thank you, since I haven't gotten a hold of you sooner. Not that you need any favors, being a hot shot business executive an' all…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I'd lost my family, Jango. It was all a little too much to piece everything together back then."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Fer'k, I’m terribly sorry about your family. I really am. I have a son myself. But as Mer'buir (Papa Mereel) would say it's time to move on. So...are you in or are you out?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Jango, thanks for the offer. I'm glad you're alive. And doing well. You have my eternal thanks for wasting Vizsla and Montross."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "But..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "But it doesn't feel right to me. And it's not about you. I'd love nothing more than to work with you again. We were the best, Jango, but I need more freedom to move about and maintain what is left of the family business.  I like calling the shots. And, if you hadn't heard, Death Watch is reportedly active again."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Death Watch?  There's not enough money in the system to support any sort of army for or against the New Mandalorians.  In considering this opportunity, I knew the thought of feeling cooped up might not appeal to you. Jan'k (Jannigo Prosstang) turned down his chance too. Of course, I can't have either of you say anything about this offer or anything we've discussed...or I'd have to kill you [Jango smiled]."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "No problem there, ner vod...but my bind is this...I've been asked to call together the clans, Jango. Not the Sundarians. Not the Excisioners. Ner vode, ner verde. Aruetyc corporations from the Core Systems have been invited to help feed and provision the people outside of our comfort zone. The Duchess and her Ministers want us to play nice or turn our heads. They don't want Death-"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "What do you want me to do, Fer'k?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "You're Mand'alor, burc'ya. Your place. Your call."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "I love you like a brother, Ferrigo. But I don't give shatuals gett'se about those Mandalorians. They can kiss my shebs. Only you, and my brothers in arms. You are my Mandalorians. I guess it's tragic that your clan have you fit to be tied in so many ways.  Go ahead, be Mand'alor.  Take the title. I don't want it. Besides, aside from those sharal di'kute in the Excision Zone, nobody really gives a vhe'viin'la shebs about anyone else's opinion."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I would say I'm honored, but you know I'm not."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Here, here is my shoulder plate with the Mand'alor sigil of the Mythosaur. Bring it back when you're done with this charade with Satine. That Kryze Clan are a bunch of spineless worms...except for that red head. Watch out for her. Tram wreck written all over her. When she finds out you're Mand'alor, you might have your hands full."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Standing up from his stool] "Let's take this out back..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: [Eye raised] "You want to earn this? I'm good with that, Fer'k. Hope you're ready for a sheb'labrokar."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Yours? Ori'lek. Like old times."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo and Jango walked around the side of the tapcaf into the poorly lit service loading area.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "I've killed many Jedi with my bare hands, Ferrigo...you heard that?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I know you used your vibroblades. Sounds better to say bare hands."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Damn straight."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Let's rock, my friend. Oya manda!!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Oya!!"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A flurry of punches from each Mandalorian grazed their targets, and kicks well-placed did not settle with their goals either. Several spins, temporary holds and shuffles punctuated efforts to land hard contact.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "You must be strong to rule Mand'alor, Pross! You're being outclassed by Coruscanti secretaries!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "$&@# YOU JANGO!!"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Fett landed a hard punch on Ferrigo's left jaw, sending the taller bearded man spinning downward into the filthy, litter-covered floor of the loading bay.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "K'atini! K'atini, Pross..."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">With blinding speed, Prosstang's long legs whipped into a snapping scissor lock around Fett's ankles, sending him quickly onto his back, the back of Jango's skull hitting the ground. A loud grunt and gust of air expelled from Jango's mouth. Ferrigo gathered himself up, jaw aching, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth and prepared to minister aid to Jango.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Jango...you ok-"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A loud thud, a flash of light, and a concussion leading to a deep pain swelling from between his legs, into his stomach, chest, knees, shoulders sent Prosstang flying backward with a loud exhaling moan into a stack of cartons, crushing them under his momentum and weight.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Coughing] "I canna...see...."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "You're gonna earn this, Pross."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango stood over Ferrigo and rapidly punched him in the shoulders and face several times. Fett thought that bruises were certain, a broken this or that were also possible.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Ne jurkadir, Fer'k."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Suddenly, Jango spun quickly to look over his left shoulder.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Prosstang punched his right fist hard into his friend's groin, and swung his left fist, thumb extended into Fett's side, just below his rib cage. Fett fell down, and Prosstang though aching and without clear sight climbed onto Jango's chest, knees pinning down the stunned Mand'alor's arms. Ferrigo proceeded to punch Fett for the next half a minute, being sure not to deal a killing blow he knew that he could have easily issued, as he had done with past targets.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A few minutes later, both men pulled themselves up to sit on boxes opposite each other, bloodied and aching with pains dull and sharp. They began a conversation that was impaired by swollen facial features and mouths filled will cuts.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "You a theeky di'kut, Thnake."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Gimme th' thierthekin' me tho thore badge, Jang'..."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">They both chuckled through the pain, eventually helping each other find their way back into the tapcaf where they sat back down. They chuckled as they looked at each other, faces clearly swollen, bruising and bloodied. The bartended handed them wet rags to clean their faces. Jango casually grasped Ferrigo's hand, and handed him a small, dark-colored, fastened sack.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Take dith..." <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Yeth. Thank you."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: "Drink!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "To buuth'thye...Be well, my thend. An' be carethul. [Ferrigo slugged back his drink, and turned to leave] Ret'urcye mhi, ner'vodika ."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jango: [Raised glass as Ferrigo departed slowly] "We were de best, ner'vodika.

