The man known as Beroya is, by all accounts, not that interesting.
Aside from the inherent mystique to being a Mandalorian in the galaxy of the time, when Mandalorians are rarely seen and mostly thought to be all but extinct, anyone who has worked with Beroya before will tell you that he is a man of few words, simple tastes, and generally indifferent to both the First Order and the Resistance.
He is a bounty hunter much like any other bounty hunter, and his knowledge of Jedi and the Force extends entirely to 'monk wizards that died, right?' and 'Force osik'.
So the lightsaber that hangs at his belt always, hidden beneath the cloak he wears, does not get much use, and remains unremarked upon by anyone who would care.
If you were to ask Kal'tra, because if you were close enough to get an actual answer you would have to be close enough to know his name, he would admit that he doesn't use it often.
This is one of the rare occasions that he has had to; there are some times that a 'saber is simply more effective than his beskad, such as when fighting off a trio of Besalisks that thought they'd put his armor to better use. He disagreed, and a fight broke out.
Now, Kal'tra is very good with a sword, but the Besalisks had been going for his helmet first, and that was absolutely not going to happen. A more efficient weapon was required.
And, he muses, staring at white plastoid armor, there are downsides to the 'saber as well, which is why he doesn't use it much; with the First Order around, it draws far too much attention, which he can hardly afford.
He barely hears the words 'Jedi! Blast him!' as he flees, using the side alleys and maze-like architecture of the mid-rim planet to his advantage. He can move much faster than most of his Clan; he has no doubt he can outrun a few Stormtroopers. Then he just has to lay low for a while.
Aya couldn’t believe she had hit him hard enough to where he stumbled back, she stayed on the floor for a moment slightly coughing. She was relieved for the distraction she would need to stall for as long as it would take for Axton and the others to show up which wasn’t soon enough. She was still stuck with this tall and strong man who could break her like a twig she finally got to her feet and tried to figure out what to do. She looked at all the parts that weren’t covered by the armor she was positive she wouldn’t get out of this easily maybe he was merciful she didn’t know.
She had no way of defending herself besides her hands and that didn’t seem to do much to begin with she knew she must have hurt him enough but it didn’t matter. “Just surrender it’ll be easier for you then we won’t have to fight, ” she tried backing up until her back hit the wall behind her. She swore where the kriff was Axton? He should have been here by now and she wasn’t sure if she could even stall him or if he would let her, she doubted he would even talk to her right now.
Axton followed the signal swearing because they were so far away “did anyone contact Lord Ren?” he asked a trooper nodded. “Yes corporal, he said to not let anyone on or off the planet until he arrived the General is also on his way” his stomach dropped the general? Why in the kriff was he coming here? He tried not to panic. “We need to hurry if anything happens to her it’s our necks” he said to the other troopers who had no idea about her relation to the general.
As he moved along the street people cleared the way he saw a cap laying there and picked it up this was definitely Aya’s they were getting closer. He was starting to feel relief until he saw a first order shuttle his stomach dropped that had to be the general and Lord Ren both scared the kriff out of him. He took a deep breath and looked down at his datapad the signal was starting to get stronger “shouldn’t be much farther set your blasters to lethal we have no idea where he is.”
Surrender? Really. Sithspit on a karking stick, what is this kid thinking? She doesn't even have a blaster.
"Really, kid? If we fought, you wouldn't even stand a chance. Come on, try and hit me. I won't even hit back." At this point, he's mostly just exasperated, and though he worries a little about the 'troopers, he's relatively sure he can just lose them again.
With a stutter in his heart, he remembers being on the other end of this exact scenario with his ori'vod; well, not exactly- little Kal'tra had tried to steal one of Atin's blasters, and it hadn't worked out- but Atin had said the exact same thing to him when he'd threatened to fight the vod for the weapon.
It's a strange thing to remember, especially now, especially here, but he remembers it all the same, and he sighs internally as he realizes he really won't be able to hurt the kid now. Sure she's made some shit choices, joining up with the FO of all things, but she's still just a kid.
And if he were to hurt a kid, he'd be dar'Manda. And nothing is worth that, not after his Clan took him in. He'd die before failing the resol'nare so badly.
Fuck, he realizes, things just got so much more complicated.
Karking stupid di'kut of an officer. Couldn't have picked literally any other time to come to this planet...














