**Chapter 464**
**The Dragon Hunt**
**Scene 1**
**Kayla POV**
**Gray Wolf – Armory Deck**
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the final clasps of my new armor. The green-colored modified Sith and Neo-Crusader beskar gleamed under the lights, perfectly tailored to my frame. It felt surprisingly light despite its strength, with elegant curves that still allowed full mobility. The color matched my dual green lightsabers perfectly.
"Uhm… are you sure about this?" I asked, turning slightly to see how it looked from the side.
Dagon stood a few steps away, arms crossed, watching all of us with that intense, protective gaze of his.
"Yes," he replied firmly. "I need to make sure you girls are protected. After what happened on Helska IV… I'm not taking any chances."
Erictia spun in place beside me, admiring her light blue armor. "Look at how cool we look!" she grinned, striking a dramatic pose. Her dual blue lightsabers were already clipped to her hips, completing the striking image.
Each of us had armor colored to match our lightsabers. Ahsoka's was vibrant green. Flare and Zule wore deep blue. Mine was emerald green. Erictia's was soft sky blue. Shin's was regal purple. Stella's was bright yellow. Visenya, who wasn't a Jedi, received a sleek black-and-silver set with reinforced plating and a custom blaster rig.
"Uhm… why am I getting a weapon?" Visenya asked, looking uncomfortable as she tested the weight of the heavy blaster pistol on her hip. "I'm just a reporter."
Dagon stepped closer, gently adjusting the strap on her shoulder. "You're part of the harem now. You need to be able to defend yourself."
"But I'm not a Jedi," she protested softly.
Ahsoka smiled, placing a hand on Visenya's shoulder. "Yeah, we know. But you *are* Force-sensitive — even if it's more on the emotional side. You still need protection."
Visenya sighed but didn't argue further, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
I caught Dagon's eye in the mirror. He looked proud… and a little worried. The black armored arm with the Shield of Wrath flexed slightly at his side, a constant reminder of how much had changed.
**Scene 2**
**Tatooine – Mos Pelgo**
The three Pelta-class frigates and their squadron of Raven gunships descended through Tatooine's dry atmosphere like a swarm of steel locusts. The landing zone outside Mos Pelgo kicked up massive clouds of sand as repulsors flared.
The moment the ramps dropped and we stepped out — nine figures in full beskar armor, weapons ready — the locals scattered in panic. Merchants dropped their goods. Moisture farmers bolted for cover. Even a few Jawas squealed and drove their sandcrawler away at full speed.
"Run! Black Dragon!" someone screamed in the distance.
Dagon stood at the front of the group, helmet tucked under his arm, looking genuinely confused.
"Was it something I said?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.
Ahsoka chuckled beside him. "Why are they afraid of us?"
Stella, shy even in her bright yellow armor, spoke up quietly. "Probably because of your shield."
"But how?" Shin asked, adjusting her purple helmet. "It's from another world."
Dagon shrugged. "Ehh… we need to hurry. Let's head to the main station. They should know where the Krayt Dragon is."
The group moved through the dusty streets of Mos Pelgo, drawing nervous stares from every window and alley. Word of the "Black Dragon" had clearly spread far and wide.
**Scene 3**
**Mos Pelgo Saloon**
The cantina was dimly lit and smelled of spice smoke and cheap liquor. The Weequay bartender, Taanti, froze behind the counter the moment we entered.
"Easy, Mandalorian," he said quickly, raising both hands. "We don't want no trouble."
Dagon stepped forward, his black-armored right arm catching the low light ominously. "We aren't here for trouble. We're looking for a dragon."
Taanti's eyes widened. "Ohhh… so you *are* the Black Dragon. Huh. Thought them tall tales were crazy."
Dagon shook his head. "No. A Krayt Dragon. I know there's one terrorizing your territory."
Before Taanti could answer, a knife whistled through the air and embedded itself in the table right in front of Dagon.
The entire group turned.
Four Mandalorians stood at the entrance — fully armored, weapons drawn, helmets glaring with hostility.