"We need to get that armor back." Novoc's words were firm and colored with urgency. Badd had already mentioned that Byrne had been murdered; in Novoc's current frame of mind, it felt natural to assume that his killers had taken it. "It belongs to Kaye now. And the beskar, the tech...Not the kind of stuff we want to leave in foreign hands, especially at a time like this." Not that it was likely that anyone on this station had the skills to hack Byrne's encryptions, but they could always send to it someone else, or just cut it up and re-use the beskar. A proper mando'ad would choose that fate for themselves over letting it happen to their armor.
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Date: 2015-04-20 07:58 am (UTC)