---------WARNING-------
This chapter has some gruesome content, so If you don't think you can handle it
well
Don't read it.
ok warning over.
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Both of William's hands were balled into fists as he stared down the man who just claimed to be his father. The thought of this man, the Mandalorian staring him down across the hallway, being his father caused William's anger to grow. No, calling it anger was an understatement. What he was feeling exceeded the simple anger he felt when the rebel girl was brought aboard, it was fury. Fury that if was let loose, would probably destroy the entire hall. But this emotion caused William's rational to fight back and ask the question…
Why?
William continued to gaze at the man across from him, his fists slowly unfurling and relaxing. "Care to explain in more detail?" William said through clenched teeth, failing at the attempt to relax. Drekar smirked, then placed his helmet back on his head, blocking his face.
"You'll have to earn it, Boy." Was all William registered before the man raised his right wrist, a cluster of rockets punching into William and blowing him through the wall, sending him flying into another empty hangar. William slid across the metal floor for a moment before hitting the leg of a Vulture droid, the impact causing the inactive fighter to tilt and fall over. William struggled to sit up after getting six to eight direct impacts on his abdomen region. He looked at said region and saw that the armor did its job; the red coating was completely gone and some of the armor itself showed signs of scarring. Hopefully that was the only rocket barrage the old man had up his sleeve.
William got one foot up and knelt, still catching his breath from having the wind kicked out of him. He looked up to the hole he had created, seeing his so-called dad stepping through and onto the railing. Drekar looked down to William and laughed. "Good start, Boy! Now I know that fancy armor of yours can take some damage. Don't need to waste my last Whistlers on ya." He stated, his right hand now holding a strange looking blaster. He was holding it away from his body and was sliding...something into it, William couldn't make out what it was. William shook his head and stood up, activating the blasters on his left hand and aiming at Drekar. He aimed at the man who did not move, still stood there looking at William, still sliding objects into the odd blaster. William fired, and watched as his bolts bounced off Drekar's armor. each solid hit making an audible ping before flying off into another direction.
William stopped firing when he realized his blasters were going to be useless against him. He lowered his wrist as Drekar finished messing with his blaster, holding the strange handle that rested on the side of the barrel. Drekar jumped down and landed on the level William was on, aiming the blaster at William.
William was surprised once more by this father figure when instead of a bolt flying out and bouncing off of his own armor, the barrel exploded, and William was riddled with small pellets. The impact of the many fragments made William stagger, and continue to take steps back as Drekar pumped his weapon and fired another shot. William turned his back to Drekar and flinched when another round pelted the back of his armor. "You like this, Boy?" Drekar said, slowly approaching him with his weapon aimed true. "It's called a slug thrower. Ages ago, my people used these against the pesky Jedi and their laser sabers because they were deflecting our blasters, so we said, 'Try deflecting a solid object, you space monks.' " Drekar explained, all the while firing at William's back, destroying the paint and the first layer of his armor with each shot.
William wasn't listening, focusing on concealing his right arm, where a rocket was ready to fire. He waited until Drekar stopped firing and turned, aiming at the mandalorian's arm. He fired and the rocket made contact, sending the weapon flying into pieces. Drekar's hand did not go unscathed, losing his ring and smallest finger, leaving his right hand a bleeding three fingered mess. Drekar groaned as all of his nerves screamed at him, and the man looked up at William who rolled his neck. "I know I wanted you to talk, but please shut up." William commented before using his right fist to uppercut Drekar. The punch sent the older man flying, crashing to the floor only seconds being in the air. His helmet landed beside him, the visor showing signs of damage. Drekar looked back to William, who was slowly approaching him. Drekar grunted and raised his injured hand over his left gauntlet. He activated something and covered his hand in flames, cauterizing the fresh wound. Through this process, the older man screamed, the sound causing William to stop. It was a smart move, making sure no more blood would seep out of his missing fingers, but the amount of pain this old man just experienced had to wear him out a little.
Drekar groaned as he got back up, grabbing his helmet and placing it back onto his head. "Don't think this is over, it's only just begun, Boy." Drekar said, pressing a button on his right gauntlet. William was expecting something, but nothing happened, causing William to smile under his helmet. Drekar only began to laugh when two Vulture droids fell from the ceiling, their red thin optic receptors looking down towards William. Their target turned to look at the two fighter droids and there was a moment when nothing happened.