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A Convention of the Clans (Late 24 BBY)
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">In the winter, Ferrigo and Jannigo Prosstang sent out word to all the families of the Clan Prosstang, as well as the leaders of warrior clans throughout Mandalorian Space to discuss the incursion of galactic corporations into New Mandalorian affairs, and by extension, the lives of all Mandalorians. On the face of it, many were surprised to hear that Ferrigo Prosstang had become Mand'alor, and attended for the primary reason of learning how that came to pass. Ferrigo wore his purple  and yellow trimmed beskar'gam with the Mythosaur sigil shoulder plate painted yellow to complement. Still showing some facial bruising from his fight with Jango, many of the clan leaders wanted to talk details of the battle. Ferrigo put them off from discussing it. Security at the Prosstang Estate for the convention was tight.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The leadership of over forty clans was represented, all in beskar'gam, in the Great Hall of the Prosstang Palace, including some who were known or suspected to have ties with Death Watch. The meeting began with introductions and reports from the realm, prior to the planned arrival in two hours of New Mandalorian officials and representatives of the galactic corporations. Most of the clans had good news to report, especially in terms of sustaining through the winter with excellent harvests in storage. It was explained that the meeting of the clans would culminate in a vote on a select group of leaders meeting with the New Mandalorian government and galactic corporate interests seeking a stake in Mandalorian markets.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "We now come to the vote on representation for the Delegation to discuss our concerns and interests to the New Mandalorians and corporations.  As Mand'alor, I will confirm those selected, and be the leader of the Delegation of Clans. And know, that if we are not represented, the New Mandalorians will speak for us."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Pre Vizsla, Clan Vizsla Chieftain, Governor of Concordia: "Baron Prosstang, how can you select and sit on the Delegation of Clans, while having business dealings with the parties we are asked to scrutinze?  It would seem that YOU yourself have a great deal at stake here."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Aloquar Ordo, Clan Ordo Chieftain, Governor of Ordo: "I would suggest that this group of clan leaders select and confirm the Delegation, Baron Prosstang."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Pre Vizsla: [With an incredulous tone of voice] "Aloquar Ordo...haven't seen you in years..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Governor Ordo, I am empowered to accept your proposal. And so it shall be. You all, as clan chieftains, will select your representation. I will still lead the Delegation..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Pre Vizsla: "That still smacks of illegitimacy, Prosstang."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Watch yourself, Vizsla. Your Mand'alor has called for support.  And the words and tone you offer here before our gathering border on slander."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Bo-Katan Kryze, Clan Kryze Deputy Representative: "How so?! He is only stating the obvious! We are getting taken to the cleaners and you're trying to put a happy face on it!!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Beviin Kabur, Clan Kabur Chieftain, Deputy Governor of Concord Dawn: "Woah! [Putting his hand up in Bo-Katan's direction] K'uur, dala."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Bo-Katan: [Seething] "Kabur, I will fill your mouth with knuckle and blade if you talk to me like that again!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Aloquar Ordo: "Enough. Everyone calm.  We have a lot of concerns, as Mand'alor says. Shared concerns. Just because he leads a business does not mean he has no concern for our welfare. From our discussions, I believe that Ferrigo Prosstang is seeking a way for us to ensure that all of us are not trampled or forgotten."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Thank you, Aliit'alor Ordo. That is exactly what I am trying to get to. We will be voiceless if we continue to bicker.  I do not want any of our people to suffer an occupation. From here to Sundari, from Mandalore to Dxun. I am also concerned that some of us may believe that violence will make the problems of the Sundarians and other Excision Zone regions throughout Mandalorian Space disappear..