You wouldn't think an astromech droid would look out of place on any civilized world.
Though they were more common in and around spaceports, the droids were damnably useful in just about any application one cared to name. So, in any crowded city on any world of a certain tech base, one could always expect to see a few scurrying about from place to place, doing Force knows what.
Keldabe, however, stretched the definition of "civilized" to the breaking point. Really, really stretched it. Though someone had, at some point in the distant past, decided that the roads were worth paving, many parts of the city were still all but impassable to the average astromech. And the less said about the parts paved with cobblestone, the better.
Secretly, Goran suspected that the cobblestone bits had been built so the city's occupants would always have something handy to throw at any streetcorner rabble rousers that happened to get on their nerves. Mandalorians were a practical bunch, after all. Maybe that was why it was drawn to them so.
The little Shard had been a great many things over the centuries. At one point, it had been an Iron Knight, a powerful warrior who had stood proud against the invading hordes as Orax fell. It had spent a few decades as a smuggler, its inoffensive astromech shell the perfect cover for sneaking past customs. It had once, disastrously, tried its wholly metaphorical hand at being a Jedi, and even more disastrously, as a Sith. None of the popular Force user ideologies really appealed to it. It had a hard time wrapping its crystalline mind around the concepts of Light and Dark.
As far as it was concerned, all being a Jedi or Sith amounted to was declaring that a rose smelled better than cabbage, and would therefore make a better soup.
Mandalorians, on the other hand, were perfectly content to use cabbage in their soup, so the little Shard couldn't help but feel at home in their ranks.
There was just one problem. It was, technically, a Force user. The skills had atrophied from years of disuse, to the point where it barely felt it anymore. Force use among Mandalorians was one of those things that fell in and out of fashion. Sometimes, they were cool with it, and actively recruited Forcies into their ranks. Sometimes, they weren't, and purged them.
The soldiers that poured into the city practically reeked of Death Watch. Death Watch, in most of its guises, tended to do the purging. Or at the very least, they were less than friendly to anyone who called the Force an ally. Goran didn't call the Force an ally, more of a useful tool on occasion, but it could use it. Therefore, it was a Force user. This wasn't widely known, but if the Death Watch had some kind of database, it might be in trouble.
There was no point in trying to hide or pretend to be a normal astromech. Even if normal astromechs were common in Keldabe, you didn't typically see them with all terrain tires. Or, for that matter, a pair of RCFC's
ER-1 rifles bolted to their domes, modified to be fed from the Shard's internal magazines.
If they had a database, and were out to pot the occasional Forcie while looking for this Monroe character, things could get dicey. If not, the little Shard was content to leave them to their business. And since a squad of them had just walked around the corner, well, it was about to find out one way or another whether or not it was time to leave Mando space for a while.
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