Six blaster hits. Two vibroblade strikes. One near-miss with thermal detonator shrapnel. Armor held. I held.
The Verdan job was rougher than expected. Hutts sent enforcers after I secured the target. Four-to-one odds.
Chest plate stopped two bolts at center mass. Would have been dead without it. Shoulder pauldron deflected a third. The rest missed or hit non-critical sections.
Field repairs won't fix this. Need a proper forge. Need the Armorer, or someone like her.
The beskar did its job. Now I need to do mine—restore it, honor it, prepare it for the next fight.
Because there will be a next fight. There always is.
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This is the way.