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Vhollt Skirata, Clan Skirata Representative: "Let's get on with it. Let's vote. We have the list of names in front of us...who here can't read?"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Laughter roars throughout the Great Hall.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Now, by a showing of hands, each of you seated around the table may vote three times. The total number of votes for each listed candidate will determine if they are to be seated on the Delegation."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Pre Vizsla: "Your name, Baron Prosstang.  I don't see it here."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo looked to the upper gallery and saw a familiar face...of someone who should not have been in the Palace.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Beviin Kabur: "Shift your cod piece and get over it, Vizsla. At least for now, Ferrigo Prosstang is Mand'alor."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Pre Vizsla: "A pointless title, really. Is he going to lead us into battle against TaggeCo and Grayson Galactic? Are we going to slice the item codes on consumer products and lower retail prices? What a waste of time."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">As a wave of laughter circulated around the Great Hall, Ferrigo stood up from his chair and picked up his helmet from the table in front of his seat. The laughter quieted as Ferrigo placed the helmet over his head. His audio emitter clicked. He looked upward, around and seemed to be rotating his neck to stretch.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "All of you gathered here should know a few things. First, I called out and defeated Jango Fett in single combat for the right to call this meeting. Second, he had given up on all of you. Because you had given up on him, and Mandalore. He would not call this meeting as I requested. And third, over ten years ago, my father and uncle were put to a slow and painful death..."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Walking behind Pre Vizsla's chair, Ferrigo removed his dark-saber from its holster and activated it, a purple glow emitting from the dark crystal shaft. Some of the clan leaders around the table, and their families standing in the galleries above the Great Hall looking down gasped with anxiety.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "...Less than three months ago, shortly before the tenth anniversary of that tragedy, the conspirators of that crime against my family, my clan, and against honor in Manda'yaim were brought to justice."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Silence. Except for the eerie oscillating hum-whistle of the dark-saber.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Among family, clan, friends and relations...there must be a trust. The Mand'alor must be able to trust that the clans of Manda'yaim will serve him faithfully. I do not ask you to sacrifice your well-being, I am asking you to bring forward the most reasonable representation of our communities to ensure that we are not left behind by the New Mandalorians, and that they do not commit the release of our sovereignty on the altar of commerce. We all have a vested interest in protecting the prosperity and peace of our homelands. If any of you would work against that peace and prosperity, you should let me know now, and we can take your interests outside.  I will be waiting for you near the Eternal Flame with a few insulated bottles of tihaar.  Otherwise, carry on with your vote.  I will stand down from being part of the Delegation."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo walked down the steps and out from the Palace. After half an hour, Ferrigo proceeded to The Itchy Strill tapcaf to drink a few pints of netra'gal. He learned later that the vote resulted in clans Ordo, Kabur, Skirata and Vizsla representing the Delegation when the New Mandalorians and the corporations arrived to meet. Many of the clan leaders and families packed themselves into and around The Itchy Strill to congratulate the new Mand'alor and his show of strength. He learned much later that Grayson Galactic would be providing humanitarian aid  to the Excision Zone, and TaggeCo would be providing logistics support in the same area. The clans would not rise against these efforts, and would be paid by corporate staff to consult as requested.

