Chapter 51

At the spaceport, Amir saw the Mandalorian’s ship—a Razor Crest called Edge of the Blade. Its silhouette reminded him of a battle-hardened cricket.

“Nice ship,” Amir said with genuine admiration. It really was a beautiful vessel, still years away from becoming the weathered relic it would one day be.

“Of course,” the Mandalorian replied, not missing the chance to praise his ship. It was clear he was proud of it.