Running. That's what she was doing. To say she was pissed was an understatement. She had been hunting a slave trader for months now but someone had sold her out. Probably another bounty hunter. She was running towards a large canyon to her left, hoping to lose the large and angry mob behind her. She was halfway through the canyons maze when she crashed into a large metal person. Person? No a statue? She looked up at the person, her head spinning slightly.
"Haha oops."
The person, a man she assumed, simply tilted his head and offered her a gloved hand. She took it and stood up, feeling blood rush to her head.
"Sorry for running into you." She said.
"I was in your way." He said with a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Speaking of which, I have to go. Now. I ran into some trouble with a slave trader."
"You're not the first, I have a ship just over that hill. I'd be willing to give you a ride."
"That would be extremely helpful, thank you."
She and the man, a mandalorian as she later found out , took of running towards his ship. A few hours later she walked into the cockpit.
"Hey, I was just thinking about how painfully empty this ship is. Would you care for some company? I can work on the ship and help with bounties. If you'd be interested in my exceptional help."
The mandalorian just nodded and turned back to the large window looking into deep space.
