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"The Outlaw Mando Bluu" a nickname Wyatt had picked up in recent months, some extension of his self proclaimed alias "Mando Bluu" because after all who doesn't notice a Mandalorian's presence? Even if it was just the armor it has proven to be a conversation starter in his current circle of work, hunting bounty to put credits in his pocket and making connections with partisan groups by night.
The reminder of Medriaas, a home lost. Still burning in the back of his skull is the reason he risks his neck to help outfit, train and inform those who wish to stick it to the Sith. Even if he wasn't pulling the trigger he felt as if he was part of the effort just by the small means he has provided and plans to provide, especially tonight.
The reminder of Medriaas, a home lost. Still burning in the back of his skull is the reason he risks his neck to help outfit, train and inform those who wish to stick it to the Sith. Even if he wasn't pulling the trigger he felt as if he was part of the effort just by the small means he has provided and plans to provide, especially tonight.
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Wyatt sat at the table for two with drink in hand at the quiet corner venue on the upper concourse, even though it was Nar Shaddaa the evening was still young as he leaned back in his chair and scanned the room. Wyatt tries to blend in with these types of meetings in the event of prying eyes and curious ears, he wears a simple set of clothes and the breastplate of his armor underneath a poncho. The neck of the poncho extends up to cover just above the chin and includes a hood that is draped on the back, his weapons lie underneath and his left hand rests on his blaster. Drink in his off hand he takes a short sip of the dark stout and looks to the entrance expecting the arrival of his new contact. (@Real_Russian)