Public The weight of beskar (trade league and friends)

[Rosalind Carter]

Location: Susevfi

There were two things Rosalind could tell you about the city of Yumfla. First, it was a major trade city and where there was trade, there was opportunity. Secondly, and most importantly, this place ran on credits. Well okay, the second part was common for just about anywhere. To Rosalind, however, this was important because it was what she lacked in at the moment. Which brought her back to the first point she had. Without credits, opportunities were slim.

Solving her credit problem was definitely at the top of her list. I mean, what teenager doesn't want credits to spend? Rosalind, however, wasn't spending it on something trivial like the latest fashion trend. No, her goals were a little more basic. Currently one of those basic needs was sitting just on the other side of the glass window she had her face pressed up against. Beyond said transparent barrier was bread and pastries of every verity. Some may say you can't live on bread alone, but at least it let you live.

The small teen leaned away from the window, but keep her hands pressed on the glass. She could see her own reflection now staring back. Her blue hair that matched her equally blue eyes was pulled up into a messy ponytail. Small amounts of grime and dust that hadn't been wiped away tried to blend in with the freckles that dotted her pale face. The black and gray hooded was tattered along with her faded green t-shirt. Her brown cargo pants had seen better days and better patch jobs. All of which was pulled together nicely by her worn black and white sneakers. Seeing her reflection made her add a mental note for a bath and new clothes when she got the chance. First thing was first, she needed a way to get something to...

"Hey you little urchin! How many times have I told you to keep your grubby paws off that window?!" Rosalind didn't even need to turn and see who it was. This wasn't the first time she had drawn the ire of the store owner, and she definitely didn't feel like sticking around for whatever lay in store. The tiny teenager hustled her way down the street without looking back. Maybe she should try her luck down at the ports. They were normally busy at this time, and occasionally someone got careless with their cargo. No one was going to miss one tiny thing disappeared, would they?

Mig Gred

 

[Mig Gred]

A few HC-1s would slowly lower themselves around the freight built Arcon-class vessel, bring cargo containers from orbit while Mig was handling the deal, and Leddie Gred played "bodyguard" with the Magnaguard Mandalorian, Mynock. He looked at the trader as the parts came down. This would be a credit hit, but one his clan would happily take.

"Blasters, combat drones, and a medical conversion kit for one of our freighters. Now.... I believe you have the important part." The Rodian woman smirked, pulling out an ingot of metal. Mig grabbed it, puling off the "heart" piece of his armor and striking the ingot, listening to the ring. He was no smith, but that sounded like Beskar striking Beskar to him. Finally, some more armor for his clan, and others in House Solus. He put the ingot down, looking at the Rodian.

"Do I want to know?"

"Hey! I haven't disappointed yet, have I?" Mynock then pipped up.

"I believe you attempted to buy me at one point."

"Hey! Wasn't my fault I didn't know Mandos took droids. You want the Beskar or not?" Mig simply nodded.

"Of course. Just remember Mandalorians tend to have a...." She then cut him off.

"You don't intimidate me, softy. Wasn't long ago you'd take any scraps I could find." Ok. He couldn't argue there. He just sighed as they walked over to finalize the tiny details and check the container Mynock would follow with Leddia falling somewhat behind, having been distracted by some of the freighters flying in.

Rosalind Carter

 

[Rosalind Carter]

So exactly what was a small ingot of steel worth? That was the question on Rosalind's mind as she peeked between two crates. She could understand a large ship load would be worth a lot, but what was being exchanged here seemed a bit...excessive. Then again who was she to complain. After all, she wanted to find something valuable to earn some credits.

Stepping away from the crates, she pulled up her hood and began to sneak along the makeshift wall of containers. Finding the target was easy enough, but getting it was an entirely different story. She didn't need a lot, just enough to grab and bolt before anyone noticed. The small teen peeked around the corner of a container. She was closer now and in a good position to launch a quick grab when she got the chance.

That chance came rather quickly, and luck also seemed to be on her side. Not only did everyone get up and move away, they left the ingot sitting on a crate. Now all she had to do was wait for it.....wait.....wait....now! Silent as a shadow, Rosa moved forward until she was at the crate. Her small hand wrapped around the ingot and pulled it from its resting place. Unfortunately she disturbed a few other things on the crate as well. As she turned, she froze as she heard something hit the ground.

