He stared over the equipment in the hangar ready for transportation, how could something so dead in the force bring about the restoration of a world. He watched the hustle and bustle around him as workers and droids moved about to get everything ready to be transferred onto the ship that would arrive soon. Weather the ship was provided by the Mandalorians or the Sith didn't matter much to him as he had other means of transportation if he needed. What he wondered about the most was the Mandalorian liaison that he was supposed to meet up with. He knew that at least there would be one for either side of the alliance though he wasn't sure if one side would supply more than the other.
Either way what he was most wondering about was if the Mandalorian had armour made of the supposed legendary metal beskar. He wondered if the Mandalorian would let him hit his armour in a controlled manner to see if it was some force property of the metal or that it was just such a super material in earnest. Though he'd most likely not get the chance, after all who wanted to be under a single blow even if perfectly controlled aimed and controlled by someone with a lightsaber. Though if he had to question the Mandalorians sanity by how or if the Mandalorian agreed to be struck with a lightsaber in the first place.
Shaking the thought away he instead flipped his sight over to the object in his hands, a datapad with very simple orders for him to be in this convoy. They were direct in the manner that he was supposed to be here and escort the equipment to its destination. However the wording of the reasoning sounded like nonsense to him, something about hands on diplomatic and logistical experience for when he'd eventually become a sith champion. It made sense intellectually given what was expected once one became a champion but the wording made it all seem so much like sophistry to him.
Either way what he was most wondering about was if the Mandalorian had armour made of the supposed legendary metal beskar. He wondered if the Mandalorian would let him hit his armour in a controlled manner to see if it was some force property of the metal or that it was just such a super material in earnest. Though he'd most likely not get the chance, after all who wanted to be under a single blow even if perfectly controlled aimed and controlled by someone with a lightsaber. Though if he had to question the Mandalorians sanity by how or if the Mandalorian agreed to be struck with a lightsaber in the first place.
Shaking the thought away he instead flipped his sight over to the object in his hands, a datapad with very simple orders for him to be in this convoy. They were direct in the manner that he was supposed to be here and escort the equipment to its destination. However the wording of the reasoning sounded like nonsense to him, something about hands on diplomatic and logistical experience for when he'd eventually become a sith champion. It made sense intellectually given what was expected once one became a champion but the wording made it all seem so much like sophistry to him.
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