Then—solid ground.
A dim, cavernous landscape stretched before him. Mandalore.
The air was thick with silence, untouched by life. This was one of the ancient caves—forgotten, abandoned. A place where warriors of old had once gathered, long before the civil war that was now brewing. The air smelled of dust and rusted metal, the faint remnants of past battles still lingering.
As Jin-Woo stepped forward, a familiar voice resonated through the darkness.
"Welcome back, Supreme Executor." A cold, mechanical voice. Offensive Bias.
In an instant, the Proto-Didact Exoframe reassembled itself around Jin-Woo's body. Mechanical components latched onto his form, piece by piece, seamlessly covering him in an armored shell. His helmet clicked into place, his glowing eyes now concealed behind the smooth, unreadable faceplate.
Jin-Woo flexed his fingers, feeling the weight of the armor settle over him like a second skin.
"Good to be back," he murmured, his voice echoing slightly through the mask.
He glanced around the cave, his instincts sharpening immediately. It was silent—too silent. A natural hiding spot, yet something about it felt… untouched, undisturbed for far too long.
Offensive Bias's voice crackled through the helmet's interface. "Suggestion added: Battle of Korda Six. Key individuals identified—Jaster Mereel and Jango Fett. If successfully persuaded to Supreme Executor's cause, reputation as the Armored Man will be significantly bolstered."
Jin-Woo narrowed his eyes. Jaster Mereel, Mand'alor of the True Mandalorians… and Jango Fett, his successor. Interesting.
Before he could respond, a notification flickered to life across his vision.
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[Notification: Event Quest Activated]
Quest: Mandalorian Civil War
Description: Ensure Satine Kryze becomes the undisputed ruler of Mandalore while the Death Watch is severely weakened—but still has a chance to regroup. Gain legitimacy in both Mandalore and the Republic. Secure 20% of Mandalore's beskar supply. Change the fate of Jango Fett and Jaster Mereel.
Rewards:
'Holocron of Nomi Sunrider
'1x Companion Voucher
'British Lostbelt Teleportation Voucher (Fate/Grand Order: English Lostbelt)
#Penalty for Failure: Loss of Second Anchor
Note: Do not eliminate the Death Watch entirely—ensure they are severely weakened, but still survive to regroup.
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Jin-Woo blinked twice. British Lostbelt…? Fate/Grand Order?
That was unexpected. The holocron and the political leverage made sense—but this… this had potential beyond just this galaxy.
Offensive Bias's voice came through the interface. "Supreme Executor, you appear momentarily disrupted. Visual indicators suggest a brief lapse in concentration."
Jin-Woo exhaled slowly, blue eyes glinting with realization. "No, it's nothing."
A cold smirk curled across his face. "Things just keep getting better. And I have a feeling this... Morgan Le Fay... might have more in common with me than I thought."
He raised his hand—two fingers extended—and without another word, Offensive Bias responded instantly.
Slipspace initiated.
Reality folded in on itself in a brief, blue distortion—and Jin-Woo vanished.
The next moment, he stood atop the streets of Sundari, the domed capital of Mandalore. The curved skyline loomed overhead—its gleaming, metallic buildings intact, the protective dome still sealing the city from the desolate wastelands beyond. But something lingered in the air: unease.
Though the city was physically unharmed, its spirit was fractured. Satine Kryze, the pacifist ruler, was gone—evacuated under Jedi protection after multiple assassination attempts. Her absence left a void, and with her pacifist ideals in question, many civilians saw her departure as abandonment.
But as Jin-Woo strode across the thoroughfare in his blackened exoframe, each step drawing a resonant metallic thud, heads turned. Murmurs rippled across the crowd. Whispers of a man clad in armor—who walked alone through fire and plague aboard the Invincible. The Armored Man.
And now, he walked among them.
People parted in his path like a tide. Eyes wide. Conversations halted. Some reached for holopads. Others just stared.
Then, a child broke from the edge of the crowd—a small boy, no older than eight—rushing toward him with a wrinkled piece of paper and a tiny pencil clutched in his hand.
"A-armored Man!" the boy called out, standing directly in Jin-Woo's path. "Can you… can you sign this for me?"
Jin-Woo stared down at the child silently. Then, without a word, he reached out—took the paper—and with a flick of his hand, sliced it into four perfect pieces.
"Get lost," he muttered.
The boy blinked. Then his face lit up with the widest grin.
"Thank you, Armored Man!" he shouted, scooping up the shredded pieces like they were sacred relics.
He bolted back to his family, waving the fragments in his hands, yelling, "Look! He signed it! He's so cool!"
Jin-Woo didn't stop walking. He didn't look back.
But in the corner of his eye, he saw something. A spark. A flicker. A flame reigniting in the people's faces.
Hope—rising in the ruins of this hopeless capital city.
Then came a sound from ahead. The clanking of armor, boots stomping across Sundari's metallic streets. A group of Death Watch soldiers dragged a civilian woman by her hair toward the center square. The lead soldier, a nameless brute with jagged plating and a battered T-shaped visor, yanked her forward and barked to the gathered citizens.
"Your so-called leader, Satine Kryze—the coward pacifist—abandoned you! Left this city, this world, to rot in silence. And this worthless wretch still dares to preach her ideals—preach that peace was the answer!"
He raised a blaster. "Let this be the consequence of treason—"
But the civilian was no longer there.
The square went silent. The blaster aimed at air.
Gasps echoed around the plaza as everyone turned.
The woman now stood beside Jin-Woo. Confused. Blinking. Alive.
She hadn't moved—she had been moved. In an instant.
Offensive Bias's voice clicked in Jin-Woo's comms. "Civilian relocated via short-range slipspace. No visual disruption detected. Illusion of teleportation maintained."
