The Mandalorian of New York City hides amongst the crowd of his fellow New Yorkers. He doesn't draw attention to himself, as he begins to prepare for his next bounty. A beer and a coke is just enough for him to refuel for his next journey. Where, you might ask? My guess is the planet of the Brooklynites, or possibly even Queens planet. His last victim was a man throwing up on the street, from partying too hard at the karaoke bar in KTown. Last week he collected a hefty sum of Ether for stopping a kid from hopping the subway turnstiles. He moves with grace, power and silence. This is the way of the Mandalorian of NYC.