Leisure time is always fleeting. The Resistance had too much to do, and after two days, most of the people had left.
Amir was also leaving. Although he hadn't officially said he would join them, the people here had long since treated him as a comrade. Before he left, they all expressed their reluctance to see him go, hoping he would stay and fight alongside them.
But Amir didn't accept for the time being. Although he liked this group, he hoped to help them in his own way in the future.
Milisen whispered to Mona for a long time, then obediently ran onto the ship. She was a youngling now, and would continue to study with Amir and Obi-Wan.
Ever since the injured Amir had been brought back and put in the medical tank, Milisen, who had been running wild, suddenly became quiet. She went to the ship, got a datapad from 32, and would guard Amir's side, studying, although she was drowsy most of the time.
BD-4 was fine, just some circuits fried from the impact. After Amir woke up, he fixed him, and he was soon back to his lively self.
The biggest headache was Din Djarin. The little green guy he rescued seemed to have latched onto him, hanging around him every day, ignoring everyone else's attempts to care for him. Left with no choice, Mando was forced into childcare.
Amir also went to see little Grogu. Grogu was the only one in this batch of children who had been a Jedi youngling.
He was the same species as Master Yoda and had a very long lifespan. He was already over 30, but still looked like a two or three-year-old baby. Compared to humans, who live less than a hundred years, they can live nearly ten times that. In the movies, Master Yoda was over nine hundred years old when he returned to the Force.
Obi-Wan recognized little Grogu. Back in the Jedi Order, Grogu had stayed at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, receiving Jedi training. He was also very talented.
For the other children, they decided not to interfere with their future choices. But Grogu, who was already a Jedi youngling, was hard for Obi-Wan to ignore.
These two days, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka both spent a long time communicating with Grogu. But it was still difficult to determine his thoughts.
The only thing they discovered was that this child had closed himself off from the Force. He was always avoiding it, with a subconscious aversion to it.
His past experiences must have left him with deep trauma. He found it difficult to trust the Force now. In recent years, the Force had only brought him pain.
What Grogu needed most right now was a sense of security. Only when he opened his heart again, was willing to trust the world, and was willing to bravely face the pain buried deep in his heart for something, could he reconnect deeply with the Force.
So, he should stay here.
Ahsoka, seeing Amir was about to leave, walked over and pulled him aside.
"Come with me."
Amir, not knowing what was going on, followed her into the base.
The two walked to a large room inside the ruins. This was their storehouse, filled with all kinds of supplies, most of which were plundered from the experimental base.
"This base was extremely well-stocked, especially with nutrients. Probably because they were cultivating clones. We can make them into solid nutrient paste. Although the composition is a bit different, it's excellent as rations. Soon, the people on the planets we're helping can eat it, and it will last them a long time," Ahsoka said happily.
"There must be a lot of medical equipment, too," Amir smiled, also gratified. A few hundred grams of nutrient paste could sustain an adult for several days. And now, half the storehouse was filled with the nutrients to make it. No wonder Ahsoka was so happy.
The Resistance usually only did supply drops once a week. For life-sustaining food, these nutrients were much better than what they had before.
"Of course. And there's a lot we didn't move. Our two cargo ships have limited capacity; we only took a few important machines." Ahsoka pointed to a row of boxes in the corner, marked with model numbers. These were undoubtedly top-of-the-line.
"This is what I wanted to show you." Ahsoka walked to the deepest part of the room and lifted the lid of a crate.
Inside the crate were neatly arranged silver-white ingots.
Amir's mouth fell open in surprise. He couldn't help but pick one up and tap it by his ear.
Although he couldn't tell the difference, he had to perform the ritual. He recognized the metal.
The top-tier material for Mandalorian armor: Beskar.
He had only used three ingots to hire Din Djarin, but this crate had at least thirty or forty.
After Mandalore was conquered by the Empire, the Mandalorians lost control of their planet. Beskar became incredibly difficult for them to obtain, especially for Din Djarin's clan. Finding Beskar was even harder.
Their clan was called the Children of the Watch. They stubbornly believed in the ancient traditions and firmly followed the creed. For example, never removing their helmets in front of others was one. They believed these ancient doctrines were the foundation of the Mandalorian way. To lose tradition was to betray, to no longer be pure. As their saying goes: "This is the way."
But the modern Mandalorians on Mandalore no longer followed these rules. Everyone on the planet removed their helmets freely. This was intolerable to Din DDjarin's clan, so they left their homeworld, separating from the modern orthodoxy. After the Empire's Great Purge of Mandalore, they were forced to hide in dark underground passages.
Before Mando met Amir, only his helmet was Beskar, and that was likely saved by the clan's elders over many years.
"So much Beskar? This is one of the most valuable alloys, the galaxy's eternal hard currency," Amir exclaimed.
"This isn't all. There are three more crates," Ahsoka said.
"What? Did Gideon participate in the Great Purge?!" Amir was shocked.
A crate of Beskar couldn't be measured in credits. Its value wasn't just currency; its practical value was immense. Lightsabers couldn't cut it, and blasters wouldn't leave a mark.
"It's possible," Ahsoka said, her expression serious.
The Great Purge of Mandalore was a tragic event, and Ahsoka remembered it well.
The moment Order 66 was issued, she was on Mandalore, personally capturing Maul, who had usurped leadership.
Seeing Amir's eyes glued to the Beskar, Ahsoka smiled and said, "Like it? Take a crate."
Amir turned his head, stunned. So generous? This is a fortune. The Resistance needs money more than anything right now.
"Take it. Without you, we couldn't have completed this mission. We don't have anything else to thank you with," Ahsoka said seriously.
"I'll just take some. To make a bracer." Amir felt bad taking so much, but he really wanted some. With this and his own stash, he'd have enough to build something. The most important must be a bracer. This world was extremely unfriendly to wrists; everyone aims for the wrist with their lightsaber. Scary.
And shoulder pauldrons, too.
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