The Death Watch soldier stiffened. "You—interfered with our leader's justice?! Are you defying the will of Tor Vizsla?!"
But before he could say more, another Death Watch member stepped forward and hissed, "Hey—don't be stupid. That's him. That's the Armored Man."
The first soldier hesitated. "What?"
"The one from the Invincible," the other said quietly. "The plague ship. Rumors say he fought the Rakghouls alone, held the hangar, rescued Jedi, Senator Tarkin. Hell, they say he killed the infection with just his fists."
All eyes turned to Jin-Woo. But he said nothing. He didn't even stop walking. He simply... ignored them.
However, the Death Watch wasn't about to let him walk away so easily. Their jetpacks fired to life, and in an instant, the soldiers rocketed in front of him, blocking his path. The lead soldier, his voice dripping with arrogance, raised his weapon and sneered.
"It's our lucky day. Our leader, Tor Vizsla, wants your armor tech. You can come with us... or we'll drag your corpse back."
The air grew tense. The atmosphere around Jin-Woo began to shift, becoming suffused with a dark, almost suffocating presence.
A hiss broke the silence as the right half of his helmet slid open, revealing only one eye. That single eye glowed—not blue, but a deep, overwhelming purple.
His presence thickened. The shadows at his feet twitched unnaturally.
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[Notification: Emergency Quest Activated]
Quest: Kill the Enemies
Description: There are people who want to kill the Shadow Monarch. Eliminate all threats. Ensure your dominance.
Reward: 600,000 EXP, [Force Rage]
Penalty for Failure: Lose all Anchors. Permanent banishment from this galaxy.
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Jin-Woo's lips curled into a sinister smile, his voice low and brimming with thrill.
"Huhuhu… AHAHAHAHHAHA! It's been too long. Too long since I've felt this much excitement."
The plaza fell deathly silent.
The Death Watch soldiers instinctively staggered back. One of them whispered, trembling, "What… what the hell is he…?"
Jin-Woo didn't answer. Instead, in a flash of movement, he summoned the black-bladed lightsaber—Vectivus' lightsaber.
With a single arc, he cleaved through the closest Death Watch soldier. The blade, darker than midnight, shimmered with oppressive energy. The body hit the ground before the sound of the cut caught up.
One of the soldiers gasped. "T-The Darksaber?! But it's supposed to be with our leader—Tor Vizsla!"
Too late. Jin-Woo raised his left hand.
Crackling black electricity exploded from his fingers. [Force Lightning].
Five soldiers were caught in the arc, writhing in agony as black lightning engulfed their bodies, burning through their armor, their screams echoing across the square. One by one, they collapsed—smoking, twitching husks.
Only two remained.
Jin-Woo stepped forward—and reached out his hand again. [Force Drain].
The shadow swirled beneath the second-to-last Mandalorian. His body convulsed violently as life force was sucked from every inch of his form. Within seconds, he disintegrated into dust, leaving only the leader.
The last Death Watch soldier—pinned, trembling—raised his arm in weak defiance.
"If you kill me… there goes the ideal of pacifism. The same one that Satine Kryze stands for. You destroy her dream with your actions."
Jin-Woo didn't speak. His smirk deepened.
With a flick of his fingers, he raised the man into the air using Force Telekinesis.
The soldier kicked and thrashed, floating just above the center of the plaza. Civilians watched—horrified, silent—as Jin-Woo slowly clenched his hand.
The man's arm tore free from his shoulder, ripped away cleanly by invisible force. Blood sprayed across the polished tiles. Screams erupted from the crowd. The horror on their faces wasn't just at the violence…
It was realization. A public execution.
Jin-Woo stood beneath the levitating, twitching body, his cold gaze unblinking, his voice flat.
"Shouldn't you be worried about your own fate… huh?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.
The last Death Watch soldier, gritting through the pain, gasped out, "If I tell you something… something that's about to happen in the next ten minutes… will you let me go?"
Jin-Woo said nothing. Only silence.
The soldier took that as a lifeline. "The Battle of Korda," he coughed. "It's about to happen. Jaster Mereel… he's going down with it."
Jin-Woo's head shifted slightly. "That's very good information," he said. "But I was already aware of it. Thanks for the heads-up."
The soldier's eyes widened. "W-Wait, you said—"
"I didn't say anything," Jin-Woo interrupted calmly.
"People always… misinterpret silence."
The soldier's breath caught in his throat. "You said… you said—!"
Jin-Woo raised his hand.
The air around the soldier suddenly compressed with a thunderous snap. His body imploded midair, exploding in a geyser of blood and shredded armor. A rain of gore poured down in a wide arc over the stone street, painting the square in crimson mist.
The crowd screamed. Some fell to their knees. Others backed away in utter terror.
And Jin-Woo? He didn't flinch.
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[Notification: Emergency Quest Completed]
Quest: Kill the Enemies (Completed)
Description: There are people who want to kill the Shadow Monarch. Eliminate all threats. Ensure your dominance.
Reward: 600,000 EXP , [Force Rage has evolved into Force Enrage] (Due to hidden optional objective completed)
[Optional Objective Completed: Reveal that the Armored Man is not a goodie-two-shoes in the capital city of Mandalore]
Penalty for Failure: Lose all Anchors. Permanent banishment from this galaxy. (Nulled)
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He simply walked forward, his boots splashing through the blood. No remorse. No pause. Just progress.
Jin-woo lifted his gaze to the horrified onlookers. "You hear that, Offensive Bias?"
"Affirmative," came the AI's voice. "Processing data and integrating fear signatures across all observation networks. Slipspace engagement commencing—destination: Korda Six."
The world around Jin-Woo folded in on itself in a ripple of black and violet, and then—he was gone.