![A weathered sci-fi warrior helmet resting on a workbench next to a gleaming silver metal ingot, warm forge lighting, detailed metallic textures, cinematic lighting, science fiction concept art style]
Salvage job on Trask. Imperial freighter wreck, decades old. Found pure beskar in the hold—stamp confirms Purge confiscation. Heavy in my hands. Real.
Took a salvage job on the moon of Trask. Client wanted scrap metal from an old Imperial freighter that crashed in the war. Standard work, nothing worth remembering.
Except I found this in the cargo hold.
Pure beskar. Imperial stamp on the side—confiscated during the Great Purge. Must have been sitting in that wreck for decades, waiting.
The Armorer could forge this into shoulder plates. Or maybe a new signet if I ever earn one. It's heavy in my hands. Solid. Real.
Can't tell you what finding this felt like. Like finding a piece of home you thought was gone forever.
This is the way.