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After arranging the personnel, people began practicing naval knowledge on the hammerhead-class cruiser according to the naval manual, and four hundred people drove the hammerhead-class cruiser daily for training in the Mandalorian System.
Meanwhile, all the rescued slaves were still trying to contact their homeworlds.
The first to arrive was a Wookiee gunship; four tall Wookiees immediately embraced the kidnapped Wookiees as they disembarked, howling loudly, "Ooh ah ah oh ah!"
"Do you know what they're saying?" Ray asked his companion, Hall.
"I don't know, but the boss seems to understand," Hall shook his head; he was only fifteen and hadn't learned Wookiee, so how would he know?
"I told you long ago to go to the community school in town; if you don't study at your age, you'll become an idiot. See, now you don't understand Wookiee, do you? I learned with them before," Kote said, grabbing Ray and Hall's ears.
"As if the boss is that old!" Ray protested to Kote.
Kote suddenly realized it was true; he always forgot his age, always feeling like he was already in his thirties. After all, he was in his early twenties in his last life, and now he was only twelve, which added up to over thirty. Moreover, thanks to his family's excellent genes, his twelve-year-old body was already 1.8 meters tall.
"Maybe I also need to find a place to go to school?" This thought suddenly flashed through Kote's mind. "If I go, would the Republic military academy be the best?" As soon as he started thinking, Kote's thoughts began to wander.
"So, what exactly are they saying, boss?" Ray had long since broken free from Kote's grasp and asked him.
Kote came back to his senses, "They're asking if they're doing well here, and if it was the Trandoshan who captured them."
"They only yelled twice, and it means all that? Wookiees are truly amazing," Hall sighed.
"Oh, ah ah oh!" The rescued Wookiee brought his kinsmen to Kote. (Boss Kote, you're truly a good person. These are our kinsmen who came to pick us up.)
"Oh, ah ah ha oh!" Kote responded. (Hello, welcome to Vadiel. This was all just a small favor.)
"Oh, ah ha oh!" The Wookiee was just as enthusiastic, giving Kote a big hug. (Mandalore will be our best friend from now on. Come to Kashyyyk if you have the chance.)
Kote handed the Wookiees the recently made holographic business card for his Security Company and told them to contact him if they had any problems. He was willing to help these furry guys anytime.
The Wookiees waved goodbye and left. Vadiel returned to his homeworld, Kashyyyk. But it wasn't just the Wookiees who cared about their people; a message came from a VCX-100 light freighter from Ryloth, requesting to dock at Vadiel.
As the freighter landed, two Twi'leks disembarked, one of whom made Kote's eyes light up; this Twi'lek looked very familiar.
"Hello, Governor Kote, I am Cham Syndulla, a nobleman from Ryloth. Thank you for rescuing my people," Cham Syndulla spoke to Kote in Galactic Basic and then stepped forward to shake Kote's hand.
A light bulb suddenly flashed in Kote's head: Syndulla?! Wasn't this Hera's father? Although he was more than ten years younger, Kote could still recognize him—Cham Syndulla, the freedom fighter who led his people against the Separatists during the Clone Wars.
"Welcome to Vadiel, Cham, I am Kote Vizsla," Kote gripped Cham's hand firmly, showing his welcome.
"I am very grateful to see my people alive, Governor Kote. These are the expenses for their stay here. Although it's not much, please accept it," Cham took out ten thousand credits from his waist and handed them to Kote.
Kote quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, Cham, I didn't save everyone for money. It's just my personal ideal. If I were to accept money, wouldn't it go against my ideals?"
"Noble people like you, Governor, are rare in the Galaxy. If there were more people like you, perhaps my people wouldn't always be kidnapped by slave traders," Cham sighed.
"I think your people need the protection of strength, Cham. Only with strength can you prevent those people from daring to offend your people again," Kote pointed to his ships in the distant starport.
"Perhaps, Governor Kote, but I think I will first use my strength to form a team to protect my people," Cham Syndulla saw the hammerhead-class cruiser in the distance and the new ships still under construction.
Kote again pulled out a holographic business card from his clothes. "This is the Security Company I established, called Free Mandalore, Cham. If you need anything or require personnel to help you train a small team, perhaps you can send me a message then." Then he took out another holographic business card. "This is the Vadiel Shipyard's business card. Perhaps one day you will need these."
"I would rather that day never come, Governor Kote. Please excuse me, I must leave," Cham left first, and all the Twi'leks had already boarded the ship. Cham Syndulla nodded to Kote and departed.
Thus, for many homeworlds that came, Kote gave them either one business card or both, depending on their needs. After all, most Outer Rim planets showed more or less signs of oppression, and many needed their help.
Meanwhile, on Jabiim, a teenager walked through muddy roads under a torrential downpour. A lightsaber hung at his waist. He walked aimlessly on Jabiim, where many small towns on the planet had been destroyed by pirate incursions.
The people had all been plundered, used as slaves by Trandoshan pirates to mine Ore on Jabiim, and the Republic completely turned a blind eye to this, which led to the boy's tragic life. He knelt in front of a house in the heavy rain, unsure if it was tears or raindrops streaming down his face.
When the boy reappeared, it was at a pirate stronghold on Jabiim.
"Wait, who is that?" In the heavy rain, the camp's lights shone on the boy.
"Who knows? Grab him and throw him into the mine to dig Ore!" A Trandoshan looked at the boy below and immediately descended the watchtower.
The boy stood there motionless, wearing a hood and looking down. The Trandoshan came down, ready to beat the boy first and then throw him into the mine. The Trandoshan pointed a blaster pistol at the boy.
"Kid, if you don't want to die, go dig Ore honestly."
The boy didn't answer. The only answer the Trandoshan received was the hum of a lightsaber, but he could no longer hear it, because his head had fallen to the ground.
The remaining person on the watchtower quickly pulled the alarm, calling for people to deal with this guy. At this moment, the boy finally looked up, taking three steps in two, directly leaping onto the watchtower, stabbing the Trandoshan to death with one sword, then cutting down the light, and then, lightsaber in hand, directly charged into the camp.
Lightning flashed in the sky, providing some light for the entire camp. The boy moved like a demon among the Trandoshan, only the red lightsaber could be seen constantly taking the lives of the Trandoshan. Finally, only the boy, with some gunshot wounds, remained in the entire camp; everyone else was dead.
Walking into the mine, he saw a group of emaciated Jabiim people numbly mining Ore, as if what was happening outside had nothing to do with them. At this moment, a Jabiim person looked up and saw the boy walking in.
"Korian Vos! Why are you back!"