The Mandalorian

The atmosphere is breathable.

Bo-Katan was right. Mandalore is not cursed.

Bo-Katan Kryze is going off to bring other Mandalorians in exile to us

so that we may join together once again.

It is time to retake Mandalore.

Have you come back to join the mercenaries?

I've come to reclaim my fleet.

Enough Mandalorian blood has been spilled by our own hands.

The ruler of Mandalore must possess the Darksaber.

While exploring Mandalore, I was captured.

And this blade was taken from me.

Bo-Katan rescued me and slayed my captor.

I return this blade to its rightful owner.

(ON COMMS) I found a derelict New Republic shuttle.

This was an extraction.

Flight times match the ship transporting Moff Gideon.

I knew it. He never made it to trial.

There appears to be something embedded in the cabin wall.

It's a fragment of beskar alloy.

Please. You set me up.

-(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) -(GROANS)

-(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING) -(LIVELY CHATTER)

Code T-K-2-7-5-5.

Report. And make it quick, as I am short on time.

Sir, I'm afraid the pirates have run into trouble on Nevarro.

In your last report,

didn't you suggest that the New Republic would not be sending support?

It wasn't the New Republic.

Magistrate Karga was aided by Mandalorians.

Which Mandalorians?

According to the reports received by the New Republic,

Bo-Katan Kryze lead a squadron of Mandalorians

alongside Din Djarin and his covert.

This cannot be. Those two factions are sworn enemies.

Which is why I contacted you with haste.

Continue with your mission.

I shall deal with our Mandalorian friends.

-(DOOR HISSES) The New Republic is vulnerable,

but we must be cautious and show no sign of our true strength.

Easy for you to say, Captain.

There's a fortune to be had plundering the hyperspace lanes.

Commander, your hit-and-run operations are gaining too much notice.

If we are perceived as anything other than a group of unorganized remnant warlords,

the New Republic will increase their efforts to hunt us down.

There are citizens loyal to the Empire on every planet in this galaxy.

They're already getting sick of this New Republic

and its rules and regulations.

And if we give them a show of strength, they will rally behind us.

Yes.

But that strength must not be wasted.

Grand Admiral Thrawn's return

will herald in the reemergence of our military,

and provide Commandant Hux enough time to deliver on Project Necromancer.

Captain Pellaeon, you always speak with much authority,

and yet, I see, (SCOFFS) once again,

that Grand Admiral Thrawn is missing from your delegation.

Any word on when he will be able to participate in the Shadow Council?

With respect, our one hope for success relies upon the secrecy of his return.

Captain, secrets are my stock-in-trade.

I hear whispers from one end of the galaxy to another,

and never a word of Thrawn.

You have spoken of his imminent return.

Perhaps, it's time we look to new leadership.

Hear, hear.

Project Necromancer is in place for that.

Yes, Commandant.

What has become of Doctor Pershing and the research you promised us?

Doctor Pershing was captured by the New Republic.

His research is lost.

For now, at least.

I also hear whispers, Gideon.

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

The creation of clones is your obsession, not mine.

I account for what goes on in my sector, no more, no less.

The same can be said of every member of this Council.

-Yes. -Of course.

-That's right. -Yes.

And yet, we individually scrape and claw resources

awaiting the grand plan to take shape,

while you and Pellaeon amass countless resources

and equipment which should be shared.

Oh, we already received your request.

"Three Praetorian Guards." (SCOFFS)

Sounds like someone is concerned about an assassination attempt.

And he thinks I'm being the flashy one.

And reinforcements for your TIE interceptor squadron.

And... bombers.

Yes, I see.

And what is your security concern?

Mandalorians.

What?

-They continue to be an issue? -They do.

I am increasingly confident

that they are preparing to retake their home world of Mandalore.

A resurgent Mandalore would hamper our efforts.

Which is why we need to stamp them out now.

Yes.

You'll have your reinforcements.

And your guard.

We shall be rid of the Mandalorians once and for all.

Long Live the Empire!

Long Live the Empire!

High Magistrate! High Magistrate!

An Imperial shuttle is advancing over the city.

First, that's a light cruiser. And second, it's not Imperial.

With apologies, sir. According to my data, it is.

No, no. It was an Imperial ship. Look at the markings.

See, those, my friend, are Mandalorian privateers.

I'll bet you, half that fleet was captured from the Empire.

So, they're on our side then?

I should hope so.

They're our welcomed guests. Come.

I hope these two groups get along.

They've never met,

and what little they know of each other, they hate.

They will if they wanna survive.

Take the children inside.

Welcome, fellow Mandalorians.

We invite you to make camp.

Let us prepare a feast for our guests.

Mando! (LAUGHS)

Welcome back, my friend. Welcome back.

That's quite a fleet you've assembled.

Little welcome gift to celebrate our new neighbors.

That's all the way from Coruscant,

so you might wanna wait for a smaller gathering before you open it.

-Thank you. -That's not the only gift I have for you.

What did you do to IG-11?

No, that's IG-12 now. Do you like him?

Do I like him?

Don't worry. He's safe.

You're sure?

Well, the Anzellans stripped IG down to his base motor functions.

They removed his memory circuit.

The pilot provides cognition.

Yes.

Think of it this way. It's more like a vehicle. Hmm?

It's safer that way.

Bad baby. No squeezie! (SPEAKS ANZELLAN)

Well, he's too little to operate this thing.

No, no, no, no. Let's see if he fits.

So what do you think?

They do nice work, I'll give them that.

But, Grogu is too young to operate heavy machinery.

-Maybe when he's older. No.

-What do you mean, "No?" No.

I think he's sayin' he's old enough to operate it.

Yes.

-Mmm-mmm. Get him out of there. No.

No, at least let him try it out in my office.

Yes. -No, this is not a good idea. Come on.

Hey.

Will you look at that?

Yes.

"Yes" what?

-Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. -(BABBLES)

-Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. -(LIVELY CHATTER)

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

-(TARSUNT SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE) -(GROGU BABBLING)

What are you doing?

Stop, Grogu. No. You have to pay for those.

-No. Hey. Grogu. Yes. No.

-Give it. No.

-Grogu, give it ba... -(GROANS)

Here.

This isn't working for me.

Mandalorians.

It is time to retake our home world.

Even though the planet is not cursed, there are still dangers.

Dormant species have been awakened from the bombings.

The remaining magnetic interference

has made it impossible to scan the surface from above atmosphere.