Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

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You were on your way to have lunch, just outside the repair facility where you worked, when you heard them. Tie fighters. Before you had time to react, to run or to hide, the explosion hit you and you were thrown across the street and against a wall.

Chaos surrounded you. There were cries, dust, and smoke everywhere. You tried to lift yourself from the ground and that's when your head started spinning and you lost consciousness.

Your ears were still ringing from the explosion when you opened your eyes. You instantly regretted it, as bright light hit you and hurt your pupils while you tried to focus your surroundings.

You were in a cell of what looked like a ship and your hands were cuffed.

You sat up slowly, fighting the nausea, when you were surprised to see an imperial soldier moving on the outside of your cell.

Wait a second, surprised?

How on earth could it have surprised you? You should have been able to feel his presence before seeing him... That was awfully strange... but well, you had hit your head pretty hard and you weren't really focused...

Thus, you decided to try to feel him, focussing strongly on your surroundings, on the soldier you now knew was on the other side of the cell, and... nothing.

What was going on?

It was weird how much you were panicking now. Up until this point you had managed to stay calm even though you had almost been killed, some of your ribs were clearly fractured, your head hurt, your ears were ringing, and you had been captured by the empire. But now, you had noticed you lacked a sense, your sixth sense, probably your most important sense, since it helped you see when you were blind, hear when you were deaf, feel everything around you... and you felt alone, helpless.

To top it all off, you were feeling weak, extremely weak.

You tried to move again and you noticed something hard pressing on your neck, you lifted your hands and felt your way around what seemed to be some kind of collar. You couldn't see it, so you didn't know what it was, but you could hear it buzzing. Could that be what was causing the loss of your abilities?

Damn. This was all your fault and you knew it.

When the news of the Empire's fall had reached you, you allowed yourself to believe them. To believe that you could, at last, be free and live a normal life, settle in some remote planet, and not worry about the Empire and the Inquisitors ever again.

Not having to run away sounded so good you allowed yourself to hope... and where had that hope taken you? Into an Empire's cell.

You didn't know how long you'd been there when yet another explosion happened. The trooper, alarmed by it, left the cell bay in hopes of supporting his comrades. You had no idea what was going on, but you could hear the sound of blasters and the soldiers shouting to each other.

Until everything was silent.

"Let's see what we have here" said a male voice when the doors to the cell bay opened. Slave traders. Great. You had already dealt with the likes of them before - been sold by them to be more specific - so you knew there was nothing to be done.

You had to admit a part of you had hoped the New Republic had intercepted the ship, but clearly it wasn't your lucky day (or year, or lifetime).

"Oh, looks like we've hit the jackpot!" He said looking at you "we'll be able to sell you for quite a good amount". You looked at him in the eye, a defiant expression on your face. "Don't look at me like that sweetheart, business is business" he said as he turned around and left.