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The Clone Wars Begin
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">In 22 BBY, the Clone Wars began, and quickly spread through the galaxy. Ferrigo heard news from other bounty hunters about the death of Jango Fett on Geonosis at the Petranaki arena. While he was sad that he would not see his childhood friend again, anytime he saw a clone trooper remove his helmet he couldn't stifle a slight grin that each of these men looked very much like Jango. Ferrigo followed the news and heard of the ascendance of Count Dooku as the leader of the Confederacy of Independent Systems (Separatists). He considered what Dooku had told him about the Sith and the Republic many years ago, and decided to avoid getting too deeply involved in any of the politics...staying clear and centered on what was in the interests of Mandalorian sovereignty and security. He kept himself busy, away from Mandalore fulfilling contracts for a variety of clients, while keeping tabs on the domestic situation in Mandalore.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> A Way From Business, the Return of Handalora, and Forming The Posse (21 BBY)

A Way from Business - Prosstang Industries Shrinks
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">As the Clone Wars severely disrupted what was left of his industrial-scale operations, and Ferrigo allowed the board of directors to shed several branches of Prosstang Industries in sales to conglomerates, including many of the consumer goods product lines. In specific to his concerns about Mandalorian independence being undermined by unrestrained trade with conglomerates, he arranged a meeting with the board of Prosstang Industries, and young representatives of TaggeCo and Grayson Galactic at the Prosstang Castle on Mandalore.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo Prosstang: "Welcome to the Prosstang Estate. We hope you enjoy your stay..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Alexzandria Grayson: "Thank you..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Orman Tagge: "Baron Prosstang, I am Orman Tagge, House of Tagge.  Here to represent Tagge Company and its subsidiaries.  A real pleasure to meet you. Your reputation...exceeds the boardroom. My mother, the Baroness Sanya Tagge sends her regards from the esteemed House of Tagge to the Clan Prosstang."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo Prosstang: "You are...so young, Master Tagge." [Turning from Orman Tagge toward the young lady representing Grayson Galactic] "Lady Grayson.  My, how you've grown...in the three years since you last graced Mandalore...long years indeed."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "I am pleased to be here. However, there is much work to do. We should get to the purpose of this meeting so we can align our resources and proceed."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jannigo Prosstang: [Standing] "This meeting is to confirm that subsidiary assets of Prosstang Industries identified on your data pads are being appraised and prepared for disposition of sale to one or the other of your firms."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">[Long silence as Ferrigo estimates the visitors over his raised folded hands]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tagge: "We are at this meeting to acquire Prosstang Mining, Prazs'tang Power Technologies, and any and all contracts associated with vehicle-mounted armaments...for a start."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jannigo: "Armaments are not on the table, certainly not on your data pads. You might want to have your eyes examined."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "K'uur, Jan'k."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Felkhi Prazs'tang, Chief Operating Officer: "Before we discuss any further details of what we are putting forward, Prosstang Industries should want to see your financial proposal packages. Mr. Tagge? Ms. Grayson?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tagge: "You are in no position to call for financials. We can pick your carcass CLEAN."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Do you agree with young Master Tagge, Ms. Grayson?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "He is not speaking for me, nor for Grayson Galactic." [Looking deeply into Ferrigo's eyes until he shifted in his chair] "But, Prosstang Industries is not in a position of strength."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jannigo: "Respect!! We should spank these two children for dictating terms!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Motioning his hand palm downward toward his cousin] "K'uur, Jannigo...k'uur."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "I've been working with the Mandalorian people in the Excision Zone on and off for the last three years.  Not sure if that means I've graced 'Mandalore'..." [Gazing at Ferrigo, with her index fingers extended and separated by the width of her shoulders] "...but I am not here to punish the Mandalorian people. I'm here to do business that will benefit Grayson Galactic, Prosstang Industries, and the markets for our goods."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tagge: "You are fools! The lot of you!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jannigo: "Ferrigo, this haar'chakla di'kut needs an ori'shebse kicking."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tagge: [Standing from his seat and sweeping his right hand as his glance moved from Jannigo to Ferrigo] "Watch your threats, Prosstangs. The House of Tagge has far greater influence than you can imagine."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Jan'k! K'uur!" [Turning to Orman Tagge] "Look, Tagge, are you ready for business, or do you also need tutoring in manners?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tagge: [Throwing hands up in a gesture] "I'm done here.  We will be taking what we want, on our terms..." [Looking down at Ms. Grayson, as if appraising her like a gem] "Everything."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: [Continuing to gaze at Ferrigo] "I don't think so."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tagge: "Ms. Grayson - do you believe that Grayson Galactic is in a power position in corporate raiding because you sit here - at this table?" [Motioning a wipe with his finger] "This is a small gorg in the overall scheme of galactic trade...you'd better watch yourself. The holdings of Grayson Galactic might be in visual range of the playing field."