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Traversing the desolate landscapes upon Tatooine's surface, two speeder-bikes cross the desert. In their wake, clouds of thick dust remain, the flecks of sand hanging within the burning air. Upon the first, Cobb Vanth is perched, leading their conquest to stand against his city's enemy. On the other, Eden sits, piloting the vehicle, which, though she was too proud to admit, was worse off than the Marshal's. The gentle touch of cool metal presses against her waist; Din's arms wrapped securely around her to hold himself in place behind her. Slung from his shoulder is a material bag, of which a small, green head peaks out - the child gazing out merrily upon the world passing him by.
"You don't understand what it was like." The voice of Cobb slices through the heavy silence lingering within the air, his words dancing amongst the violent wind. Slowing his speeder to match the other's pace, Cobb's eyes glance back upon the pair; a bittersweet reminiscence shining within his eyes. "The town was on its last legs. It started after we got news of the Death Star blowing up. The second one, that is. The Empire was pullin' outta Tatooine. There was blaster fire over Mos Eisley. The occupation was over. We didn't even have time to celebrate. That very night, the Mining Collective moved in. Power hates a vacuum and Mos Pelgo became a slave camp overnight."
"I lit out. Took what I could from the invaders. Grabbed a camtono. I had no idea it was full of silicax crystals. I guess every once in a while, both suns shine on a womp rat's tail." A pause forces itself through the cracks of his speech; the memories raging within his mind consuming him in one, lonesome moment of weakness. "I wandered for days. No food, no water. And then... I was saved. The Jawas wanted the crystals. They offered their finest in exchange. And my treasure bought me more than a full waterskin. It bought my freedom."
The rapids of the man's recount sending ripples through Eden's mind, the current threatens to drown her within her own curiosity. Amongst the haunting memories that'd flooded from his mouth, only one, soul aspect of his tale had stuck by her - the mention of the armour. Vaguely nodding toward the beskar clad upon his body, a question spews from her lips; her pace alarmingly rushed. "Did the Jawas say how they got it?"
"Not a word." In the wake of Cobb's response, a silence creeps upon them; a tension brewing in the discussion's absence as his gaze flickers upon Eden. To the untrained eye, the slight furrow within Cobb's brow as he looks upon her would pass unnoticed, but, within her alert mind, it is clear as day. His gaze searing through her skin, Eden's every muscle tenses in anticipation; her fingers flexing against the speeder's handlebars. "Y'know, I think I've figured out why I know you."
His face unseen to the eye, apprehension radiates from the Mandalorian as his arms shift, tightening vaguely around Eden's torso. A flood of alert hairs prick her arms, goosebumps meandering across her skin as his curious gaze burns into the back of her head. The moisture draining from her mouth, she makes a silent attempt to speak; for a carefully made response to crawl from her silver tongue. But, before her time to utter a word comes, her saving grace comes within the form of a distant howl. The attention shifting away from his recognition, Cobb raises a single fist, motioning for the pair of bounty hunters to halt.
