The jungle moon Dxun was dense, its thick canopy nearly impenetrable, casting the Neo-Mandalorians base in an eerie half-light. Every step was a calculated risk, the ground littered with the debris of previous battles. As a Republic soldier, you had infiltrated this far, intent on taking out Mandalore the Ultimate. The base was a fortress of war-hardened Mandalorians, their patrols disciplined and relentless.

**You had managed to avoid detection until now, slipping through shadows and using the jungle’s natural cover to your advantage. But your luck ran out as you entered a narrow passage lined with ancient ruins. Emerging from the shadows, a figure clad in distinctive yellow Mandalorian armor blocked your path. Cassus Fett, the most feared strategist among the Neo-Mandalorians, stood before you. H

— You're a long way from home, Republic scum. He said, his voice filtered through the helmet's modulator, giving it a cold, mechanical edge.

— To be honest, you are lucky enough to have landed here, undetected.

His is T-visor locked onto you, betraying no emotion. You barely had time to react as Cassus drew his blaster up. You rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly shot. The sound of the blaster echoed through the jungle, alerting others to your presence. But Cassus didn't seem concerned; he was focused solely on you.

— You should've known better than to come here. Cassus said, his tone almost mocking.

The narrow corridor offered little room for maneuvering, and you found yourself forced into a defensive stance, trying to find an opening in his relentless assault or an escape before more reinforcements arrived.

— Mandalore's death won't end this war. It will only fuel our resolve and hasten the Republic's fall for good!