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Abruptly pushing up out of his chair] "That's enough jare'la sleemo. Leave. Now."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tagge: "This place reeks of failure..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "When you leave, welp, the service droids will sanitize in your wake."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tagge departed with his small entourage under the escort of Prosstang Industries protocol droids.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "That was uncalled for.  Ms. Grayson, please accept my apologies. For many things." [Turning to Jannigo, Felkhi, and other boardmembers] "Please leave us alone for a few minutes. I will call for your return."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo returned to his seat.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Now..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "Look, Baron Prosstang, Grayson Galactic has already been growing its operations and sales on Mandalore. But things have been very challenging with the terrorism...and the Prime Minister running a black market ring...but we are here to help your people. We are not looking to take over Mandalore, not even to take over your business. We know that your clan and your affiliates...wish to maintain independence. What Grayson Galactic offers is a nomimal change of the status quo. You would maintain a position on the Board of Direcctors for each of the subsidiaries..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Why are you reading my thoughts?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "Wha-"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I can sense you...in my mind. Since the beginning of the meeting."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "I...I...maybe you are thinking something that isn't happening. Like I'm attracted to you or something?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Smiling] "You are not a good liar, Alexzandria Grayson. Maybe it's your age and inexperience I should attribute this to. But whether we find each other attractive or not, I need to speak clearly from my own thoughts."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "I don't know what to..." [Ferrigo putting up two fingers to his lips and pushed out his breath to imitate the sound of ocean surf pushing against the beach sand]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Waving his fingers] "I had no involvement with the Almec scandal.  I am also not a supporter of terrorism in our home systems. Though I have issues with the New Mandalorian government, they are primarily concerned with maintaining sovereignty, security and independence...and letting the clans conduct themselves in defense of our ways of life, not in aggression against our legitimate government.  Both of those situations are an embarassment to Mandalore."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "But, aren't you involved in the efforts to sabotage Grayson Galactic in these Mandalorian markets?!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "No.  I may be disappointed in the direction the Duchess and the Ministers have taken our recovery.  I don't believe that hiring non-Mandalorian corporations is a sustainable strategy for providing long-term security and independence. And, as you must know by now, the clans outside of the Excision Zone don't need...and they certainly don't want you there."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "I don't believe that is true.  We are helping Mandalore.  We are helping your people.  We are respecting the boundaries you set out three years ago.  But, Grayson Galactic wants your help.  I want your help."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I think we went down this path of discussion three years ago...I only agreed to support the proposition that you and the other firms would provide humanitarian aid and agricultural products and training for locals in the Excision Zone. I said nothing about supporting your takeover of my clan's businesses."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "I find it insulting that you can think...NO, that you can NOT think or can NOT see that I have invested myself, and the resources of Grayson Galactic into truly helping your people."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Honestly. I didn't realize that you were personally involved in the efforts. My thoughts...have been elsewhere."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "Are you NOT Mand'alor? I don't think you can see what I have seen....[Ms. Grayson sits up straight, appearing stunned] Your daughter."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "What?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "I'm sorry...I am...nevermind."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "No! Please tell me!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "I shouldn't have said anything."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">[Ferrigo's eyes flashed great pain and urgency as the doors slid open, the board returning. Jannigo looking perturbed, sits down and looks to Ferrigo then Ms. Grayson]

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jannigo: "Sooooo...."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: "Grayson Galactic will purchase the consumer goods branches of Prosstang Industries. Fair market value."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">[Ferrigo looking at both Jannigo and then Alexzandria Grayson]

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Jannigo: "We're good with this?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Tetch Kuporr, Director of Labor Management: "Young lady, your financiers better get out their high limit credit chips."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ms. Grayson: [Turning to gaze at Ferrigo] "Your CEO and I will come to a reasonable agreement on terms and continuity during transition."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo and Jannigo agreed to concentrate what remained as a boutique arms manufacturer to exclusive clients. Prosstang had more time on his hands, and spent that time mastering his combat skills with new weapons and meditating on the Force at the Prosstang Estate. Occasionally, the young Ms. Grayson would pay social visits to the Prosstang Estate, and at the Ryloth Lohemian Vale as Ferrigo needed to direct reconstruction and repair from war-related damage.