There was only a few seconds of panic as her mind tried to make a decision. Fight or flight, which of the two? Instinct took over and made that decision for her. Flight, most definitely flight. Without any further hesitation, she shot for the exit like a bullet.

Mig Gred

 

[Mig Gred]

Soon, all four of the deal makers would turn to see the young teen, only for her to dart off with....

"The Beskar?!" Leddie would quickly run after her as Mig looked back at Mynock.

"Deal with the rest. Leddie!" He knew he was going to have to run after not one, but two teens now. No piece of Beskar was worth this much trouble. He ran quickly, hoping to keep up, or at least take a different route to catch the runner and his kid. Leddie, meanwhile, was quickly running after Rosa, not really sure how she was going to stop them. Leddie quickly tried get ahead of them, and.... well that jump missed.

"Hey! Come on get back here!"

Rosalind Carter

 

[Rosalind Carter]

Bad day! Bad day! Was all Rosa could repeat in her mind as she darted out of the hanger. One of her pursuers was hot on her heels and desperate, or angry enough, to make a leap at her. Luckily she was just out of reach, but she wasn't sure for how long.

The teen slid around a corner and into the crowded streets. With any luck she could loose them amongst all the people. The only downside was having to push through the crowd without drawing attention. Sure she was small and could easily vanish amongst larger beings, but that also worked against her when their size came into play.

A quick glance back showed that she now had two armored pursuers after her. Just how much was this thing worth?! Normally people gave up sooner than this when they decided that one small piece wasn't worth a drawn out chase. That means she'd have to lose them and fast, and that meant putting her size and mental map of the streets to her advantage.

Rosa changed directions towards an alleyway close by. The width was narrow and normally packed with boxes and other stuff shop owners could shove back there. She quickly reached the entrance which was just barely wider than her shoulders from so much junk in entrance itself. Rosa scooted around and climbed various items until she reached a section that was narrow enough that she had to turn sideways to fit. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to quickly make it through the pass. What felt like and eternity, or maybe it was a few seconds, and she was on the other side in a different alley. But she couldn't stop now, she had to keep running.

Mig Gred

 

[SKIP]

Skip was enjoying his day. He had headphones in and was listening to his jams. Eating a cup of noodles. It was a calm day for the Logikosa. Any other day, he would have sat at a table of a fancy restaurant or bar, mingling with people, but today credits were short, and he was tired. So he sat on a crate in an alleyway listening to his music and eating cheap noodles. It didn’t upset Skip. He found the simplicity of it all quite relaxing. At least he would have found it quite relaxing if a young girl hadn’t just come barreling past him like her life depended upon it. Causing him to spill his cup of noodles all over the front of shirt. He looked up at the girl running off as he stood up and brushed his lunch from his shirt. He turned to see what she was running from, and saw a quite irate Mandalorian. Many thoughts ran through his mind, from why was a Mandalorian chasing a small girl down an alleyway, where was he going to get a replacement lunch? Skip decided he would continue his hero’s journey and quest for self betterment by sticking up for the little guy, and moving to defend girl.

Skip positioned himself to block the alley. “Hey, what’s the big idea?” He said as he braced to absorb the impact Mandalorian running into him.

 

[Mig Gred]

Leddie continued to try and run through the ally before.... Oh osik.... She ran into to someone. There were asking what the idea was...? Oh oh. Uh oh. She adjusted her trench coat a bit, not reaching for anything. Just getting herself put back together.

"Th... they took something important. It was.... uh...." Would this be a good idea to say what exactly was stolen? For all she knew this guy would go after it himself and not be as friendly after the fact. Heck, maybe he could note thee suspicion even through her helmet.

Mig meanwhile, while he lost Leddie did still see Rosa. For Manda's sake.... she'd be following this one right? Either way he looked from above, focusing with the Force to get a... vague direction. What could he say? He was may more physical with the Force. Most Mando'ade'jetii were. Either way, he would make his way that direction, before finally jumping from the rooftops to the ground. He looked around, trying to see where the heck the kid went. He sighed, taking off his helmet as he looked.

"Come on kid.... I know ner ad (my kid) was a bit excited, but you've got something pretty important to a lot of people. I might be willing to let it go, but I can't say the same about others."

