When one chooses to walk the Way of the Mandalore,
you are both hunter and prey.
There is one job.
Underworld?
How uncharacteristic of one of your reputation.
Is it not the Code of the Guild that these events are now forgotten?
A Mandalorian shot up the Guild on Nevarro,
took some high value target and went rogue.
Traveling with me, that's no life for a kid.
They'll keep coming.
None will be free until the old ways are gone forever.
You have something I want.
This is the one you hunted, then saved?
Its species can move objects with its mind.
The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore The Great,
and an order of sorcerers called Jedi.
By Creed, it is in your care.
- You must reunite it with its own kind. - I was a foundling.
The Mandalorians raised me in the Fighting Corps.
I was treated as one of their own.
- Did you do this? - No!
Did any survive?
We knew what could happen if we left the covert.
Our secrecy is our survival.
Take care of this little one.
This is the Way.
I'm here to see Gor Koresh.
Enjoy the fights.
You know this is no place for a child.
Wherever I go, he goes.
So I've heard.
I've been quested to bring him to his kind.
If I can locate other Mandalorians, they can help guide me.
I'm told you know where to find them.
It's uncouth to talk business immediately.
Just enjoy the entertainment.
Bah! My Gamorrean's not doing well. Kill him! Finish him!
Do you gamble, Mando?
Not when it can be avoided.
Well, I'll bet you the information you seek
that this Gamorrean's going to die within the next minute and a half.
And all you have to put up in exchange is your shiny beskar armor.
I'm prepared to pay you for the information.
I'm not leaving my fate up to chance.
Nor am I.
Thank you for coming to me.
Normally, I have to seek out remnants of you Mandalorians in your hidden hives
to harvest your precious shiny shells.
Beskar's value continues to rise.
I've grown quite fond of it.
Give it to me now or I will peel it off your corpse.
Tell me where the Mandalorians are
and I'll walk outta here without killing you.
I thought you said you weren't a gambler…
I'm not.
All right, stop, stop! I'll tell you where he is.
But you must promise that you won't kill me.
I promise you will not die by my hand.
Now, where is the Mandalorian you know of?
Tatooine.
What?
The Mando I know of is on Tatooine.
I've spent much time on Tatooine. I never saw a Mandalorian there.
My information is good, I tell you.
The city of Mos Pelgo. I swear it by the Gotra.
Tatooine it is, then.
Wait, Mando! You can't leave me like this.
Cut me down!
That wasn't part of the deal.
Wait, what are you doing?
Mando! I can pay! Mando! Mando!
All right. Hey, hey, hey!
Sorry, gang. Come on.
You know he doesn't like droids.
May as well let them have at it.
The Crest needs a good once-over.
Oh! So he likes droids now.
Well, you heard him. Give it a once-over.
I guess a lot has changed since you were last in Mos…
Oh! Thank the Force!
This little thing has had me worried sick.
Come here, you little womp rat.
Looks like it remembers me.
How much do you want for it? Just kidding. But not really.
You know, if this thing ever divides or buds,
I will gladly pay for the offspring.
Hey!
Oh, jeez!
Watch what you're doing up there. He barely trusts your kind.
You want to give all droids a bad name?
Thank you!
I'm here on business. I need your help.
Oh, then, business, you shall have.
Care for me to watch this wrinkled critter while you seek out adventure?
I've been quested to bring this one back to its kind.
Oh, wow. I can't help you there.
I've never seen any like it.
And trust me, I've seen all shapes and sizes in this town.
A Mandalorian Armorer has set me on my path.
If I can locate another of my kind,
I can chart a path through the network of coverts.
You've been the only Mando here for years from what I can tell.
Where is Mos Pelgo? I'm told there's one there.
Oh. Boy, I haven't heard that name in a while.
It's not on any of the maps.
Because it was wiped out by bandits.
Once the Empire fell, it was a free-for-all.
I didn't dare leave the city walls. Still don't.
Can you tell me where it used to be?
Depends who's asking. You want to see it?
R-five! Bring the map of Tatooine.
No, take your time. Seriously.
You just can't get good help anymore.
I don't even know who to complain to.
Let's go, let's go.
Waiting. Okay.
This is a map of Tatooine before the war.
You got Mos Eisley, Mos Espa, and up around this region, Mos Pelgo.
I don't see anything.
Well, it's there. Or at least, it used to be.
Not much to speak of. It's an old mining settlement.
They're going to see that big hunk o' metal long before you land.
You still have that speeder bike?
Sure do. It's a little rusty, but I got it.
Can I help you?
I'm looking for a Mandalorian.
Well, we don't get many visitors in these parts.
Can you describe him?
Someone who looks like me.
Mmm…
You mean the Marshal?
Your Marshal wears Mandalorian armor?
See for yourself.
What brings you here, stranger?
I've been searching for you for many parsecs.
Well, now, you found me. Weequay, two snorts of spotchka.
Why don't you join me for a drink?
I've never met a real Mandalorian.
Heard stories.
I know you're good at killing.
And probably none too happy to see me wearing this hardware.
So…
I figure only one of us walking out of here.
But then I see the little guy…
…and I think, maybe I pegged you wrong.
Who are you?
I'm Cobb Vanth, Marshal of Mos Pelgo.
Where did you get the armor?
Bought it off some Jawas.
Hand it over.
Look, pal, I'm sure you call the shots where you come from,
but 'round here, I'm the one tells folks what to do.
Take it off.
Or I will.
We gonna do this in front o' the kid?
He's seen worse.
Right here, then?
Right here.
Maybe we can work something out.
That creature's been terrorizing these parts
since long before Mos Pelgo was established.
Thanks to this armor, I've been able to protect this town
from bandits and Sand People.