The Return of Handalora
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">For several weeks of meditation sessions, Ferrigo had visions. A few days after the business meeting with Orman Tagge and Alexzandria Grayson, he sensed a disturbance in the Force during a meditation. Within three days a vision came to pass. He was still surprised and ecstatic when the vision had materialized - his oldest daughter Handalora stood at the doorstep of Prosstang Palace! At 17 years old, she had matured much in the ten years that had gone by.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: " NER'ADIKA HAND'IKA!!! "

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Handalora: "Father!" <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Speechless for many minutes, Ferrigo embraced his daughter, looking upon her as tears ran down their faces. She seemed weary, and he sensed great pain in her.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I am unbelievably happy to see you, my precious daughter. I thought you were dead…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Handalora: "I am happy to be…[she hesitated while glancing around the great hall, seeming to note the changes of décor]...with you."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Over the next several days, before he needed to prepare himself for a trip to Concordia, he and Handalora spoke of the lost years. It was painful for Ferrigo to hear that it was unlikely that her mother and youngest brother survived for long after being incarcerated in harsh conditions. Lorakada fought against her captors a number of times, but without her left hand and any weapons...And Jaster was barely old enough to walk, which was made more difficult by the absence of most of his right arm. Handalora could not remember if Preniik or Noratine, her older brother and younger sister, were with her for long. Ferrigo was utterly in emotional shambles.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I looked for you...and the rest of our dear family for years after you were all taken…Who did this? And where were you taken?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Handalora: "I was taken to a place where there is little light any time of day, any time of year. There were people with pale white skin. A brutal people. With even more brutal human masters."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Who are they? Where is this place?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Handalora: "They were Sith, father. I believe the place, the first place at least, was called Umbara.You must be prepared to hear something disturbing, father."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Handalora told her father that over a period of two years from the time of her abduction, she had been tortured and re-educated...indoctrinated into the ways of the Sith. She had even developed Force powers as a Dark Acolyte. From the time she was around ten years old until she was fourteen, few memories were her own. And since the time she reached fifteen years of age, a Dark Lord of the Sith with great and unimaginable powers would occasionally arrive to despoil her under the threat of severe punishment for resisting. This beast of a human would also tell her that her family was dead, and that her father had been broken before he died. The name of this Sith was Darth Tyranus. The only thing she held onto for all the years was her anger. <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo came to the stunning realization that the Sith who tormented his daughter might also be the man who hired his long-time friend Jango Fett to be cloned and then train Republic soldiers...and very well could be Count Dooku. A fury built within Prosstang. He excused himself from the room, returning a few minutes later to ask Handalora to go with him to the home of a Skirata relative. Ferrigo and Handalora would have minimal direct contact in order to minimize the risk that both could be harmed by their enemies. In secret, Handalora would return frequently to the Prosstang Estate to practice her light saber skills and use of the Force. She would also train with her father at secure locations in Mandalorian warrior combat techniques. Ferrigo was impressed by the quickness of Handalora's ability to absorb and apply teachings. He also imparted some of the wisdom passed to him by the Jedi regarding self-discipline and maintaining a calm center of focus amid torrents of anger.

Gathering The Posse
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">As the Jedi Order and the Grand Army of the Republic found themselves increasingly overwhelmed by the number and scale of Separatist Droid Army attacks throughout the galaxy, there was a sharp increase in the availability of long-term mercenary contracts that paid bounties per Separatist combatant killed or captured. Ferrigo decided to round up and train a group of bounty hunters and mercenaries friendly to the cause of protecting Mandalorian independence when needed, while taking work as professional soldiers elsewhere in the spirit of True Mandalorians of old. This group would be called The Prosstang Posse, headquartered at the Prosstang Citadel on Iceberg Three, a comet near the star Daca in the Mon Calamari System. His own personal goal was to capture or cause the death of Count Dooku; he believed the opportunity would present itself if he was patient.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> Disbanding The Posse and Joining the Mandalorian Guild (21 BBY) <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After several months of operations, and continued success for Ferrigo as a fierce and wise warrior, it was becoming clear that his Posse recruits were largely uncommitted, undisciplined, or insubordinate. Things came to a head when a once-trusted general sided with a clearly insubordinate interim-commander. The general challenged Prosstang to a duel to take over the leadership of the Posse. Prosstang had previously made contact with a number of members of the Mandalorian Guild, and determined that Mereel's True Mandalorian legacy was well-represented in this group. Ferrigo folded The Prosstang Posse and joined the Guild, continuing in his active pursuit of bounties and combat alone or with other ori'ramikad.

