Fellowship of the Dice

Resyr quickly draws his holstered heavy blaster pistol and fires from the hip at the ASP-Series Labor Droid. The non-combat supply droid doesn't have any combat armor or programming and the Mandalorian's quick and perfectly aim shot takes the droid offline within seconds of it's activation notice.

* combat over *

Lorn quickly jumps over the counter and chases the fleeing fence. As he moves, the carbon scoring blast from Resyr's pistol lingers in the air with a burnt electrical smell of fried electrical circuits and transistors. Speeding around the corner, Lorn catches Krenzo with a tackle.

With Rayne and Resyr standing over the downed droid, Lorn walks Krenzo back into his shop with his hand on the Rodian's shoulder and his heavy blaster pistol thrust into the fencer's back.

Taking a good study of the fencer, the Mandalorians notice that Krenzo is small, even for a Rodian. Based on his shop, its easy for the Mandalorians to figure out that the Rodian learned to make up for his less than average physically capabilities with being smart and savy. His attire is a well fitted suit custom tailored to his small stature physique with the only blemishes being dirt on his knees and elbows sustained from Lorn's tackle.

A quick glance around the shop reveal it is filled with all manner of trinkets and imported luxury goods. All of these items have value for someone, though many of the goods are esoteric enough that only eccentric collectors might prize their true value. A side door leads back to a stockroom filled with numerous marked crates, unreadable from within the main lobby.

Rayne looms over Krenzo. "You're making this a lot more complicated than this needs to be. If you cooperate with us, we'll be willing to overlook this ... unprovoked attack on your part. Now how about answering our question about the Mandalorian armor. Who was the buyer and why was the seller?"

Krenzo cowers under the Mandalorian threats. "I... I don't know anything about armor. I run a legitimate business here." The Rodian glances around his shop and scans the Mandalorians up and down pausing while looking at their gear. "If you're looking to sell something, then I can sell anything. There's. There's not been any Mandalorians in these parts since I've been here."

Rayne backs off and says, "Let's say you did come upon some Mandalorian armor. Who, in theory, might you sell it to?" She goes back to her earlier strategy of not accusing him of anything, leaving him a way to give them the information without actually confessing to anything.

The Rodian shifts a bit as he looks uncomfortable. "If.. If it was beskar, then I'd sell it myself and retire to somewhere nicer than here." Knowing that's not what they meant, his eyes dart back and forth before giving in to the three towering, armored warriors. "There's a... a collector that buys anything Mandalorian related, but I haven't seen any of those things pass through the city in years."

"We could always drop a rumor about some being on the market, Captain," Lorne suggests.

Rayne nods at Lorne's words, but keeps her eye on Krenzo. "And if we wanted to deal directly with this collector--just to ask some questions you understand--who would we talk to?"

The Rodian says, "I don't know who they are. I just know there's always been word of a big buyer. Every fence in the sector is looking out for anything from before the Empire destroyed the planet. I didn't even know there were any living Mandalorians in the galaxy. Alderaan is another big seller."

Rayne sighs and says, "Alright then. Looks like we'll have to go with Lorne's suggestion. Now, we also have another matter of business with you." She pauses to gather her thoughts. "Now, I imagine in your line of work, you have dealings with all sorts of people, including some whose activities might be of a dubious nature. If wanted to do business with the Crimson Dawn, would you be able to arrange that for us?"

The Rodian shifts, "I.. I can try. I don't know how to contact them. Someone from there would contact me. But.. you don't want to mess with them. They are taking over here."