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suitably_heroic"You're a Mandalorian, aren't you? Why are you even here? Aren't you lot supposed to throw in with the new Mandalore?"
"The new Mandalore is an insult to all things Mandalorian."
"Really? I thought he was some big war hero."
"He was. Then he started consorting with Jedi. That's the only reason he even found Mandalore's mask-- because that Jedi Avner helped him."
Atton sat up suddenly. He'd been hidden away here for two hours now, listening to these guys talking about trivial nonsense. This post was a dead end - he knew that already - and the best he was going to get out of it was to shut down yet another minor operation, but he'd hoped to get some kind of intel out of these idiots.
Turned out the intel he was getting wasn't what he thought he might get.
'Avner' was a laughably obvious alias; this Mandalorian couldn't be the sharpest vibroblade in the box, if he couldn't figure out that was an anagram for Revan. But if it was Revan, then that didn't make sense in the timeline. As far as Atton knew, Revan had vanished some time before Canderous had declared himself Mandalore the Preserver.
Interesting.
The idiots had already moved on to something else totally inane, but he was done waiting. He kicked over the rack he'd been hiding behind. It toppled onto the table, sending the idiots scattering and grabbing for their blasters.
He kicked the weapon out of the nearest pirate's hands, activating his lightsaber just in time to catch some blaster bolts from the other two. Slammed his fist into the first pirate's stomach, then kicked him in the head, sending him sprawling. The second pirate got the table in her face. The third, the Mandalorian...
Atton slammed him to the ground.
"Jedi," the Mandalorian hissed.
Atton rolled his eyes. "So, I'm interested," he said, "What happened with Avner?"
"I'm not telling you anything," the Mandalorian snarled, setting his jaw.
With a sigh, Atton reached for the vibrodagger in his boot. "I could jam this in your abdomen and let you bleed out for a while," he said conversationally, though he made a point of pointing it a little lower than that.
The Mandalorian's eyes widened. Man, this one wasn't exactly the pride of Mandalore, was it? But his expression smoothed out a moment later. "You're a Jedi," he said. "I saw you on the HoloNews. Big hero type. You learn those threats from the vids?"
Atton tilted his head and affected an apathetic expression he hadn't used in some time. His voice was easy, slow, like he could barely get himself to care. "No," he said.
The Mandalorian said nothing in response. His expression had gone closed, his breathing faster. Great. This one really wasn't going to say anything unless he pushed it. And while it was tempting to follow up on his threat... sigh.
"Don't try me," Atton said, rolling his eyes as he stabbed the vibrodagger into the Mandalorian's hand with no small amount of force.
Then he got up.
At least there was some small amount of satisfaction in the fact that, going by the smell, he hadn't lost his old ability to make grown men crap themselves. Still. Some days, being one of the good guys just wasn't that much fun.
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"The new Mandalore is an insult to all things Mandalorian."
"Really? I thought he was some big war hero."
"He was. Then he started consorting with Jedi. That's the only reason he even found Mandalore's mask-- because that Jedi Avner helped him."
Atton sat up suddenly. He'd been hidden away here for two hours now, listening to these guys talking about trivial nonsense. This post was a dead end - he knew that already - and the best he was going to get out of it was to shut down yet another minor operation, but he'd hoped to get some kind of intel out of these idiots.
Turned out the intel he was getting wasn't what he thought he might get.
'Avner' was a laughably obvious alias; this Mandalorian couldn't be the sharpest vibroblade in the box, if he couldn't figure out that was an anagram for Revan. But if it was Revan, then that didn't make sense in the timeline. As far as Atton knew, Revan had vanished some time before Canderous had declared himself Mandalore the Preserver.
Interesting.
The idiots had already moved on to something else totally inane, but he was done waiting. He kicked over the rack he'd been hiding behind. It toppled onto the table, sending the idiots scattering and grabbing for their blasters.
He kicked the weapon out of the nearest pirate's hands, activating his lightsaber just in time to catch some blaster bolts from the other two. Slammed his fist into the first pirate's stomach, then kicked him in the head, sending him sprawling. The second pirate got the table in her face. The third, the Mandalorian...
Atton slammed him to the ground.
"Jedi," the Mandalorian hissed.
Atton rolled his eyes. "So, I'm interested," he said, "What happened with Avner?"
"I'm not telling you anything," the Mandalorian snarled, setting his jaw.
With a sigh, Atton reached for the vibrodagger in his boot. "I could jam this in your abdomen and let you bleed out for a while," he said conversationally, though he made a point of pointing it a little lower than that.
The Mandalorian's eyes widened. Man, this one wasn't exactly the pride of Mandalore, was it? But his expression smoothed out a moment later. "You're a Jedi," he said. "I saw you on the HoloNews. Big hero type. You learn those threats from the vids?"
Atton tilted his head and affected an apathetic expression he hadn't used in some time. His voice was easy, slow, like he could barely get himself to care. "No," he said.
The Mandalorian said nothing in response. His expression had gone closed, his breathing faster. Great. This one really wasn't going to say anything unless he pushed it. And while it was tempting to follow up on his threat... sigh.
"Don't try me," Atton said, rolling his eyes as he stabbed the vibrodagger into the Mandalorian's hand with no small amount of force.
Then he got up.
At least there was some small amount of satisfaction in the fact that, going by the smell, he hadn't lost his old ability to make grown men crap themselves. Still. Some days, being one of the good guys just wasn't that much fun.
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