William began running, causing the droids to open fire upon him. Drekar laughed as he stepped back, intending to regain his strength as the droids toyed with William. These things wouldn't take out his son, they were just a distraction. He gripped the hilt of the blade on his hip and breathed.
William ran to the Vulture droid he had collided with earlier, using the deactivated droid as cover from the other two droids. Thankfully, when William disappeared behind their fallen comrade, the two Vulture droids stopped firing so as to not damage their friend. They looked to the fallen Vulture and they both released a sad whine. They slowly walked over to the droid when William popped back out and fired both of his arm blasters, sending a wave of bolts directly at the droid's heads. Both droids had no time to react and the storm of bolts severed the connections that attached the head to the rest of the body. In a matter of seconds, the Vulture droids went silent, the lights in their eyes faded and the heads slid off of their slanted bodies and fell to the floor.
William released a breath he didn't know he was holding, his blasters sinking back into his armor. He recollected himself and looked to where Drekar was, only to get assaulted by a fury of blaster bolts. Drekar had found an E-5 lying on the ground and was approaching William with rage, holding the trigger down. The impact of the weapon was not as terrible as the slug thrower thing, but it still made William stagger. William, in anger, popped the blaster in his left arm out, firing at Drekar, moving towards him as well. The two aggressively approached one another until the bolts they were firing at one another were bouncing off of each other's armor. A ricocheting bolt knocked the E-5 blaster out of Drekar's hand, and the Mandalorian replied by unsheathing his Beskar blade and swinging at William's arm. It connected, cutting through the armor and into William's forearm, but getting jammed halfway through.
William wailed, his blaster malfunctioning and burning out. In reaction, his right hand swung and punched Drekar, sending the older man flying once more. The visor shattered when it landed and Drekar rolled until he hit the hangar wall. He wasn't moving, but William had other things to worry about, like the sword threatening to cut his arm in half. William grabbed the handle, trying to pull it out, but to no avail. The blade was scraping against his bone. Seeing as the blade wouldn't exit the way it entered....
William slowly moved towards one of the Vulture droids and pressed his arm against it, the blade cutting into the armor. William stopped moving, seeing that his arm was against the droid's hull and the sword was anchored to something else. Now he could get the sword out.
He raised his right hand and slammed down on his left arm, the blade cleaving through the rest of his arm. He grunted, not having any more breath to scream before falling to his knees. His vision was blurry, his mind hazy as all of his nerves were shouting at him. He grabbed his dismembered forearm and popped open the weapons compartment. One last rocket was ready to fire, and he decided that it would. He slowly pulled the rocket out and held the cylindrical projectile in his hand, seeing the mechanism that activated the booster. Holding the rocket to his bleeding stump, he flicked the booster on and cauterized the wound.
He should be dead, but the suit was pumping him full of bacta gel, numbing the pain as the fires sealed his injury. "Cybernetics, here we come." William grunted before letting the rocket go, the projecting flying to Drekar before running out of fuel and landing on his leg. It didn't explode, but the old man didn't like that hard explosive object hitting him.
William stood up and grabbed the handle of the sword, pulling it out of the Vulture droid with a horrendous shriek. Drekar moved his head, trying to see William. All he saw was a red figure approaching him with a sword covered in red. He blinked and his vision cleared, seeing that his son had bested him. His head fell against the wall and the man laughed. "You did it, son. Good job. Now you can take out the bigger threat."
William pressed the blade against Drekar's neck, the blade pricking him and causing him to bleed slightly. "And who," William started, his breath ragged, "would that be?"
"The Empire, of course." Drekar replied, his breathing struggled as well. The man coughed and blood painted William's visor. The man must have been bleeding internally as well. "Damn, I suppose I won't be explaining everything to you after all. I'm sorry, son." Drekar took a deep groggily breath, his lungs pooling up. "Talk to Draxacon. He knows all." He coughed again, blood pooling in his mouth and running down his lips. "And take my armor. You'll....nee-" Drekar's head slumped over, his blood flowing freely from his neck and mouth now. William groaned, removing the blade from Drekar's neck. Jaeger pants, struggling to remain awake. The bacta was really helping him and restricting him at the same time. He stumbled to the stairs and walked up onto the catwalk and trying not to fall back into the hangar, made his way through the hole he had created in the wall. He stepped through and moved to the lift, aiming to complete his mission.
Shutting off this blasted Cannon.