Beskar
PREFACE
The lanky, Coruscanti smuggler ran with all his remaining strength into the dense jungle. His lungs screamed and burned like molten durasteel. Finally he tripped and fell. He didn't argue with the bad luck. He rolled onto his side and grabbed at his bare chest, gulping in air. Just then two heavily armored Mandolorians dropped to the forest floor and blocked the path further into the jungle. One reached down and jerked him up onto his feet. They were both easily over seven feet tall. They stood silently and waited for a figure that was coming around the corner of the path. He was a broad, tall and intimidating Mandolorian, with significantly more battle scars and markings on his armor. This was without a doubt the leader of the group that had been chasing him for the past hour.
"You put up a hell of a chase," scoffed the lead Mando. "Yea well….when you're running…..for your li…." The last word was cut off short by one of the large Mandolorian guards who had brought his rifle but to bear on the captive man. The silenced smuggler doubled over and coughed violently. "Shall we skip the pleasantries?" said the lead Mandolorian in mock politeness. "You have something of mine osik, and I would very much like it back." The smuggler looked up at the red and black beskar armor the lead Mando was wearing. He thought of the case he took from the base he had been told to go to. He couldn't help but to curse his stupidity of stealing from a Mandolorian. The lead Mandolorian grew impatient and looked at the guards. With one swift motion they brought the smuggler's hands above his kneeling body. The red and black clad warrior skillfully grabbed the captives wrists and with a short crack bent them in a way one wouldn't think possible and broke them. A dada chip and a crystal fell from his hands. The smuggler let out a terrible scream and the guards let him loose. All he could do was lay in a fetal position and whimper as he examined his strangely placed wrists.
"You two," the lead Mandolorian barked as he motioned at the guards. "Have fun and meet me back at the camp when you're done. The smuggler looked up and cried out, "WAIT!" He turned back around to face the pathetic man. "What is your…name" the smuggler managed to ask through pain filled grunts. The Mandolorian took off his helmet to reveal a young but heavily scarred face. "I am Atinverd, but my enemies know me as Beskar."