He checked the short range scanner as he banked the ship down towards the planet surface. He skimmed over the flat sandy landscape, using the time to consider something that had been bothering him.

Could there really be a new dark crystal? And if there was how has no one heard of it before ?

Din knew of the legends. Every Mandolorian had heard stories about the crystal and the dark saber through the ages. He also had heard stories that a female Mandolorian had the blade now, and was trying to unite the different factions of Mandalore scattered throughout the galaxy.

Ktar wasn't telling me something...

His thoughts were interrupted and he saw the changing landscape through the screen. His destination was looming towards him.

Mos Eisley.

This wasn't Mos Ethna. Mos Eisley was a huge sprawling city, but it also had its own problems. Din knew he would have to be careful here, wretched characters and villainy lurking on every street corner.

He started his decent, now able to make out the individual sand stone buildings and the facilities contained between them. He travelled low over the city before he spotted what he was looking for. He banked the Razor Crest sharply, as if he had been flying in her for years, smoothly landing in the middle of a circular docking bay on the edges of the spaceport.

As he walked down the ramp a small thin woman appeared from behind a pile of crates. She attempted to push her wiry unkempt hair back from her face as she approached him.

"Hey Captain !" she shouted with a grin, waving an oversized wrench in her hand, "what can I do you for ?" She looked over at the Razor Crest. "My rates to leave that thing here are very competitive, and if you want I can look her over and give her the old tune up if you want...?"

Mando looked at her, considering the woman in front of him. "I've just picked this ship up. I have reason to believe that the person who gave me it might be trying to keep tabs on me. I don't want this. I need the ship thoroughly checked. Can you help ?"

"Can I help ? Do dewbacks like the sand ?...of course they do. And just like that certainty I can help you with this. Peli Motto is the name by way..."

The small woman thrust her free hand out towards Mando as a greeting.

Din looked down at her outstretched hand but did not move.

"Not a hand shaker eh ?" the woman laughed. "All business ? I like that. Come into my office my friend. We'll discuss the price and then I'll get my droids..."

"No droids." The Mandolorian cut her short.

Peli Motto looked quizzically at him.

"What ?"

"No droids." Repeated Mando. "whatever you were going to charge me I'll pay you double...", he produced a stack of credits from a pouch in his uniform as a way to reinforce his statement. He handed over the stack and waited.

Motto's eyes widened when she saw the credits "Sounds like a plan my friend. I'll get right on it !"

Mando nodded "Good. I've got something to attend to whilst you are busy."

He walked away from Motto, towards the entrance of the hanger.

Mando emerged from the spaceport and into a bustling street lined with sellers peddling all manner of exotic items. Several of the sellers tried to get his attention, thrusting items in his direction. He ignored them all. He knew where he needed to go.