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Atton's at a booth, mechanical parts (all of the mostly circular variety) and curved bits of sharp metal floating in the air above him, being carefully put together.

Which evidently means his powers are either back or on their way back. This pleases Atton lots, which is why he seems in a particularly chirpy mood.

Botherable.

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"As much as Mandalorians try and keep a monopoly on it, I'm pretty certain it can be produced and worn by non-Mandalorians. In this case, a bunch of Sith soldier-cultist-things. Ritually mutilate themselves." Atton says, not looking away from the floating parts. "And I'm not sure. I think we established before that Mandalorian Iron in my time is a lot less durable than it is in yours, but how much would it take t'cut through yours? Roughly."

A pause.

"Don't worry, I don't intend t'start cutting you up any time soon. If I did that, who would I irritate all the time? Priorities, man."

Fett ponders the question now that Atton has...rather assured him that it's not Mandalorians. However...he's not quite ready to roll. This is Fett, after all. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because I'm the most honest guy ever?" Atton says cheerfully. "Or, y'know, because I have no reason t'cut you up."

Right. "I find that people often find reasons to cut eachother up after they get good weapons, not before."

"But, even if I got a good weapon - And I already have plenty of them, by the way - I'd still have no reason t'make with the cutting."

"Alright. Assume I buy that you're not planning to use this on me later." I did go after him that one time, after all... "What's in it for me?"

"Well. If we get into another scuffle I'll use it on you. But I won't injure you badly with it, because then we wouldn't be able to get into any more scuffles. As for what's in it for you," Shrug. "The joy of my company?"

Somehow, that doesn't quite cut it, and Fett glances over at his Bar tab. On purpose. "This weapon appears around the Bar, I'll have more trouble catching bounties..."

Like he's had so much luck so far?

"Oh, please, I'm not going t'start making these and distributing them around the bar. This is for my personal use, not for giving t'other people." Atton says. "And c'mon, how many in bar successes have you had, anyway?"

Fett rolls his eyes. "Kriffing Jedi always seem to be around." There's a helmet-obscured glare. "But I've had...some very good luck as of late."

Which is sorta true...since he didn't have to actually try taking anyone out of the Bar, nobody was killed, and it was all done in the corners.

In short, all he did was...arrange a few meetings.

The blaster was very convincing, after all.

"I promise not t'do anything that might change your streak of good luck," Atton says solemnly. "Are y'seriously wanting money for this? 'Cause if y'do that's just cold. Real cold."

"It's a harsh galaxy." Glance. "And my tab isn't exactly warm, either."

Grin.
"Not a chance. If I can't get this t'go through their armour, I'll just aim for the bits without armour."

Fett smiles beneath his helmet. "Your aim that good?"

"Yes."

Simple question, simple answer.

Impressive. "I don't work for free." Favors he can call in later? Yes. Free? No.

"Not even t'help out your best friend?"

Fett rolls his eyes behind the visor of the helmet. He slowly pulls a blaster partially out of his holster, not aiming it at Atton. Just gesturing to it, really. "I keep it clean and working, and that's all it asks of me." Pause. "It does its part, too."

"Y'think that, but secretly it says mean things behind your back," Atton says seriously. "Like 'Fett has lots of phallic symbols to overcompensate!'" He affects a squeaky voice for that bit. "It's downright cruel."

You know, Fett would just love to disintigrate Atton right about now.

He'd love to, but he forgot his disruptor rifle. So he settles for something a little less...effective. "You really should consider what you say a little more carefully, Jedi."

Atton grins, brightly.

"Touchy subject?" Headtilt. "Besides, 's not what I said, it's the blaster. Blame it."

Beat.

"Some people."

Fett just shakes his head. "Someday, you're going to set me off in a way you'll regret. Badly."

Not that Fett hasn't been looking for an excuse to some extent to try and grab Atton, but...

"I'm so scared. Really. Are y'going t'help me with this, or not, then?"

"Not unless you have something to give me in return. I'm not going to give you a better hand against me in the future if I'm not getting something back."

"Fine. I'll just go for the unarmoured bits, then. Not much skin off my nose."