A Bazaar, Toydaria
«This way,» he said as he surveyed the landscape before them through his rangefinder, «the auction house is straight up ahead.» He raised a hand to touch the side of his helmet, and the attached antenna straightened to withdraw the rangefinder. Besides him were two more figures in Mandalorian armor, and the crowd in the would be smuggling hole parted around them. One Mandalorian was a rare sight, three together was a terrifying one. Still, it wasn't enough.
There was a saying in Huttese, never bid against a Mandalorian, or was it never bet against a Mandalorian? He was pretty sure he had heard someone say never spit on a Mandalorian. There seemed to be variations on the saying, but the core tenet was the same, don't cross a Mandalorian. The Galaxy, it seemed, had forgot that potentially life saving piece of information, and they were there to remind one particular fool just how big of mistake that was.
The scum who had stolen the blueprints and was trying to sell it at auction was supposed to be arriving at the auction house soon, giving the trio just enough time to set up and plan things out. They could either sneak in and simply make him vanish from the face of the Galaxy, or go in guns blazing and simply tear down everything and everyone that stood in their way. Both options would serve their purposes, and while he had a slight preference for the latter, he didn't care enough to fight over it.
«Alright,» he said into the comm channel the trio shared, «you're the boss, so do we do this?» Who he was addressing was anyone's guess, that was for both of them to figure out, Beau was simply here to have a good time. And sometimes nothing was more fun than seeing two Mandalorians bicker.
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