The Mandalorian

Chapter 1: The Mandalorian

Snow was falling from the cloudy sky, layering the ground across the ice and snow of the freezing planet. One desolate looking village was the only thing to be seen for miles, standing out against the bleak whiteness of the icy tundra. Save for the lone armoured figure of a Mandalorian. Walking up to one of the buildings, tracking fob in hand. The gentle beep of the fob informed the bounty hunter that his bounty was sheltered inside the cantina.

It was bustling inside, despite the isolation the planet suggested. The people within were drinking, talking and mostly keeping to themselves, save for three trawlers who had taken to messing with a lone Mythrol.

"Look at his glands!" One Trawler exclaimed in excitement to his friend. The Mythrol's discomfort grew as the second Trawler continued to examine the nervous Mythrol.

"I bet we could sell them at the port!" At this point the Mythrol had reverted to bribery, a desperate attempt to get them to leave him in peace.

"Please! Please! I have credits. Take them!" He was pleading with them as he showed them the many credits that he had. The Trawlers had no interest, knowing they could make at least double the amount selling his body parts. One of them shoved the terrified Mythrol against the table.

"He's young. The musk will be sweet." The alpha Trawler laughs as his partner pulls the Mythrol up, causing a drink to spill over. The drink was ignored as a blade was unsheathed. "and now for the real prize..."  Before a single cut could be made, the doors opened and the Mandalorian stood within the doorway, taking in the turned heads of the Cantina before finally entering. 

The chatter had quietened to silence, but the Trawlers were unimpressed. The Alpha yelled at the armoured bounty hunter as he strode past. "You spilled my drink." The forgotten drink was now remembered, but the gunslinger ignored him, continuing to the bar. It was clear the Trawler was just looking for a fight, using any reason he could to get it. 

"Hey, Mando!" The Trawler didn't take kindly to being ignored. To add insult to injury, the Mandalorian turned his concealed head to the Alpha Trawler, only to maintain his silence and turn his attention away. The Alpha Trawler was seething as he walked up the gunslinger. "I said, you spilled, my drink..." The Trawler glared at the armoured man, silently begging for a response, but he was met with stoic silence once more, as the trawler who clutched the Mythrol, threw him back down against the table.

The bartender tried to help diffuse the situation, wondering if the Mandalorian just couldn't understand the Trawlers' language. "He says you spilled his drink." The helpful translation was met with more silence, the bartender quickly realising that this wasn't an issue of a lack of understanding. "That's fine! It's on me." He shuffled to swiftly replace the spilled drink, not wanting a fight to break out. The Alpha continued his attempt to get something out of the Mandalorian, as his second and third walked up to them, attempting to intimidate the armoured man by standing too close.

"Is that real Beskar Steel?" Again no response. The Alpha scratched his blade across the chest piece of the Mando's armour, another attempt to intimidate.

"Here." The bartender slid a cup across the bar, towards the Trawler. Before it even reached him, the hand of the Mandalorian grabs the cup, shoving the first and second away, giving him time to smash the cup into the thirds face, resulting in him falling unconscious. Before he hit the floor Mando grabbed hold of the tentacles of the second trawlers face, slamming his head onto the bar. 

The alpha had regained his footing, and made a stab at the Mandalorian, who easily blocked the sloppy attack. He had grabbed his arm, then punched up into the assailants elbow, causing the man to grunt in pain, before twisting his arm around to stab the trawler in the back, with his own knife. The grunt had become a yelp, as he fell to the floor.