They look to me to protect 'em.
But a krayt dragon is too much for me to take on alone.
Help me kill it, I'll give you the armor.
Deal. I'll ride back to the ship, blow it out of the sand from the sky,
use the bantha as bait.
Not so simple.
The ship passes above, it senses the vibrations,
stays underground.
But I know where it lives.
How far?
Not far.
You don't understand what it was like.
The town was on its last legs.
It started after we got news of the Death Star blowing up.
The second one, that is.
The Empire was pullin' outta Tatooine.
There was blaster fire over Mos Eisley.
The occupation was over.
We didn't even have time to celebrate.
That very night, the Mining Collective moved in.
Power hates a vacuum and Mos Pelgo became a slave camp overnight.
Hey, you okay?
Come on, let's get you outta here. Let's go!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
I lit out. Took what I could from the invaders.
Grabbed a camtono.
I had no idea it was full of silicax crystals.
I guess every once in a while, both suns shine on a womp rat's tail.
I wandered for days.
No food, no water.
And then…
I was saved.
The Jawas wanted the crystals.
They offered their finest in exchange.
And my treasure bought me more than a full waterskin.
It bought my freedom.
Get down!
- Go, go! - Come on!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
What the hell you doin'?
Hey, partner, you want to tell me what's going on?
They want to kill the krayt dragon, too.
What am I supposed to do with this?
You drink it.
It stinks.
Do you want their help?
Not if I have to drink this.
He says your people steal their water
and now you insult them by not drinking it.
They know about Mos Pelgo.
They know how many Sand People you killed.
They raided our village. I defended the town.
Lower your voice.
- I knew this was a bad idea. - You're agitating them.
These monsters can't be reasoned with.
Sit back down before I put a hole through ya!
I'm not going to say it…
What are you telling them?
Same thing I'm telling you.
If we fight amongst ourselves, the monster will kill us all.
Now, how do we kill it?
They say it lives in there. They say it sleeps.
It lives in an abandoned sarlacc pit.
Lived on Tatooine my whole life.
There's no such thing as an abandoned sarlacc pit.
There is if you eat the sarlacc.
They're laying out a bantha to protect the settlement.
They've studied its digestion cycle for generations.
They feed the dragon to make it sleep longer.
Watch, the dragon will appear.
They might be open to some fresh ideas.
What are the bones?
That's the krayt dragon.
And those little rocks?
That's us.
It's not to scale.
I think it is.
Can't be. That's too big.
It's to scale.
I've only seen its head and neck. It's bigger'n I guessed.
Might be time to rethink our arrangement.
That's more like it.
Where are they getting the reinforcements?
I volunteered your village.
They attacked us less than a year ago.
Killed half a dozen of us by the mining camp.
I'd say I took down about twice as many Tuskens.
The town respects you. My guess is, they'll listen to reason.
I wouldn't be so sure.
This here is a Mandalorian.
You know what that means?
We've heard the stories.
Then you know how good they are at killing.
Now, this one's got a problem.
I got a suit o' salvaged armor
and the Mandalorian creed says it's his to take.
But I've got a problem, too.
A krayt dragon has been peeling off our pack animals,
and sometimes, taking our mining haul with it.
It's just a matter of time before it grows tired of banthas
and goes after a couple of you townsfolk, or even, so help us, the school.
As much as I've grown fond of the armor, I'm even more fond of this town.
The Mandalorian is willing to help us slay the leviathan
in exchange for returning the armor to its ancestral owners.
Well, that settles it.
There's more.
We can't take on the krayt alone.
And the Sand People are willing to help.
They raid our mines!
They're monsters!
I've seen the size of that thing,
it will swallow your entire town when the fancy hits it.
You're lucky Mos Pelgo isn't a sand field already.
I know these people. They are brutal.
But so is the Dune Sea.
They've survived for thousands of years in these sands
and they know the krayt dragon better than anyone here.
They are raiders, it's true.
But they also keep their word.
We have struck a deal.
If we are willing to leave them the carcass and its ichor,
they will stand by our side in battle
and vow never to raise a blaster against this town
until one of you breaks the peace.
Think it'll work?
It better.
Joining forces is their only hope.
Here. Grab this.
Hey! What are you doin'? That's an explosive.
Are you trying to blow the whole place up?
What? Is that what you want?
Take it easy. It was an accident, okay?
- What do you want to do? - It was an accident.
- Let's go. - It's not going to work out.
It's gonna be great.
What'd he say?
He says it's sleeping.
If we listen carefully, we can hear it breathing.
Let's get to work.
The Tuskens say the belly is the only weak spot,
so we have to hit it from below.
First, we bury the charges at the opening of the cave.
Then, we wake it up.
We have to get it angry enough to charge.
Once it's far enough out and the belly is above the explosives,
you hit the detonator.
Careful, Marshal.
Thank you, Jo. And you stay safe, huh.
Dank farrik, it's going back in.
It's retreating.
- I'm going to hit it. - No, wait.
We only have one shot. We've gotta get it out.
Now?
Not yet. It's gotta come out further.
Almost, almost.
Now!
I don't think it's dead.
Me either.
It's picking us off like womp rats.
Let's get after it!
This ain't doing a thing.
Just keep shooting.
There he is.
I've got an idea. Get its attention.
I got its attention! Now what?
- Run! - Go, go.
You still have that detonator?
Take it! What's the plan?
Take care of the Child.
- What are you gonna do? - I don't know, but wish me luck.
No! No, no, no!
Hold on. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yeah!
Sorry, I didn't have time to explain.
No need.
This was well-earned.
It was my pleasure.
I hope our paths cross again.
As do I.
Oh, and you tell your people I wasn't the one that broke that.