The Mandalorian

Stormtrooper: We have you four to one! The Mandalorian: I like those odds.

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The Mandalorian: They said 50 years old. IG-11: Species age differently. Perhaps it could live many centuries. [a green-skinned creature the size of a human baby appears out of the sheets] Sadly, we'll never know. The Mandalorian: [holds off IG-11 from firing] No, we'll bring it in alive. IG-11: The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated. [aims blaster at creature]

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I have never met a Mandalorian. I've only read the stories. If they are true, you will make quick work of it. Then there will again be peace. I have spoken.

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The Mandalorian: I can't thank you enough. Please allow me to give you a portion of the reward. Kuiil: I cannot accept. You are my guest, and I am therefore in your service. The Mandalorian: I could use a crew member of your ability. And I can pay handsomely. Kuiil: I am honored. But I have worked a lifetime to finally be free of servitude. The Mandalorian: I understand. Then... all I can offer is my thanks. Kuiil: And I offer mine. Thank you for bringing peace to my valley. [leaves the ship and mounts his blurrg; to Mando] And good luck with the Child. May it survive and bring you a handsome reward. I have spoken.

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Kuiil: You need to drop your rifle. The Mandalorian: I'm a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.

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Armorer: [looks at Beskar bars as the other Mandalorians witness] This amount can be shaped in many ways. The Mandalorian AKA Mando: My armor has lost its integrity. I may need to begin again. Armorer: Indeed. I can form a full cuirass. This would be in order for your station. Mando: That would be a great honour. Armorer: I must warn you, it will draw many eyes. Paz Vizsla: [grabs one Beskar bar and snorts at seeing the Imperial logo] These were cast in an Imperial smelter. These are the spoils of the Great Purge. The reason we live hidden like sandrats. [tosses the bar back on the table] Armorer: Our secrecy is our survival. Our survival is our strength. Vizsla: Our strength was once in our numbers. Now we live in the shadows and only come above ground one at a time. Our world was shattered by the Empire with whom this coward shares tables. [reaches for Mando's helmet to remove it but they fight until they come to knifepoint] Armorer: [stands up to stop the fight] The Empire is no lon

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