Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Fix it

As soon as you had landed, you headed to the canteen in the common house you'd been last time. Once in there, an interesting scene was taking place and you felt like an idiot for not having realised it earlier. Of course he hadn't thought about Omera, it was Cara Dune whose help you were going to seek.

At that moment, she was single handedly beating the crap out of a man bigger than her in what looked like some kind of fight that took bets. You sat at a table and waited for it to be over.

Maybe you could make some money like that, you thought while looking at her, since you were small and unthreatening the gain could be significant… but Mando wouldn't allow it, you knew that much.

After collecting her money, she approached you and sat at your table.

"Hello strangers!" She said with a grin. "Run out of spotchka already?"

You waved at her although Mando just nodded slightly.

"What happened to you?" She asked worriedly when she saw your hand in a splint. "You were supposed to take care of her, that's how you do it?" She said pointing in an accusatory way at Mando.

"She fell during a job" he answered defensively, shifting his weight.

"Poor thing… and how do you talk like that?"

You shrugged and shook your head sadly. She was about to say something else when Mando interrupted the conversation. 

"Looking for some work?"

After explaining the "plan" to her — if you could even call it that — she nodded, but you knew she wasn't convinced.

"It seems like a straightforward operation. They're providing the plan and firepower. I'm the snare."

"With her?" She asked worriedly. You knew she meant well and she was just concerned, but her distrust about your aptitudes irked you almost as much as Mando's had before.

"That's why we're coming to you."

"I don't know. I've been advised to lay low. If anybody runs my chain code, I'll rot in a cell for the rest of my life."

"I thought you were a veteran." Mando said, confused.

"I've been a lot of things since. Most of them carry a life sentence. If I so much as book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm…"

"I have a ship." Mando cut her through. "I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward. You can live free of worry."

She laughed without humour.

"I'm already free of worry, and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore. Especially fighting some local warlord."

"He's not a local warlord. He's Imperial." Mando clarified and you felt the sudden shift in her mood — you should have started by that, you realised now.

"I'm in."

You helped Cara fetch the few belongings she had and loaded them on the ship while Mando set the course.

"I see you've taken good care of him." She said with a smile. "Can't say he's done the same for you, though" she added, looking at your hand.

You shook your head, trying to somehow convey that she was wrong about the last part. She seemed to understand because she nodded and looked at you warmly.

"Well, I hope this plan of yours works! I'm not in the mood to rot into prison, you know?"

When you had finished loading everything up, you both joined Mando in the cockpit. Once you had taken off and made the jump to hyperspace, he told Cara to follow him downstairs and take a look at the weapons he had. After a while, you decided to join them since they were taking too long; you were on your way down when you heard them talking and couldn't help but eavesdrop.