Rosalind Carter SKIP

 

[SKIP]

Mig Gred
Skip noticed they were a little shaken. Probably didn’t expect anyone to stand up for the girl. “You want me to believe some street urchin stole something from a Mandalorian.” The doubt was clear in his voice. He hid his fear well. The reputation of Mandalorians was clear through the Galaxy. Honour bound soldiers who are damn near unbeatable in battle. Skip wasn’t sure he could win this fight, but damn if he was going to let some bully harass a street urchin.

 

[Rosalind Carter]

Rosa scarcely had time to get an apology out as she sped past the man with the noodles, accidentally spilling his lunch in the process. What happened next actually surprised her. Noodle man was standing up for her and confronting one of the people chasing her! That was....well, new to her. Most people didn't do such things for a urchin like her. Was Rosa going to stay and watch what happened? Nope. She wasn't going to stick around just in case the man had a change of mind once he realized that Rosa had stolen something.

Little Rosa rounded into another alleyway. Her hopes began to rise that she was going to make it, she was going to get away with the....whatever she had. Which was good because she felt her energy waning. The lack of anything substantial to eat was the main culprit to this problem. Once she was in the clear she could remedy that.

First thing was first, she had to.....dodge right! The teen launched herself without hesitation behind a stack of crates a split second before someone landed in the alleyway in front of her. Rosa's gaze had spotted a shadow moving across the building just a few seconds before her instincts sent up warning alarms. Which was a good thing considering who she saw when she peeked around the crate. Another one of the armored pursuers....

Maybe he didn't know she was there, perhaps he.....and that thought was cut short when he announced that he knew she was hiding around there. Now what? She couldn't keep running, her body just didn't have the energy for it and it wasn't like she could outrun these two, well at least the one. Rosa looked down at the beskar ingot in her hand. Was the chase worth this? Maybe, maybe not but her options were growing slimmer the more she waited around and hid.

The beskar ingot was carefully set on the ground and slid towards the man. Rosa peeked around the crate to see what he did. Hopefully he would just take it and leave, that's what he was solely after right? She was half hidden by the crate as she watched him with a wary eye. At some point her hood had fallen off, revealing just how young she was.

Mig Gred SKIP

 

[Corbin Vasher]

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

STARSHIP: Tra'tena SPEEDER: Burbr ARMOR: Burbr'Katya Mk II
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Nuhaatyc'bedtr - Gaan'sacitadr - Dueling Blades

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Corbin was strolling through the port of Yumfla, visiting various shop owners. Having grown up here, he was very familiar with many, so he made sure to check in on them now and then. Especially old Mrs. Deacon, who had run a bakery shop with her husband for a long time. Her husband had passed the previous year. Mrs. Deacon was still running it, but it wasn't as easy by herself. Corbin made sure to give her plenty of business to keep the shop open, it was only right after she had so frequently supplied him and his friends with treats as younglings.

He was carrying a sack of donuts and sweet rolls. He didn't normally like sweets, but these were made just right to be enjoyed by practically anyone. He was wearing his black armor but had his helmet off and balanced on the index finger of his right hand, so the people could see his smiling face.
His curiosity was peaked when he felt a slight disturbance... a flood of sudden panic from someone who was Force-sensitive, and then a subsequent chase by another Force-sensitive. Force-sensitives in Yumfla were pretty common, but this still seemed a bit odd, and neither was anyone he knew. So, he figured he'd check it out.

Helmet and bakery treats in hand, he slipped into the shadows and blended into them, disappearing from sight without anyone even noticing. He followed the Force signatures and leapt up on top of a building to watch them as he drew near. He could see them, a young girl and a fellow Mandalorian. Oddly enough, the girl stood out more than the Mandalorian. Being one himself and knowing a few others, Corbin wasn't ever surprised when he came across a Force-sensitive Mandalorian. The Force was choosing amongst all peoples with greater frequency than it had a few centuries ago. And despite the popular belief, the Force had a place amongst the Mandalorians in the form of the Manda. Corbin himself was in training as a Shaman of the Mandokarla. But no, the girl stood out. Something was different about her. Her Force Aura gave a slightly different spark, as if she were not quite human... If he had to guess, he figured she was probably "synthetically" created. Odd to find one that was human, though. And what was she doing on Yumfla looking like a street urchin?

She slid a ingot of what was obviously beskar (well, it was obvious to him, since he was a proficient metalsmith) to the Mandalorian. That explained why he had been chasing her. But where was there a source of beskar in Yumfla? Well, other than the supply he had himself. Most likely, that was a black market ingot. Corbin wasn't too pleased about that, but at least the metal had found its way back into Mandalorian hands.
Corbin decided he'd watch a little longer, see what would happen. Hopefully nothing violent.

