Star Wars: Beyond Remnant

A chance of fate

Emerald walked through the dirty city. Her hood pulled over her green hair, hiding her face under shadow.

The underbelly of the city was filled with drugged addicts, either currently high or wanting to buy there next fix.

Plenty of scum and villainy roamed the streets Emerald walked down. In another life, she may have made her life out of pickpocketing and disguising her thievery through the force.

That worked for a short time, until she was caught by the wrong person. Lifting her from one torturous life to another.

She pushed that memory down as her stomach rumbled, and she cursed under her breath.

Emerald's lightsabers we're hidden us her sleeves, as she stole a wallet out of a twi'lek busy on the holo-com.

She pocketed the fifty loose credits, but tossed the wallet when she saw the tracking card inside.

She needed a steady income of money, and knew better than to rely on pickpocketing. That didn't care well for her last time.

She had skills now too, she wasn't a weak child stuck on a backwater planet anymore. She once though she had found a new home with people like her, but she was wrong.

It was gone, and it was no home at all.

She stopped at the bounty hunters guild, a small smirk forming.

Why not?

...

Emerald inhaled, coughed at the smoggy air, then exhaled. After a few hours, she had finally signed up for the bounty hunters guild.

Emerald: Ugh.

It was raining, Emerald extended her hand to catch the water. Or the liquid that felt like water.

Emerald originally thought that they would have tested her skills first, but they didn't. Instead she was placed on a waiting list, given a, and learned how to use a tracking fob. As well as a bounty puck, showing the target she would be hunting.

A overweight Sullustan, named Bur Kalken. Head of one of the smaller gangs on the planet, and local. That was both good and bad, good meaning that she didn't have to travel, too bad that she didn't have an excuse to get off the dirty planet.

She sighed and took out the tracking fob, flipping up her hood and walking off in the rain.

...

Mercury shifted on the rooftop, zooming in with his range-finder. Flicking the device up, he observed the guards outside the door through his visor.

He shifted in his beskar armor, feeling the duel blasters in their holsters. He debated whether or not to go in guns blazing, or stealthily take out the guards.

Then, the hooded figure walked into view.

Mercury: What the hell?

Another guild member? Would they fight him, or help him for a share.

The guards seemed to notice the slender figure. Probably female due to her build.

They yelled something, Mercury was too far away to hear. She didn't stop walking forward, and the guards drew their blasters.

The girl twitched her wrist, and two small metal cylinder fell into her hands.

The guards opened fire, and to Mercury's shock, a red blade shot out.

The girl twirled the duel blades, bouncing the bolts to the side. Mercury was intrigued, having never seen a force user before.

Mercury: Red blades are Sith right? Wait, shit. I shouldn't let her get the bounty.