A day had passed since he first saw Tilman's betrayal. At first he had been shocked, but as time went on it changed to anger. His armor had changed with his mood. He had gone to sleep that night with his armor smooth, the base silver color of beskar. It had looked vastly different when he woke. He looked down at it again, running his eyes over the spikes ridges that had appeared. He looked in the stream that ran through the village, inspecting the sharp edges of his helmet's new look. The silver was gone, replaced with a deep, dark red highlighted with black lines like tears under his visor. Every ridge was black as night, creating a fearsome visage. He ground his teeth as the memory of the betrayal flashed through his mind again. /Titan... are you okay? You don't... you don't feel right./ He looked at Clarent, a glint of anger flashing in his eyes behind the visor. "I figured out what I need to do." Two cold blue eyes stared at the water. He blinked. One eye was still blue. The other was blood red. ------ He left the village, walking a ways out into the plains. He pushed a few buttons on his bracer, and a rend opened in space time. He stepped through, stepping out into the city of Off-topic, into a dark alleyway. He stepped out into the street, worried that people would notice him. But while everyone looked at him, they all just saw another Mandolorian. He smiled behind his visor. This he could work with. ------ A bell jangled as he stepped into a small, rundown antique shop, tucked away within the bustling city. Titan walked in, an imposing figure in the small, quaint shop. He walked up to the register, dodging small stacks of objects, and nodded to the man behind the counter. The man sighed, reaching down and pulling a lever. The floor Titan stood on dropped quickly, slamming to a stop after a good distance. He looked around, inspecting the large amount of explosives around him. The man from behind the counter walked up to him, a small, frail figure compared to the hulking mass of armor. "What catches your eye, my old customer?" Titan's mask swiveled, taking in the large room. "Where's the real stuff?" he asked. The old man sighed. "You know explosives too well. Alright, I'll put the fakes away." He tapped a few buttons and the walls slide away, revealing walls covered in danger signs and explosives. "What do you want?" Titan smiled from behind his visor. "I'll take it all"