Jakku, Mot's Wet Pit
The master wakes me.
[Purpose.]
[Purpose.]
[Your purpose is to serve drinks.]
[Serving.]
[Serving.]
People come. People leave. The day ends. The cantina closes.
At the end of the day, I clean. I prepare. I talk to BL-N3.
Kuk-KUK-kuk weet gaTHUNK.
Yes. He keeps the lights on. I serve drinks. Tomorrow, I will serve drinks again.
-
The master wakes me.
[Purpose.]
[Purpose.]
[Your purpose is to serve drinks.]
[Serving.]
[Serving.]
Different people, today. Dark. Mean mask. Harsh voice. He sits at my bar. He does not order a drink.
I say: "What would you like to drink?"
"Not really in the mood right now, bolts."
Proper responses would be: Are you certain? / That is fine. / No reply.
I ask: "Why?"
This is not a proper response. The person does not seem to mind. He laughs, and sits back in his chair.
"Long day. Tight credits. Chasing a target. A bounty." He leans in. "Say, have you seen a man come through here? Grey armor, helmet?"
I answer: "No, I have not."
People come. People leave. The day ends. The cantina closes.
At the end of the day, I clean. I prepare. I talk to BL-N3.
Gwrrrr-THUNK-errrrr-weeeoo.
"Today was a different day. I did not only serve drinks. I asked a question."
KWEE-KWEE-KWEE hunk?
"There was a new person. He was looking for a man. I hope he finds him."
Tomorrow, I will ask questions again.
-
The master wakes me.
I wonder if the new person will come back.
[Your purpose is to serve drinks.]
I do what I am supposed to do. Halfway through the day, the new person comes back.
I say: "What would you like to drink?"
"Nothing. Just water, thanks."
I say: "Did you find the man?"
He laughs. He has now laughed twice at something I have said. I wonder if I am funny.
"Nah. He's tricky for one of his kind," he replies.
I say: "What is his kind?"
The man leans forward over the bar.
"Mandalorians," he replies.
[My purpose is to serve drinks.]
I serve the man a drink. He seems surprised.
"I'm not paying for that."
I say: "I know."
He takes the drink and downs it. I take his glass.
I say: "What is a Mandalorian?"
People come. People leave. The day ends. The cantina closes.
At the end of the day, I clean. I prepare. I talk to BL-N3.
Gnk-kakakaka-wOOP?
"He told me about Mandalorians. They are warriors. They fought in a great war, and now people will pay for them."
WOOPAWOOPA-keyooo.
"They wear special armor made of a special metal, and if you wear the metal, you are a Mandalorian too. Above them is the Mandalorian Master, Mandalore. He is the greatest of them all."
Korooo-beep-wopwop?
"It sounds like a great purpose."
Tomorrow, I will see this person again.
-
The master wakes me.
I go about my duties. I serve drinks. Drinks are boring. I serve drinks. Drinks are tedious.
The new person comes in. He sits down.
I say: "What would you like to drink?"
"Your best bottle," he replies. He sounds happy.
I say: "Why are you happy?"
"Got the stoopa. Was already half-dead. Barely put up a fight."
I serve him his drink.
I say: "And you will receive your money now?"
"Oh, I will. Had almost a full set of beskar on him on top of the head price."
I say: "This is good."
After he finishes his drink, he hands be a piece of broken metal. It is a small piece. I stare at it.
I say: "You do not have to pay, and this is not payment."
He laughs. It is the third time.
"It's a bit of the armor, yeah? Worth a good bit to the right buyer. Should cover my tab," he replies. He presses a hand to his head.
I pick it up. I turn it over. It is Mandalorian armor.
I say: "Am I a Mandalorian now?"
He laughs. A fourth time. I must be very funny.
"Whatever keeps your ship up, bolts."
People come. People leave. The day ends. The cantina closes.
At the end of the day, I talk to BL-N3.
BRRKA!
"It is their armor. I am a Mandalorian now."
BrrrrEEP-nknk-whirr?
"I do not know what I will do. First, I must find a helmet. A Mandalorian must have a helmet."
Wheeop...
"You can be my helmet, BL-N3. That can be your new purpose."
Beep-THUNK-gadunk!
"We will be the greatest Mandalorian. We will be the Mandalore."
Gwawawa-unk?
"We will talk to master in the morning. He will be pleased to know we have good purposes now."
-
The master does not wake me. I wake up on my own.
The piece of armor is still in my chest. I take it out. I look at it. It shines dull grey in the light. I put it back inside my chest.
I go to find the master.
He is in bed.
He is not breathing. He is not moving. For a moment, I do not know what to do. Then I do.
[Your purpose is to be a Mandalorian.]
I am a warrior. I will go do warrior things. The master will not mind, because he is dead. I will be Mandalore, the Mandalorian.
Br-unk-eeepbeepaWHOOP!
