[color=00a651][center][center][h2]Roak Vano Resol[/h2][/center][/center][/color]

Sleight of hand magic tricks, simple, entertaining, building blocks. Quite a few smaller children gathered round to watch and learn. Magic tricks designed to distract the viewer with one thing while the real trick was somewhere else. They laughed and smiled as did some of their parents that were watching the large man closely. He had a gentleness about him around the children that made them forget at least for a time where they were. 
 
What he was teaching with most of him hidden in a dark cloak, were the building blocks for pick pockets and survival in city environments. He didn’t talk, not much only when explaining something he couldn’t with his hands. Games he had learned as a slave to better teach them the sleight of hand skills to survive. He hoped this would help them in the long run.
 
This wasn’t enough to set his mind at ease, he didn’t believe it would ever be enough to drown out the nightmares and memories. This helped but he couldn’t relax, not fully. His weapons always within arm’s reach and some seldom quick movements occasionally startling the young ones. He knew it would be some time before he could find peace.
 
The events that lead him here where still fresh in his mind, two months ago a job went sideways. His team was ambushed, set up by the Hutt that hired them because they were too efficient. He should have seen it coming but he was just as blind as the rest of them. When old man Resol gave the order for scorched earth they all knew what it meant. Retreat and scatter. No communications, no meet ups, no regrouping. It was one of their contingencies that meant they were compromised and would scatter only to regroup at home 1 galactic standard year later.
 
The Mandalorian wasn’t sure who all got out and he wouldn’t know until they regroup. He stole a ship and ran just like he was told too so that the clan may live on. Selling the ship once he arrived here likely wasn’t the best option, but he couldn’t be seen in that ship any longer. Now he has been wandering around this ship city for the last week trying to find something to do that wasn’t noticeable or would draw attention to him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do this forever. 

His thoughts were brought back to the present from an emergency alert through the ship. Alerts varied from one thing to another and could almost be easily forgotten but the children were watching the broad cast near him and pointed to it. Roak turned, his large cloak concealing his heavy frame and what lied beneath. The scene of what looked to be some pulled together raider crew that only marginally seemed to know what they were doing. 

He knew what was about to happen and decided to distract the children with a ration tube. Giving it out to some of them and made sure they would share as panic began to make its way through the market place. None of the pirates looked to be professionals, gangster’s maybe or some remnant of a security force somewhere. The only thing standing out is the lightsaber bayonet fixed to their captain’s rifle. Now that was a weapon if it worked, even broken one could normally get a good price for them and it could help him get a new ship he otherwise would likely have to steal. 

Urging the children and their parents to seek shelter and surveying the scene before him. Roak could see some gathering together to take back their ship while most seemed to start either hiding or running. There wasn’t much choice as it was. These people had been kind to him while he stayed here and the old man would not look kindly on him if he did not at least try to help. Maybe this would be a good time to get some of his anger out then. 

Strategy could be important here. There weren’t many options to getting up to the bridge but it was mostly close quarters with the occasional long hall way. Perfect for him and perhaps these civilians could provide some good distractions at least. Going in quiet likely wasn’t going to work this time, the pirates would have at least set up checkpoints around the bridge access by now. No, likely going in loud was the best plan as other civilians may already be engaging them. 

Making up his mind, the large Mandalorian stood to his 7’2” height and dropped his cloak. His heavy armor making him stand out not just for how imposing he was but also because of its configuration. With this he began walking in the direction of the bridge. Drawing his large Ryyk blade with his right hand and heavy pistol with the other. Moving at a quick pace but not running through the crowd. His attention drawn to a bar for a moment with the sound of a familiar voice but he had a job to do and couldn’t stop to chat.