Spartan In Star Wars

P.O.V. Diesel and Clan Spartan

Sitting in the conference room Diesel and his direct subordinates watched the video feed from the training room. Replying on loop watching Rayath for any abnormalities. After some time passes Diesel turns towards the group.

"Today, I'm officially creating a new force called Force-Valkyries and this will be there future leader." After his declaration the room grew quiet. Every Mandalorian knew that the Jedi have always been an enemy of the old. History has always shown they eventually end up on the losing end of such wars when the Jedi finally get involved. A sense of uneasiness filled the room other than four individuals. The Spartans and Ril'ah saw this as an opportunity.

"Mandalore, If I may ask why are we allying ourselves with the Jedi? We have always been fighting them." The Mandalorian grew anxious waiting for an answer; a few even leaned forward hoping for a response.

"The answer is simple: if we don't evolve as a people, how are we expected to win. If we don't accept that we are indeed weak as history states we cannot move forward and get stronger. We Mandalorians have lost battles with the Jedi, and as time passes we grew stronger and developed tactics to fight against them. The last time we lost we grew peaceful and lost our chances to grow stronger again. This time we must make expectations and speed up our progress of improvement. What better way then to recruit the enemies to our ranks. The more Magic users we have, the easier it will be for us to train against them.

Would you rather us to sit and do nothing, and allow the Jedi to get stronger throughout the war. Read the history, understand it, and use it to make yourself stronger just like the Jedi did before. Search Darth Revan at the Great Library, you'll be surprised at the length some Jedi will go to find peace in the galaxy. "

Turning back toward the screen Diesel played the video again and began speaking. "I've been fighting wars against impossible odds and in the process of those wars, I've watched as brothers or sisters die, instead of staying still and waiting for the enemy, we evolved and got stronger as a race."

Again the room grew quiet as many Mandalorian thought back on the strength they've seen of Diesel. They wondered what kind of trials one must have to go through to get as strong as him and the other Spartans.

P.O.V. Swap

It was only day three of her training but each day that passed her training only got more difficult. The kept struggling through basically collapsing and instantly passing out to fall asleep at night. When she ate she would watch other Mandalorians train trying her best to pick up any pointers. She has had barely any time to actually practice her force skills. However, through mediating and healing her skills have increased and expanded her available force abilities. Even finding new applications on how to use the force. Although draining it could be extremely effective when fighting outnumbered catching the enemies off-guard.

Every training session increased her capabilities, every classroom meeting increased her knowledge. Every Mediation increased her force skills. For the first time never, she never felt so much improvement. Is it because she has direction? Or...

*thud*

"Time to get training 1500 push-ups, sit-ups and 15 miles are to be done in the next two hours." Startled because she was so focused thinking to herself she quickly got up and began running. Not even thinking twice about the order she was given.

"Yes Sir."

"Mandalor, don't you think you're going easy on her?" Ril'ah turned and stared at the Diesel wondering what his full plan was this time.

"Maybe, but she is weak, and we don't have the proper equipment for training. We need to make more training equipment."

"Training equipment sir?" Slightly confused Ril'ah sat in silence making notes in his pad. *Need to increase the amount of training equipment on our sh.i.p.s and make NEW equipment for improving trainees.*

P.O.V. Swap

"We're almost to the point where the force is telling us about a day out. We will soon find a new home my friends."

A small fleet of 5 sh.i.p.s carrying roughly about hundred Miralukans moved swiftly through hyperspace. Finally excited that the force called upon them to find a new home.