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Rosalind Carter Mig Gred​

 

[Mig Gred]

Leddie gave the man a bit of a glare under her helmet. She didn't like being underestimated herself, and even if this kid had managed to sneak off and annoy the Manda out of her she still didn't like this kind of way to look at things.

"And I was born a slave and lost my new homeworld. You'd be surprised what people can do." And with that, Leddie seemed to decide now was the time to demonstrate. She wasn't Force sensitive, but Mig had made sure she knew how to out flank an opponent up close and personal, which just so happened to work good with escaping too. She'd take a side step, before jumping the other way, and moved to plant a foot against the wall before pushing off in a bid to get around the man. If she managed she'd book it. It wasn't worth it. She just wanted out of this situation.

Mig meanwhile was surprised when the Beskar was slid out. He'd walk over and peek in the direction it was slid from, noticing the kid behind the crate, and maybe she'd pick up on the mismatched eyes. Mig slowly picked it up, checking before speaking up and reaching into one of his pouches.

"You sure have a way of picking a target ad (kid)." He'd pull out some credits, floating them a bit closer with the Force. For what ever reason usually it made people slightly more at ease. "Maybe next time make sure to be a bit quieter. Pick someone who seems less willing to chase what you grab down." He then tapped the ingot a bit. "Maybe be careful with Beskar too. Has this layered look to it. And a lot of people would kill for it.... Especially now." He kept looking, wondering how Rosa would react to what he was doing and saying. He was trying to keep himself calm, hoping to figure out why someone was that desperate to steal something valuable.

Rosalind Carter SKIP Corbin Vasher

 

[Rosalind Carter]

Rosa warily watched Mig as he picked up the beskar. She wasn't sure what he would do, but she wasn't expecting him to float something towards her. The teen pulled behind the crate a little more, bracing to run if she had to. Then she realized that what he floated over was credits, actual credits, the very thing she was try to achieve. But...why? She had stolen from him.

Curiosity momentarily overrode caution as she slowly stepped out a little from behind the crate. She already knew the risks of stealing from people and the challenges that came with it. Today was just a....mishap in a way. What really concerned her was the fact that people would be willing to kill for what she just stole. She looked up at Mig and spoke in a quiet slightly hoarse voice. "What's Beskar?"

Mig Gred Corbin Vasher SKIP

 

[Corbin Vasher]

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

STARSHIP: Tra'tena SPEEDER: Burbr ARMOR: Burbr'Katya Mk II
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Nuhaatyc'bedtr - Gaan'sacitadr - Dueling Blades

Corbin watched as the Mandalorian levitated some Credits to the girl. Corbin had learned that his Mando brethren had different views on what it meant to be Mandalorian and how they should handle situations. The fact that this man was willing to help someone who had likely stolen from him rather than resort to violence spoke volumes about his character. Corbin dropped down from the roof top and strolled up to them to catch the last few words exchanged.

"What's Beskar?"

"It's a Mandalorian iron, very important to our people," Corbin said, "though this one is a forged ingot of high-carbon steel, as evidenced by the banding pattern." He gave his fellow Mandalorian a salute, fist over heart. "Corbin Vasher of Clan Vasher, House Kelborn, though our clan hasn't had any contact with any Kelborns in a couple generations. Not sure they even exist anymore, to be honest."
He then addressed the girl. "I take it you had no idea what you had gotten your hands on? Times must be rough for you if you're trying to swipe things when you don't even know their worth. Want some donuts?" He held up the sack of baked treats. "I'm sure you're probably hungry from all that running around."

 

[SKIP]

Skip smirked at the Mando’s comment about being born a slave. There was a lot to unpack about it. He wanted to say something about understanding what desperation can make someone do, or something about protecting the underdog.
But before he could say anything, she leapt up onto the wall to try and get around him. Skip wasn’t going to let it go so easily. This wasn’t his first rodeo. So he waited for her to push off the wall. Waiting for her to be mid air, where she would have a much harder time moving out of the way. He shoved through the force, knocking her straight back.

 

[Mig Gred]

Leddie thought this would be easy, but nope. She soon found herself on the ground, being thrown by… oh great…. The Force. She was in way over her head. The young Zabrak slowly got up, dusting off her trench coat before looking back. She panted, looking back, but not drawing weapons yet. “Really? That kinda trick….”

