I wanted to write a short story regarding my Mandalorian Padmé's rival, the Clan's Cheiftan. Enjoy.
Aliit'alor Zorr-Bren Varr sits inside her lavish office decorated with trophies and personalized architecture, her orange eyes gaze out at the downpour outside her tower reminiscing about her life up to this point, stirring her glass of Deltron Spice Wine in hand.
Hate. A word she has come to embrace when it comes down to a singular group of people in this entire Galaxy: The Jedi.
Zorr-Bren did not hide the fact she was once a member-no, a family member of the Black Sun decades ago before the Mandalorian Civil War even occurred, a Princess in one of the various Falleen crime families and she could've become their Underlord by now had it not been for the Jedi. She hated one Jedi amongst the rest, Jedi Master Plo Koon, the Kel Dor Jedi raided her family's estate with law enforcement and cut down her family who were defending everything they worked hard to create.
Hate kept her alive, HATE kept her motivated, HATE made her one of the best warriors in this entire Clan! Clan Varr found her like a rat in the lower levels of Coruscant where she was forced to flee from the clutches of that masked beast. She worked hard, harder than most foundlings, poured every fiber of her body learning how to kill a Jedi like the Mandalorian Crusaders of the Old Republic in hopes it would someday be enough against him.
She hunted for years across the Galaxy, going the extra mile to stalk and butcher Jedi Padawans, Knights, and Masters once she isolated them and ensured they felt the same helplessness she experienced the day they ruined her entire future. She wanted no reward, no deals, it was purely a personal crusade against the Jedi and wouldn't work with anyone offering to kill them for she wanted complete independence on the matter. She finally found Plo Koon alone on Taris one day, she trained rigorously for years for this very moment and spent so many credits arming herself properly for his execution.
Yet she failed. She failed to kill the one Jedi who took everything from her even with all the Beskar, Slugs, Cortosis, and Skills she accumulated over the years and she couldn't even get the killing blow on the Kel Dor. She remembers letting out a primal scream into the darkness of the undercity, knowing her one opportunity to have revenge for her family failed and attempting a second chance would only invoke the wrath of more Jedi so she returned back to her Clan simmering in her hatred for them but she would not drag her people into her vendetta.
She would participate in the Mandalorian Civil War under the special operation to help obtain as much Beskar as possible from either side to provide for their future warriors. She took pleasure in cutting down those she considered both archaic and pacifistic fools still fighting over this barren piece of rock that was Mandalore and who waved around the ancient weapon of a Jedi in their armor, to her they were merely animals and she slaughtered them as such.
She would later earn the title of Aliit'alor after leading their Clan's forces in a temporary war against the Hutts that forced the criminals into signing a treaty before any major leaders were killed off and could've created the biggest power vacuum in the Galaxy at that time. She took her new role with stride and immediate hard work, working day and night to ensure their planet ran like a smooth running machine for her people to thrive and prosper.
For a while things were almost perfect, she raised her own daughter, a foundling human girl with blond hair and green eyes she named Lay'tilla-Bren Varr who she raised by herself, caring for the child as she watched her grow into a skilled and intuitive young woman. Then the Clone Wars arrived, Zorr-Bren and the elders concluded the war was a proxy based on the evidence laid out by informants, deciding to stay neutral in this war but would have Commandos sabotage Jedi operations in the frontiers of the Outer Rim.
When she heard the news of Order 66 she laughed, she laughed like a maniac and popped open her most expensive bottle of wine to celebrate their extinction. For that one night, she truly felt absolute euphoria in her life that was swiftly snubbed out following the declaration of the Galactic Empire and the later reveal that the Sith were the ones calling the shots. She trashed her office that following day enraged that Force users kept ruining the Galaxy because of their powers.
She then became infuriated about Senator Padmé Amidala being inducted into the Clan with twin children from a Jedi no less, it brought bile to the back of her throat at the idea of a politician and the Jedi children within her Clan but she had no basis to kick them out without being criticized for kicking out a mother and her newborns and she needed her people's during this galactic shift.
She beat, berated, practically pulled every trick in the book against this Nabooian woman but she refused to yield or flee, she doubled down and tried to befriend her, trying to persuade her that force users weren't so bad but Zorr-Bren refused to change her mindset on those freaks of nature, believing the Galaxy was better off without them.
Yet Padmé was persistent inside her Clan, working hard and befriending members through compassion and empathy then Zorr-Bren's stoic and calculative nature, it didn't help Padmé was a naturally beautiful woman much as herself which brought envy into her already icy heart.
Zorr-Bren takes a sip of her wine, praying for the day the Jedi and Sith truly die a horrible death and she could finally have true peace in her heart.