<h2 style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:14.0pt"> The Blockade of Mandalore and Meeting Alpha ARC-47 Boomdodger (20 BBY)

Beneath the Blockade
Ferrigo was contacted by the Duchess Satine Kryze in secret to discreetly collect intelligence about the effective and long-enduring blockade of Mandalore. After several months of investigating the various factions potentially involved in the blockade, most especially Separatist, Republic and Death Watch, Ferrigo reported back to Satine.<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Duchess. My 'people in the fold' report that Pre Vizsla has made an arrangement with the Trade Federation to siphon goods into the black market since Almec has been emprisoned. The Death Watch are attempting to mediate the market without your hand, Highness."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Satine: "Is that all?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "No. The Grand Army of the Republic under the leadership of General Kenobi will soon be entering neutral systems as a show of their resolve. They too will not be seeking your permission in acting to control our future, your Highness." Sensing her displeasure, he added, "Duchess. Say only one word, and I shall call on our people of iron to loyally and honorably protect the interests of all of Mandalore under your government."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Satine: "No. Mandalore shall not turn to violence to maintain the peace, Baron Prosstang. Despite your repeated calls for military action, I have restrained the Cabinet from placing you and others into custody. I will let you know if I need your loyal services further."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Don't wait too long to make the call, Duchess. The time of peace is running out. My daughters have both returned to me in their prime after a long captivity. They have earned a good life. We will stand and fight to protect Mandalore, and that prospect of a good life, if need be. That is a promise..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Satine: "And a threat?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [turning and walking away to the entry] "...to those who would have the people of Mandalore answer to the rule of force by aruetii ."

For Mandalore and Clan
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Within two weeks, Ferrigo was aboard a small freighter with Corellian markings, with a ten man detachment of Republic clone commandos led by Alpha ARC-47, Captain Boomdodger. Prosstang was asked by Satine to present himself as Pebak Ummarn, a Republic-friendly businessman needing an escort from the Mandalorian Sector to Corellia. During their travel toward Corellia, Ferrigo sensed an awareness from ARC-47. They talked about the travel plan, and the role of the Republic in the Outer Rim, and the qualities of fine food and companionship.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I'm surprised. You know quite a bit about life beyond soldiering."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">ARC-47: "Really? We were friends once, Snake. Jango wasn't just a template."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I've never met you before. What are you talking about?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">ARC-47: "I'd be lying if I said we weren't flash-trained to memorize an archive of possible threats and assets to the welfare of the Republic. Including Ferrigo Prosstang. Likely Separatist sympathizer. Arms maker and dealer. Mandalorian mercenary. One of Jaster Mereel's men during the Mandalorian Civil War. Family abducted around ten years ago. Threat level: Moderate. But even more, I remember you. I believe I have some of Jango's memories."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Impressive fiction, ARC-47."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">ARC-47: "Call me Boomdodger. Please."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Why?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">ARC-47: "Fierfek, I'm a man, Pross. And though I've never met you before, don't you think I've earned the right as a sentient being to name myself? I call myself Boomdodger. Shall I call you Mr. Ummarn?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">As Prosstang pondered this conversation in confusion, a heavy and sudden jolt knocked him and Boomdodger from their seats on medium sized crates. Many packages strapped above, now freed from their fastenings, flew about the hold. The interior lighting switched to throbbing red while the alert siren cried in synchronicity. A hiss sounded, and the clone commandos who could lay their hands on their helmets pulled them on tightly. Ferrigo felt his legs weaken as he tried to stand up again. He vision faded to darkness as he passed out.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boomdodger picked up and loaded Prosstang over his left shoulder and carried him into the passenger cabin. Other clone troopers assisted Boomdodger in securing Ferrigo quickly into a seat harness. Boomdodger called over Helix, a clone trooper medic, to tend to Ferrigo's injuries.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo awoke to find himself looking up at a dark, overcast sky and Boomdodger firing a DC-17m from behind the cover of torn and bent durasteel panels. When Prosstang asked what happened and where they were, Boomdodger replied, "We were taken down by a small armada of pirate ships over Tarnith, Snake!  You have been out for hours.  All the rest of our crew and team have been taken out.  We're down to 4 shab'la plasma clips on my Deece!"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Why didn't you leave me behind?!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boomdodger: "Snake! I am NOT gonna leave my friend behind! Helix said you'd be okay!  No brain damage! [Pausing to fire a few shots over the barrier] He gave you quite the load of sedatives!" A heavy laser bolt hitting the bulk of an escape pod twenty feet to their rear created a tight, short concussion that knocked the breath out of both men.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: [Coughing]"My suitcase?!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boomdodger: [Pointing to escape pod] "Over there somewhere!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I'll be back!"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">On his return in full beskar'gam and helmet, Ferrigo removed a large dome-covered durasteel disc from a duraplast case, and worked his fingers around the edges of the disc to disengage several locking mechanisms. With a hiss, the disc flew out toward the unseen enemies. Boomdodger fired several rounds into the brush to suppress enemy fire on the device as it expanded, dome-lid popping up to reveal two black perforated barrels and a tripod quickly releasing its feet to provide stability for what had become a turret. A turret of concentrated and automated turbolaser death. In addition, Ferrigo fired a micro-electron disruptor missile from his jetpack mount.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Within three minutes, there was no more return fire. Boomdodger and Ferrigo had taken out the pirates.

