Miss Blonde
Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Echoy'lya was the home of the Mandalorian Crusaders, a place that Miss Blonde was quite familiar with. It was a small little moon but it contained the extraordinarily rare metal known as Beskar, while not enough to create mass amounts of products it was still enough for the more nefarious groups of the criminal underworld to create small little flash operations where they'd fly under the radar, collect small amounts of beskar, and then bonk out before being picked up by authorities. With the grip on the material that the mandos had, any small amount you could gather was still a fortune.
And while most Mandos did their best to mop up these sorts of operations a few always slipped through the cracks. But thankfully for them they had a safety net, someone who could think like the average criminal because she lived in that world. Miss Blonde the Mandalorian friendly crime lord was on the prowl today with her good friend [member="Break"] an older droid who was in need of some new armor.
With their ship loaded up, Miss Blonde piloted the shuttle towards one of these flash and grab operations. With engines at a low they drifted through the atmosphereless moon in hopes to get the drop on the group of smugglers they had to remove to retrieve the beskar.
"Alright, Break. Job is simple. We hit the target area, kill anyone who doesn't surrender. Get the Beskar, go back to my workshop, and make some new armor for you and Keira." She said as she began to slowly descend the shuttle.
And while most Mandos did their best to mop up these sorts of operations a few always slipped through the cracks. But thankfully for them they had a safety net, someone who could think like the average criminal because she lived in that world. Miss Blonde the Mandalorian friendly crime lord was on the prowl today with her good friend [member="Break"] an older droid who was in need of some new armor.
With their ship loaded up, Miss Blonde piloted the shuttle towards one of these flash and grab operations. With engines at a low they drifted through the atmosphereless moon in hopes to get the drop on the group of smugglers they had to remove to retrieve the beskar.
"Alright, Break. Job is simple. We hit the target area, kill anyone who doesn't surrender. Get the Beskar, go back to my workshop, and make some new armor for you and Keira." She said as she began to slowly descend the shuttle.