And BL-N3 will be my helmet.
The master wakes me.
[Purpose.]
[Purpose.]
[Your purpose is to serve drinks.]
[Serving.]
[Serving.]
People come. People leave. The day ends. The cantina closes.
At the end of the day, I clean. I prepare. I talk to BL-N3.
Kuk-KUK-kuk weet gaTHUNK.
Yes. He keeps the lights on. I serve drinks. Tomorrow, I will serve drinks again.
-
The master wakes me.
[Purpose.]
[Purpose.]
[Your purpose is to serve drinks.]
[Serving.]
[Serving.]
Different people, today. Dark. Mean mask. Harsh voice. He sits at my bar. He does not order a drink.
I say: "What would you like to drink?"
"Not really in the mood right now, bolts."
Proper responses would be: Are you certain? / That is fine. / No reply.
I ask: "Why?"
This is not a proper response. The person does not seem to mind. He laughs, and sits back in his chair.
"Long day. Tight credits. Chasing a target. A bounty." He leans in. "Say, have you seen a man come through here? Grey armor, helmet?"
I answer: "No, I have not."
People come. People leave. The day ends. The cantina closes.
At the end of the day, I clean. I prepare. I talk to BL-N3.
Gwrrrr-THUNK-errrrr-weeeoo.
"Today was a different day. I did not only serve drinks. I asked a question."
KWEE-KWEE-KWEE hunk?
"There was a new person. He was looking for a man. I hope he finds him."
Tomorrow, I will ask questions again.
-
The master wakes me.
I wonder if the new person will come back.
[Your purpose is to serve drinks.]
I do what I am supposed to do. Halfway through the day, the new person comes back.
I say: "What would you like to drink?"
"Nothing. Just water, thanks."
I say: "Did you find the man?"
He laughs. He has now laughed twice at something I have said. I wonder if I am funny.
"Nah. He's tricky for one of his kind," he replies.
I say: "What is his kind?"
The man leans forward over the bar.
"Mandalorians," he replies.
[My purpose is to serve drinks.]
I serve the man a drink. He seems surprised.
"I'm not paying for that."
I say: "I know."
He takes the drink and downs it. I take his glass.
I say: "What is a Mandalorian?"
People come. People leave. The day ends. The cantina closes.
At the end of the day, I clean. I prepare. I talk to BL-N3.
Gnk-kakakaka-wOOP?
"He told me about Mandalorians. They are warriors. They fought in a great war, and now people will pay for them."
WOOPAWOOPA-keyooo.
"They wear special armor made of a special metal, and if you wear the metal, you are a Mandalorian too. Above them is the Mandalorian Master, Mandalore. He is the greatest of them all."
Korooo-beep-wopwop?
"It sounds like a great purpose."
Tomorrow, I will see this person again.
-
The master wakes me.
I go about my duties. I serve drinks. Drinks are boring. I serve drinks. Drinks are tedious.
The new person comes in. He sits down.
I say: "What would you like to drink?"
"Your best bottle," he replies. He sounds happy.
I say: "Why are you happy?"
"Got the stoopa. Was already half-dead. Barely put up a fight."
I serve him his drink.
I say: "And you will receive your money now?"
"Oh, I will. Had almost a full set of beskar on him on top of the head price."
I say: "This is good."
After he finishes his drink, he hands be a piece of broken metal. It is a small piece. I stare at it.
I say: "You do not have to pay, and this is not payment."
He laughs. It is the third time.
"It's a bit of the armor, yeah? Worth a good bit to the right buyer. Should cover my tab," he replies. He presses a hand to his head.
I pick it up. I turn it over. It is Mandalorian armor.
I say: "Am I a Mandalorian now?"
He laughs. A fourth time. I must be very funny.
"Whatever keeps your ship up, bolts."
People come. People leave. The day ends. The cantina closes.
At the end of the day, I talk to BL-N3.
BRRKA!
"It is their armor. I am a Mandalorian now."
BrrrrEEP-nknk-whirr?
"I do not know what I will do. First, I must find a helmet. A Mandalorian must have a helmet."
Wheeop...
"You can be my helmet, BL-N3. That can be your new purpose."
Beep-THUNK-gadunk!
"We will be the greatest Mandalorian. We will be the Mandalore."
Gwawawa-unk?
"We will talk to master in the morning. He will be pleased to know we have good purposes now."
-
The master does not wake me. I wake up on my own.
The piece of armor is still in my chest. I take it out. I look at it. It shines dull grey in the light. I put it back inside my chest.
I go to find the master.
He is in bed.
He is not breathing. He is not moving. For a moment, I do not know what to do. Then I do.
[Your purpose is to be a Mandalorian.]
I am a warrior. I will go do warrior things. The master will not mind, because he is dead. I will be Mandalore, the Mandalorian.
Br-unk-eeepbeepaWHOOP!
And BL-N3 will be my helmet.