@of-enormous-girth // post-finale starter call
In the end, despite the hollowness that eats at him with the reality of loss, all there is left for the Mandalorian to do is to begin again.
The Darksabre at his hip is potent, but given the spear of beskar on his back, it’s redundant too. He’s about checked out as far as close-range combat goes; the only thing he’s missing now is firearms, and he misses the Amban sniper rifle that had been his trusty weapon for over a decade dearly.
Bo-Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, and Axe Woves still don’t know what to do with him, but there is enough in the reality of his status as rightful heir to Mandalore that has them giving him enough credits to purchase weapon parts again. The Mandalorian had been insistent about it-- he’s not going to buy weapons, but parts-- and that’s what has him at this used part store today on some planet in the Outer Rim.
He notices the eyes on him, of course. Armour pieces made of pure beskar-- unpainted beskar, at that-- always draw attention. But he doesn’t speak up, nor does he call anyone out, until a woman stands between him and what he thinks may be a suitable stock to repurpose for his future rifle (among other stocks, yes, but still).
He waits. And he waits a few beats more. And, inevitably, he opens his mouth.
“Excuse me,” he starts, standing behind her with his arms loose at his sides, “there’s something I want to look at.”
And you’re standing in my away is implied, but not said out loud.