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Adopting Boomdodger
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Following several clandestine meetings and occasional adventures with Boomdodger on various planets over the next six months, Ferrigo sensed that the Fett clone was in need of connection - he was seeking a confirmation of his identity beyond a Grand Army of the Republic-assigned number. Prosstang had also heard through the informal networks among Mandalorian clans associated with Jaster Mereel's True Mandalorians that preparations were being made for a major disruption in the Grand Army of the Republic, despite belief among Mando'verde that the depth of the Separatist threat was being over-sold.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Boom...you have gone out of your way to lend a hand on several minor assignments for me.  And then there was that crisis you got involved in on Bandomeer."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boomdodger: "I've tired of the work the GAR is giving us, Fer'k. It's like a shell game. I'm tired of serving as a slave to a command that doesn't really give a shebs about the shabla direction we're getting. You know me..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Uncanny. I always feel like I'm talking to Jango."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "We both know I'm not him, but...I am..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "You should be setting your own course, Boom. Just as Jango did. I'd like to help you move in that direction..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "What...what do you mean?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Boom.  Have you heard of the Null ARCs and the Cuy'val Dar?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Of course. Every clone knows something about the Null ARCs...and their trainers."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Well, I have it on good word that there are opportunities for Fett clones to go 'Cuy'val Dar' in my neighborhood on Mandalore."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "I know you know me like Jango, but I also know that you and your clan aren't big on welcoming outsiders. We've talked about this, Pross. And clones are outsiders."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Boom, I am your friend, you have become like a little brother to me. Much the same way Jango did."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "So, what do you mean, 'go Cuy'val Dar'..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "I'll get to the point.  Do you want out of the GAR?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Yeah, I guess, but-"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "If given a new chance at a life, free of commands issued by aruetiise who care nothing for your life, the fire in your heart, the light in your eyes...would you accept it?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Yeah."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Would you care to embrace what your soul knows of its roots - your connection to Jango Fett?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Well, of course. Pross, what're you getting at?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "When offered a set of Mandalorian beskar'gam, the skin of our people, will you wear it and decorate it with honor and pride, as I do?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Uh...yes, Pross...bu-"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Will you learn and speak Mando'a, teaching it to your children, whether by birth or adoption?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Yes..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Will you defend yourself, your family, your clan, as a Mandalorian?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Of course..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Will you raise your children as Mandalorians, teaching them the ways of honor, culture and proficiency in combat as defenders of our way of life?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Elek, Pross."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Will you contribute to your clan's welfare, and when called upon by your Aliit'alor or the Mand'alor, rally to their cause?"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "It sounds good, but Pross, I don't have a..."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad Boomdodger."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Pross, I don't have a clan, or a family for that matter!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: " You do now. By those words, I recognize you as my son. You are of the Clan Prosstang, Rafrego Solus-Linnago Velrrus Family Line.  Honor us, Boomdodger Gai Prosstang."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: [Lowering to one knee] "I...I...don't know what to say."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "Think about cutting your ties to the old job and life, Boom'ika.  Prepare for a life of freedom.  It won't be easy, but the choices will most often be your own. Your identity will have the protection of our clan, though I recommend a new first name for you...[thinks for a moment]...the name Buuth goes back far in our clan history."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Boom: "Whatever. I prefer Boom."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Ferrigo: "That is fine among trusted friends, but we need to plan for your GAR death so they don't find you ever again."

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The Collapse of the New Mandalorians, Return to Civil War and Takeover of Prosstang Industries (20 - 19 BBY)
<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Much to the suprise of many who believed Death Watch was turned away by the New Mandalorians with the support of Jedi knights, the Death Watch resurged in 20 BBY as heroes in response to containing a large contingent of confederated criminal warlords who had proven the New Mandalorian Police and Security Forces to be utterly ineffective.

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