Defend your honour (5 Strength)

Lana (igniting your lightsabers): If you want them, come and take them!

Pre (putting his helmet on and igniting the Darksaber): You know, I was somewhat hoping you would say that!

You raise your right arm and lift your index and middle fingers from the hilt, in an attempt to **** **** Pre. However, nothing happens, you make a few more attempts, before realizing your **** powers are completely gone.

Pre: What's the matter Jedi? Can't use your fancy little powers? A shame, you will have to fight like a Mandalorian instead of a Jedi for one!

As soon as he finishes, he charges at you, forcing you to forget about your powers and focus on your defense as your sabers clash.

Lana: I don't need my powers to defeat you!

Pre: Bold words from a girl about to die! I will have those words engraved on your gravestone!

You activate your jetpack, fly above, and change your tactic from melee to ranged fight, shooting at him with your blasters instead. He deflects all your shots and flies after you, but you keep the distance between yourselves while maintaining the firing. Following a short fly-and-shoot contest, you land and try something else again, the flamethrower this time. As he's flying towards you at high speed preparing to strike at you with his sabre while you have just put your blasters away, you raise your hand and send the burning flames at him as soon as he gets into the range. You catch him by surprise, he can barely dodge your attack, and at the cost of his jetpack, which caught some of the fire, melting its launchable rocket part. He casts it aside and takes his blaster into his free hand, opening fire at you.

Pre: You aren't the only one with blasters here!

You ignite your lightsabers and deflect the shots back at him, which he also deflects but to the ground of the walls. After seeing how pointless it is to fire at you with blasters, he charges at you with his Darksaber again. You clash a few dozen times, pushing each other back and forth, until your sabers end up in a stalemate, having his saber pressed against the two of yours, following the perry of a vertical strike from above. He releases his hilt with his left hand and grabs your wrist with it, then electrocutes you. You collapse onto the floor, he then lets go of your wrist, preparing to strike at your neck.

Pre (lifting the Darksaber above his head): And now, I'll finish this duel, once and for all!

Lana (dropping a ticking thermal detonator onto the floor and grabbing his leg): It's both of us or none of us now!

Pre is shocked by the realization, that he has no time to strike you down or he'll be caught in the explosion too, so he runs off instead. You on the other hand activate your jetpack and fly away before the detonator explodes. It created a small hole into the floor of the throne room, but none of you were caught by the blast.

Satine (facepalming): Oh my, here goes my Wayland marble floor... I will send the receipt to the Republic to pay for the damage...

As the dust settles Pre catches you off guard by his cable attack from the smoke, binding and immobilizing you, just like during your first duel.

Pre (lifting the Darksaber as a sign of victory and turning around to show off to all the clan leaders): Mandalore is victorious once more!

Lana: Not this time!

You activate some small blades on your elbows, severing the cable and firing a similar cable at him while he's distracted by his victory celebration. He didn't expect anything like that, you kick him in the chest and once on the ground, you topple onto his waist control panel, robbing him of the chance to use his armour's arsenal to free himself. You hold your saber's edge to his throat, panting and vying for ****, but not killing him yet. Now, the duel was really over.

Lana: Mandalore has fallen! Long live the new Mandalore!

Pre (acknowledging his defeat): So it ends... The strongest shall rule us all...

Just as you are about to strike him down, your father rushes into the room through the main door, shouting for you to stop and spare him.

Rantar: Lana, Lana stop! Don't kill him!

Lana: But why?! He deserves to die!

Rantar: There's no need for any more bloodshed! He's clearly beaten! Let him go! You can claim his title without killing him!

Pre: Get away from here Rantar! Let your girl use her newfound balls and kill me, preserving my honour!

Rantar (placing his hand on your shoulder): You have reclaimed your honour, my daughter! You have fought like a true Mandalorian, none may say otherwise!

He looks at the audience and everybody nods in recognition of your skills. You look at Pre again and slowly back off of him. You put your sabre away, pick the Darksabre up and lift it into the air.

Rantar (shouting): Long live the new Mandalore!

Clan leaders (shouting standing up): Long live the new Mandalore! Long live the new Mandalore!

Pre (struggling with the cable): Fools! I'm not dead yet, she can't become the new Mandalore!

Two Mandalorians grab Pre and carry him out of the room while he keeps shouting all kinds of insults to everybody inside.

Satine (standing up): I protest, she can't be named sole leader of all Mandalorians just like that!

Leader of Clan Fett: I say we follow the old ways. The strongest, who possesses the Darksaber has the right to lead us! I say we get rid of Pre and that pretender Satine!

Leader of Clan Ha'rangir: Agreed! Get the duchess!

Satine (as two men grab and drag her off her throne): You! You have no right! You can't depose me!

President of Mandalore: Actually, Your Highness, we can. After a civil war through countless generations, an opportunity is presented to unite all Mandalorians once again. We are not going to miss this chance, just because you have a personal vendetta against the unifier.

Satine (outraged): This is illegal! The constitution says that I...!

President of Mandalore: Gentlemen, it seems our constitution requires some swift modifications. From now on, we may depose any presumed pretender from the throne who threatens the unity of the clans. Any objections?

Ministers of Mandalore: None!

President of Mandalore: Excellent! Now, your Highness, in the name of the Council of Mandalore, you are hereby formally stripped of your powers and titles. Take her away.

Satine (shouting as she's dragged away): This is outrageous! You can't trust a backstabber like here! She will bring destruction to Mandalore, you will all see...!

Rantar: Good work my daughter! You have done well, I can't tell how proud I am of you! Oh sorry, it'll take time to get used to it but, forgive me. Khm. Good work, Mandalore!

As you proudly take a look at all the assembled clans kneeling before you, the blinding bright light flashes again you find yourself in a small, empty room on Korriban. You somewhat miss the feeling of being Mandalore, but who knows, maybe someday you might just become one. The switch is in front of you, you pull it and leave the room.