Talk:Master Chief VS Boba Fett/@comment-24585378-20151208224539/@comment-24585378-20151209205431

'''"Might as well make the most of the new beskar deposits." Medrit picked up the breastplate and twirled it between his hands. "I said you should ditch that durasteel armor, didn't I? Here's your proper beskar'gam. Wear it in case the Jedi gets lucky. She'll need to hack away with her jetii'kad for a week to dent this."'''

"Humor him, "Beviin said. "He made a collar section specially..."

Fett didn't plan on testing the beskar'gam in earnest, but the collar intrigued him. It was a near-circular band that hinged open and protected the neck between the helmet and gorget plate. If his father had worn one, he would probably have survived Mace Windu's decapitating lightsaber blow. Fett slipped it on and rolled his head to test the range of movement in it.

"You think I'm going to spend my time fighting Jaina Solo, do you?" Fett submitted to having some plates swapped out. "Plenty more ways to train her to hunt her brother than wearing myself out."

"If I had my way, you'd be wearing greaves, too. You ask for trouble, Mand'alor."

"It doesn't look like mine. Too new."

"Okay, you want your dents in it? I'll paint dents on it if you want to look roughy-toughy. It's beskar. It doesn't dent."

Mirta's reminder that he was an ungrateful shabuir wormed into his head. "It's good, Medrit. Thanks."

Beviin helped him attach the rest of the plates. The new helmet-he'd sort that later, himself. The durasteel one would do for today. He swung his arms a few times and accustomed himself to the extra weight before replacing his jetpack and Wookiee braids, and then set off for the hangar that he'd earmarked as a training area. -Legacy of the Force: Revelation