"Two thousand credits."
"No way! For a Lateral Stabilizer? Not happening."
The Rodian growls and says "No credits, no stabilizer."
The man reluctantly hands over the credits and grabs the small piece of machinery, while also sneaking the small Beskar knife on the side of the table.
"A pleasure doing business with you."
He laughs in his head, picturing the millions of credits he could get for this knife.
He walks out of the grimy hut, savouring the fresh air of Naboo. It was raining outside, steaming when it hit the warm ground. The trees towered over him as he walked towards the Windfall. The small town was mostly deserted, save for two people in Mandalorian armour-
Wait. Mandalorian armour. It was made of Beskar. He looked at the tiny dagger in his hand. He thought of the credits he could get for it, rolling up his sleeves. But then he remembered his father, most likely on Nevarro. He was Mandalorian, and wouldn't take kindly to his own son stealing and selling their armour. He sighed and turned around, walking back towards the ship, not looking back.
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Ascendant Dust (ARCHIVED & BAD)
Fanfictionthis fic was originally published in late 2021. it sucks balls. og desc: I do not own Star Wars or its characters, I only take credit for my OC's and the storyline. Cover by @DarielClaire
