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Excarga. One more backwater planet in the Outer Rim that was home to a caliber of colorful characters, from the miners toiling the world to those making a profit around them. One of their establishments was typical enough with one of those fancy rules: “You do not talk about fight club.”
Well, the truth was that somebody always talked. “Oh no, oh no, oh please don’t, Madam Mandalorian! I need my fingers for pazaak!” The gambler had pleaded within the Winged Pike. “But you don’t need your toes, right?” In the end, the gambler had lost only information.
One sad story later and here Cas was, looking up at the night sky of Excarga with a golden hue bathing the atmosphere and clouding the stars. Then she saw the painting of a cloud fading on a sign that read “Blarb’s Bar” on a wayward street of a forgotten town.
After entering the cantina, it was a free shot downstairs into the gambling establishment, though eyes were all over the Mandalorian’s armor the entire way. An audience was going wild as two Shistavanen fought each other in a caged ring. Each time their hits connected with each other there was a spark of electricity from their gloves and boots and it was clear as to why. One guy took a hard kick to a chest piece that did not keep him from feeling it as he grunted and clutched his ribs. Shock-strikes. Brutal...
There were also guards aplenty, none of them terribly interested in anyone who was not breaking the rules, and Cas had no mind to as she approached a clerk—a female Zabrak standing behind bars.
“I’m looking for Tresk Nall,” Cas declared. “I think he’s the Quarren who runs this pit?”
“Yeah?” The Zabrak snorted. “What, you after an appointment? Only way you’re gonna meet with Tresk is by winning a cage match, Mando.” She nodded toward the two Shistavanen who continued to pummel each other. “Or did you miss the board outside that says the winner gets an audience with the owner?”
Cas had indeed. “That so?” With that, she headed into the ring just as one of the fighters emerged victorious and both departed.
“Hey, buckethead!” The Zabrak called out behind her. “I don’t think you can wear that armor in there!”
But she had to. Cas was only Anvil when her armor was worn and she could not afford to have her cover blown as she searched for her bounty. Tresk would lead her to that bounty: a Zeltron woman who had stolen a lot of credit from a Corellian casino and was on the run somewhere on Excarga.
By the time Anvil entered the ring, standing head to toe in her red-gold beskar, she looked around at the crowd and blurted out.
“What? No one out there willing to face me?”
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