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What has become of Doctor Pershing?

Doctor Pershing was captured by the New Republic.

You held Pershing and were attempting your own experiments on Nevarro.

The creation of clones is your obsession, not mine.

Bo-Katan Kryze lead a squadron of Mandalorians

alongside Din Djarin and his covert.

This cannot be. Those two factions are sworn enemies.

I shall deal with our Mandalorian friends.

It is time to retake our home world.

Is that the voice of Lady Bo-Katan Kryze?

We have failed you, but our blasters remain in your service.

Where are we?

This is what's left of the Great Forge.

This was once the heart of our civilization.

Jet packs?

Those aren't Mandalorians.

They're Imperials!

I can make a run for the fleet and get us reinforcements.

There's a split in the ceiling there.

It's an ambush.

No!

Thanks to your planet's rich resources,

I have created the next generation Dark Trooper suit

forged from beskar alloy.

In but a few moments, The Purge of Mandalore will be complete.

Axe, come in.

I copy.

Moff Gideon is alive.

He's gathered his forces and he's using our home world as his base.

They're sending up fighters to destroy the fleet.

Evacuate everyone!

Use the capital ship as a decoy.

We can't beat them in the air. We have to beat them on the ground.

Understood.

I'm entering upper atmosphere but I have my orders.

I'll return... With the troops...

Can you hear...

Axe? Axe!

Come on. Come on. Come on!

No. No. No. No. No.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Help me up.

Will you cut me loose?

Yes.

Thank you for your help.

Grogu, I'm going to need you to be brave for me, okay?

We can't keep running.

If we don't take out Moff Gideon, this will never end.

You with me?

Bo-Katan, come in.

Received. Where are you?

We're safe. I escaped. I've got the kid.

I'm going after Moff Gideon.

Do you have a location?

No.

We are under attack. I have to get the troops to safety.

-Understood. -Stay safe.

If we escape to the surface, I know where we can hole up.

Let's go, this way!

Sir, the fighters and bombers have launched.

Their capital ship will soon be destroyed.

But the Mandalorian has escaped.

Shall we engage?

No,

I'll take care of him myself.

R5. Come in, R5.

I need you, buddy.

You're gonna have to scomp into the base

and get me the location of Moff Gideon's command center.

I'm sorry, I don't speak Binary.

I'm counting on you.

R5, how are those schematics coming?

Got it. Good job, buddy.

That's the command center.

The communications log says that's where he operates from.

That's where we're goin'.

Ready?

Stay close. Let's go.

Axe Woves to Fleet Command.

The scouting party has been ambushed by Imperial remnants.

They're launching fighters to destroy the fleet.

Received. How shall we proceed?

Load the Gauntlets

and send all available troops down as reinforcements.

Leave the capital ship behind as a decoy.

Bo-Katan needs our help!

I'll take care of the cruiser.

Everyone, go.

Move! Go. Go! Move!

Move!

Load everyone onto the drop ships. Go.

The command center is down there.

I don't have any weapons so this might get messy.

R5.

There's some barrier shields.

I'm gonna need you to deactivate them one at a time.

On my command.

Got it?

Deactivate the first shield.

Open the shield, open the shield!

It's not working!

R5, next shield.

R5, next shield.

R5, next shield.

R5, next shield!

R5!

R5, next shield.

R5, good job, buddy.

Wait here.

That's not Gideon.

Those are his clones.

Let's go.

We'll be safe down here a while.

We've taken refuge in these surface caves since the Purge.

Do you live here?

We have hideouts and food caches throughout the surface of the planet.

It's how we survive.

There are predators above and predators below.

You found underground gardens?

No.

We planted farms.

These are the old species indigenous to Mandalore.

They've been dormant since before the centuries of Civil War.

Once the planet was abandoned, they sprouted in spots.

We cultivated farms.

Life persists.

I've only ever seen gardens in the domed cities.

I never knew the surface could still sustain plant life.

All they need is room to grow.

Lady Kryze, your reinforcements have arrived.

Let's take back our planet.

My clones were finally going to be perfect.

The best parts of me but improved by adding the one thing I never had.

The Force.

I was isolating the potential to wield the Force,

and incorporating it into an unstoppable army.

And you smothered them before they could draw their first breath.

No, no, no.

No!

I've got this. Go save your kid.

Bo-Katan Kryze.

What's it gonna be this time?

Surrender or fight?

You did good, kid.

Bo, Koska, come in!

I'm coming in hot. Clear everyone out.

I'm going to take out the base.

Hand over the Darksaber and I will give you a warrior's death.

The Darksaber is gone.

You've lost everything.

Mandalorians are weak once they lose their trinkets.

Mandalorians are stronger together.

I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors...

"I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors..."

That I shall walk the Way of the Mand'alor...

"That I shall walk the Way of the Mand'alor..."

And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.

"And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart."

This is the Way.

"This is the Way."

"This is the Way."

Grogu is my apprentice.

He is no longer a foundling.

Add him to the Song.

He is too young to speak so he is too young to take the Creed.

He must remain a foundling.

If his parent gave permission,

couldn't he then become a Mandalorian apprentice?

Yes, but his parents are far from here, if they are even alive.

Then I will adopt him as my own.

This is the Way.

This is the Way.

Let it be written in Song that Din Djarin

is accepting this foundling as his son.

You are now Din Grogu, Mandalorian apprentice.

"This is the Way."

You must leave Mandalore and take your apprentice on his journeys,

just as your teacher did for you.

This is the Way.

For Mandalore!

For Mandalore!

For Mandalore!

For Mandalore!

For Mandalore!

Let me buy you a drink, Mando.

Thanks, but I'm here on business.

We really appreciate what you did.

You made our jobs a lot easier.

We've both been chasing Moff Gideon.

You would have gotten him eventually I just got there first.

Your kid sure likes the trophies.

It's not him, kid.

One of them reminds him of someone he knew.

Mmm.

I have a business proposition.

Shoot.

This youngling is my apprentice.

What does that have to do with me?

I'm a bounty hunter by trade.

Now that he is with me, I'll be more selective in my assignments.

Go on.

You don't have the resources to protect the Outer Rim,

let alone hunt down Imperial remnants.

And I need work.

Let me get this straight.

You want to work for the New Republic.

On a case-by-case basis.

An independent contractor.

Hmm.

You know this is against regulation.

It'll never get approved.

Which is why you won't tell them.

Let me think about it.

You already did.

It's a good deal and you know it.

Is that so?

All I require is a small advance.

What I want in return is that.

A scrap assassin droid head?

I need it for parts.

The people of Nevarro appreciate all you've done, Mando.

I want to give you this deed to a cabin just outside of town

where you can lay low with your new family if you choose so.

Between adventures.

Thank you.

And that goes for you too, Din Grogu.

And I have a gift for you as well.

Greetings, citizens.

I am IG-11, your new Marshal.

Your new Marshal of Nevarro.

I am here to serve and protect the citizenry.

There we go.

-Yes. -I am at your disposal

and serve at your pleasure.