The Mandalorian

When one chooses to walk the Way of the Mandalore,

you are both hunter and prey.

There is one job.

Underworld?

How uncharacteristic of one of your reputation.

Is it not the Code of the Guild that these events are now forgotten?

A Mandalorian shot up the Guild on Nevarro,

took some high value target and went rogue.

Traveling with me, that's no life for a kid.

They'll keep coming. - (COOS)

None will be free until the old ways are gone forever.

You have something I want.

This is the one you hunted, then saved?

Its species can move objects with its mind.

The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore The Great,

and an order of sorcerers called Jedi.

By Creed, it is in your care.

- You must reunite it with its own kind. I was a foundling.

The Mandalorians raised me in the Fighting Corps.

I was treated as one of their own.

- Did you do this? - No!

Did any survive?

We knew what could happen if we left the covert.

Our secrecy is our survival.

Take care of this little one.

This is the Way.

I'm here to see Gor Koresh.

Enjoy the fights.

Oh!

You know this is no place for a child.

Wherever I go, he goes.

So I've heard.

I've been quested to bring him to his kind.

If I can locate other Mandalorians, they can help guide me.

I'm told you know where to find them.

It's uncouth to talk business immediately.

Just enjoy the entertainment.

Bah! My Gamorrean's not doing well. Kill him! Finish him!

Oh!

Do you gamble, Mando?

Not when it can be avoided.

Well, I'll bet you the information you seek

that this Gamorrean's going to die within the next minute and a half.

And all you have to put up in exchange is your shiny beskar armor.

I'm prepared to pay you for the information.

I'm not leaving my fate up to chance.

Nor am I.

Thank you for coming to me.

Normally, I have to seek out remnants of you Mandalorians in your hidden hives

to harvest your precious shiny shells. (CHUCKLES)

Beskar's value continues to rise.

I've grown quite fond of it.

Give it to me now or I will peel it off your corpse.

Tell me where the Mandalorians are

and I'll walk outta here without killing you.

I thought you said you weren't a gambler...

I'm not.

All right, stop, stop! I'll tell you where he is.

But you must promise that you won't kill me.

I promise you will not die by my hand.

Now, where is the Mandalorian you know of?

Tatooine.

What?

The Mando I know of is on Tatooine.

I've spent much time on Tatooine. I never saw a Mandalorian there.

My information is good, I tell you.

The city of Mos Pelgo. I swear it by the Gotra. (GROANS)

Tatooine it is, then.

Wait, Mando! You can't leave me like this.

Cut me down!

That wasn't part of the deal.

Wait, what are you doing?

Mando! I can pay! Mando! Mando!

All right. Hey, hey, hey!

Sorry, gang. Come on.

- You know he doesn't like droids. - (CHITTERING)

May as well let them have at it.

The Crest needs a good once-over.

Oh! So he likes droids now.

Well, you heard him. Give it a once-over.

I guess a lot has changed since you were last in Mos...

Oh! Thank the Force!

This little thing has had me worried sick.

- (THE CHILD COOS) - Come here, you little womp rat.

- (CHUCKLES) - (COOS)

Looks like it remembers me.

How much do you want for it? Just kidding. But not really.

You know, if this thing ever divides or buds,

- I will gladly pay for the offspring. - (AIR HISSING)

Hey!

Oh, jeez!

Watch what you're doing up there. He barely trusts your kind.

You want to give all droids a bad name?

Thank you!

I'm here on business. I need your help.

Oh, then, business, you shall have.

Care for me to watch this wrinkled critter while you seek out adventure?

I've been quested to bring this one back to its kind.

Oh, wow. (CHUCKLES) I can't help you there.

I've never seen any like it.

And trust me, I've seen all shapes and sizes in this town.

A Mandalorian Armorer has set me on my path.

If I can locate another of my kind,

I can chart a path through the network of coverts.

You've been the only Mando here for years from what I can tell.

Where is Mos Pelgo? I'm told there's one there.

Oh. Boy, I haven't heard that name in a while.

It's not on any of the maps.

Because it was wiped out by bandits.

Once the Empire fell, it was a free-for-all.

I didn't dare leave the city walls. Still don't.

Can you tell me where it used to be?

Depends who's asking. You want to see it?

R-five! Bring the map of Tatooine.

No, take your time. Seriously.

You just can't get good help anymore.

I don't even know who to complain to.

- Let's go, let's go. - (BEEPS)

Waiting. Okay.

This is a map of Tatooine before the war.

You got Mos Eisley, Mos Espa, and up around this region, Mos Pelgo.

I don't see anything.

Well, it's there. Or at least, it used to be.

Not much to speak of. It's an old mining settlement.

They're going to see that big hunk o' metal long before you land.

You still have that speeder bike?

Sure do. It's a little rusty, but I got it.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a Mandalorian.

Well, we don't get many visitors in these parts.

Can you describe him?

Someone who looks like me.

Mmm...

You mean the Marshal?

Your Marshal wears Mandalorian armor?

See for yourself.

What brings you here, stranger?

I've been searching for you for many parsecs.

Well, now, you found me. Weequay, two snorts of spotchka.

Why don't you join me for a drink?

I've never met a real Mandalorian.

Heard stories.

I know you're good at killing.

And probably none too happy to see me wearing this hardware.

So...

I figure only one of us walking out of here.

But then I see the little guy...

And I think, maybe I pegged you wrong.

Who are you?

I'm Cobb Vanth, Marshal of Mos Pelgo.

Where did you get the armor?

Bought it off some Jawas.

Hand it over.

Look, pal, I'm sure you call the shots where you come from,

but 'round here, I'm the one tells folks what to do.

Take it off.

Or I will.

We gonna do this in front o' the kid?

He's seen worse.

Right here, then?

Right here.

Maybe we can work something out.

That creature's been terrorizing these parts

since long before Mos Pelgo was established.

Thanks to this armor, I've been able to protect this town

from bandits and Sand People.

They look to me to protect 'em.

But a krayt dragon is too much for me to take on alone.

Help me kill it, I'll give you the armor.

Deal. I'll ride back to the ship, blow it out of the sand from the sky,

use the bantha as bait.

Not so simple.

The ship passes above, it senses the vibrations,

stays underground.

But I know where it lives.