Mig was about to answer before hearing the drop, and turning to see another Mandalorian with heavier armor than his own light kit would answer. He smiled a bit and nodded as the man answered the question a bit better than he could, and when the Mandorian gave his name, Mig would give his own answer. “Mig Gred. Clan Gred, House Solus. And that’s why the trade you saw probably looked crazy, ad. Don’t know everything Marzo gets into, but she’s an old contact that’s good for her word when it comes to stuff like this.” He then smiled as Corbin handed the young girl some food, then thought about something.

“Where the heck is…. For osik’s sake.”

Rosalind Carter Corbin Vasher SKIP

 

[Rosalind Carter]

Rosa tucked behind the crate some more at the arrival of the newcomer. Seeing three people now dressed in the same armor made her a little more nervous about previous decisions. The two didn't seem to know each other, but came to a silent understanding of one another. This raised even more questions in her mind. Yes, she had briefly heard of the Mandalorians. No, she wasn't exactly sure who they were.

The girl shook her head when the newcomer asked if she knew the weight of exactly what she grabbed. She didn't understand the exact significance of it to these people, but it must be important. Then he caught her off guard with his next statement. Asking if she wanted food. He was just going to give it to her? There had to be a catch. Rosa slowly stepped out from behind the crate and took a few cautious steps. "You're just...going to give it to me?" She eyed both of them warily as she stopped a few feet away.

Mig Gred Corbin Vasher SKIP

 

[SKIP]

Mig Gred
“You play with the hands you’re given.” Skip said in response to the Mandalorian’s remark about using a dirty trick like the force.
He had to keep himself ready. He wasn’t sure he could win this fight. He was obviously outgunned and in armoured. He had to remain loose, aware. A stray blaster or stun bolt could easily end this match if he wasn’t careful. Though he didn’t need to win. He just needed to by time for the mischievous little scamp to get away.

 

[Corbin Vasher]

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

STARSHIP: Tra'tena SPEEDER: Burbr ARMOR: Burbr'Katya Mk II
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Nuhaatyc'bedtr - Gaan'sacitadr - Dueling Blades

Don’t know everything Marzo gets into, but she’s an old contact that’s good for her word when it comes to stuff like this

"There are those who help Mandalorians reclaim some of our lost beskar that has made it to the black market. Guess it's only fair they also make money off the effort."

You're just...going to give it to me?

"Yeah, I have plenty. Help yourself."

Where the heck is…. For osik’s sake.

"Let me guess, a lost foundling?" Corbin thought about what he'd just said and chuckled. "I suppose that's a bit ironic. Your adiik is welcome to some donuts as well, once we find them."

Rosalind Carter Mig Gred SKIP​

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig nodded slightly as he looked back to Corbin.

"Not quite credits, but let's say she doesn't get the good stuff without some serious goods or info." He'd then smile a bit at Rosa. Poor kid. Must've been through the ringer. He'd have thought more on it if the fact that Leddie was Manda knows where right now. When the other Mandalorian asked about the situation, chuckling some as he nodded.

"Trying to take her on more of these blue milk runs to show the non-fighting side of things. I'm sure she'd appreciate some food too. And don't worry ad. She shouldn't be too ready for a fight now."

Leddie meanwhile panted a bit as she looked at the Force Wielder. Ok that was fair. Use what you've got. She looked for any angle she had right now. She had one hand near her one of her Trayc'kal. She backed up some, looking at Skip as she quickly ducked behind some cover, pulling the weapon in the same motion.

"Guess you're right."

SKIP Corbin Vasher Rosalind Carter

 

[Rosalind Carter]

Rosa eyed the man a moment more. She was debating still surprised, and a little nervous, at the free food he was giving her. Hunger won out in the end, however, as she cautiously took the bag from him. Pulling out a doughnut, she gave it a quick sniff before biting into it. And it was....really good.

The teen had to slow herself from eating the doughnut too quickly lest she get sick, and to also not look like a starved animal. The rest of the world faded away for a few minutes as she ate the first real meal...sorta, that she had had in days. Her attention was only drawn when the first armored man, Mig she believed, said he wondered what happened to the girl that was with him. That's when Rosa remembered something. "Oh! She....kinda got slowed down by someone by the other alley. Some guy who spilled some noodles on his shirt."

Mig Gred Corbin Vasher SKIP