weaponry ; the mandalorian

I: THREE

Julianne Moore as Agna Calmiken aka The Handler

Coming out of hyperspace and approaching Nevarro almost brings Killshot a sense of dread. In a matter of moments she would be back with her Handler, and assigned to a new mission, or with a name to track down and kill;

The regular duties that come with her title.

However, that dread is warned off by the Child in the seat beside her. With a mischievous smile, she watches as it slowly climbs out of its pram and waddles towards where her partner sits in the pilot's chair, a new holo-feed commanding his attention.

"Mando, I've received your transmission. Wonderful news," The man, Killshot had been briefed enough before their initial departure to know this is Greef Karga, "Upon your return, deliver the quarry directly to the client. I have no idea of he wants to eat it or hang it on his wall, but he's very antsy," Killshot can't help but chuckle quietly as the Child reaches for the small metal ball that rests on the top of one of the control levers, "Safe passage! You know where to find me!"

When the video cuts out, the Mandalorian notices how the Child is chewing on the ball, "It's not a toy," He grumbles before picking the Child up by the back of his collar and depositing it back in its pram.

"Oh come on, Mando," Killshot teases from her seat, "Let the kid have its fun before we turn it in."

There's a small pause, and the Bounty Hunter shifts in his chair slightly, his helmet angled towards the Child briefly before it lands on Killshot, "Do you know what they want with it?"

Frowning slightly, Killshot looks over at the Child, its big eyes starring directly back at her as it lets out a small coo, "I wish I did," She honestly responds, "They don't tell me anything. Only where to point and shoot."

"That doesn't frustrate you?"

Killshot can't help the scoff that escapes her throat as she looks into the Mandalorian's t-visor, "I stopped beng frustrated years ago. Like most people when they're enslaved; I am just helplessly angry."

The Mandalorian holds her gaze for a moment, and something lingers in the air that she can't quite place, sadness? Pity? Melancholy? She doesn't care to ask. And if he did, there's no time. He has to to start the landing process.

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When they finally reach the planet's surface, Killshot nearly chokes on the smell of volcanic ash as the hot sun beats down on her. Nonetheless, she walks side by side with the Mandalorian, the Child's pram slightly behind them as they enter town.

With the busy streets, Killshot keeps her eyes straight, knowing that she tends to draw the stares of patrons and vendors alike. Her dark robes embody death, and are clearly imperial. This town knows corruption. She wouldn't doubt that a few of the merchants who line the streets know what she is, but she doesn't spare them a glance, only shifting her glance to her partner for a brief second before checking on the Child, who seems just as uneasy as she is.

Eventually, they head down a secluded sidestreet that leads to the base they had come from. When they reach the door, the Mandalorian hesitates to knock, making Killshot raise a brow at him.

His helmet tilts slightly as he looks at her, "What's going to happen to you when I leave?"

The question makes the woman frown, shifting her weight from one foot to another under his gaze before she finally says, "Nothing you can change."

With this, Killshot moves past the Bounty Hunter, raising her hand and knocking on the door three solid times before stepping back, watching as a camera pops out to inspect them, speaking an odd droid language as it does so. The Mandalorian holds up a card, and the camera retracts, the door sliding open a second later.