iron skin is the Basic translation of beskar'gam. Korkie is not quite used to his yet. this is actually the first part of a longer chapter but the second half is taking me a while to figure out so I wanted to go ahead and post this while i continue to wrestle with some new characters that i want to introduce.
this will make a lot more sense if you've read "The Duchess Diaries" chapter called "Old friends".

Resol'nare be damned! He didn't care if the core tenants of the old Mandalorians said he had to wear the armor. The stuff was kriffing uncomfortable. The only good point he could see in it at the moment was that it allowed him to get out of Gran's house with no one recognizing him.

Of course the helmet he had on didn't match the sparkling new, barely dry paint job on his beskar'gam. He had just grabbed nearest one off of a shelf in Gran's shop as he made his way out. That and a handful of credit chips from the register. He wasn't proud of that, but he promised himself that he'd pay Gran back as soon as he got the chance.

Now Korkie was wondering the streets of Keldabe, thinking. He oriented himself to the tower of the MandalMotors corporation that could be seen from all over the city and was sure he'd be able to find his way back to the seamstress/armorer's shop when he felt like he wanted to return. But even that reminded him of Soniee. Hadn't that been the company her Momma worked for?

Of course if he'd had his proper helmet he would have been able to use the navigation systems that were pre-loaded onto it. If he could figure out how to use them. The Heads Up Display (HUD Bo called it) was confusing and besides that Korkie couldn't bear to put the thing back on. He knew he'd keep hearing the echo of that Commander Fox's voice saying that he would take care of Soniee.

The helmet he was wearing had no electronics in it at all. It was merely the bare bones, showroom model that Gran used to demonstrate the style to her customers. Well, it suited Korkie's needs just fine. No one would know that it concealed the Duchess's ward and possible heir.

He did have one electronic device with him, Soniee's holo-notebook that he had rescued from the Academy's destruction. He hugged the notebook to his chest plates. He wasn't sure why he had grabbed it on the way out of the shop. Maybe he could find some place quiet to sit and scroll though holos.

When he happened upon the park, there was something vaguely familiar about it. No children were playing on the swings now in the early hours of morning. With a clattering of armor he sat down and opened the notebook. He scrolled through until he located the old holos of his mother. And there, that's why the park had looked familiar. His mother had walked here with Pre-Viszla once. The young cloaked girl was sat on one of these very swings and the handsome cadet knelt down to speak to her.

Korkie wondered if she knew then that she was pregnant with Obi-wan Kenobi's child. And again he thought about Soniee. Was it possible that she was just play acting like his mother had been? Was she just protecting him like Satine had sought to protect her lover and her child? That did sound like something Soniee would do.

He smiled, calmer now with the idea taking shape in his mind. He typed in a search on the notebook for the Prince of Alderaan, the play they had performed together. Surely she had saved the recording on the notebook. But the play is not what came up in his search. There was a link on the net to a piece of recent news. He didn't notice that the news source was a gossip network.

The headline read, "Real Life Princess of Onderon?" The images were of Soniee in the Senate Rotunda with Senator Lux Bonteri at her side. The rather outlandish story was that the two of them had gone to a party together, that Bonteri had tried to kiss her, and that Soniee had refused so violently that he had ended up in a med center.

Well isn't that what the clone had said, that Bonteri was in the med center? And then there were a series of images from the med center lobby. A girl in a Mandalorian helmet, painted green and white with the Clan Ordo aliik on the forehead, entered accompanied by a clone in red, black, and white armor. As he led her to the information desk, Korkie saw the gloved hand alight on the girl's lower back. She didn't push him away and for some reason the action seemed so familiar, as if he was used to touching her, as if she was perfectly comfortable with his touch.

Korkie slammed the notebook shut, rose from the swing, and started marching angrily away from the park. So what if she was trying to protect him. That didn't mean he had to like her methods. Jealously burned in him as he strode down the city streets and, without trying to, ended up facing a sprawling establishment with a sign hanging above the door that read, "Oyu'baat" and underneath that "Universe".

If she could drown her sorrows in drink, so could he, and what better place to do it than the planet's oldest cantina.