𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 - Star Wars Story

Chapter 1: The Mandalorian

As I streak across the ice-carpeted regions of Beta Base, my loud breaths fill the freezing air. The pursuit exhaustion is what makes my breath to crystalize and to manifest a misty curtain before my eyes. My prey, a stellar bunny, runs off as quickly as dazzling from space to the earth, with its gloss that is made of shining stars.

The beast moves with haste, seeking shelter for survival amidst the jagged peaks of ice that break up the otherwise glassy terrain. I hold my weapon, it is so familiar to me that I find peace in my gloved hands. I'm alert enough to release my gun, I aim and shoot.

The shot reverberates over the sterile desert, shattering the weird vacuum felt after the blast. The missile crushes upon striking an ice formation, thereby flinging a corona of sparkling flakes to different sides. By a fluke, one of these bits hits the hare of the stars, breaking its fleeing to a sudden and lasting stop.

I turn my eyes as the once-vital being gets knocked down, his luminant like as dim as eventual silence. I brought the hunt to its conclusion, now I am the sole source of reflection free to wander in the immense cold unknown terrain.

Upon touching the cold, unyielding ground, I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of freshly-killed prey. My nostrils flared as the tantalizing aroma of the rabbit's warm, bloody flesh filled my nose. With a fierce grin, I tore into the animal, the sounds of ripping sinew and crunching bone echoing through the desolate landscape. Each mouthful of the tender meat was a symphony of flavors—rich, gamey, and satisfying—as the warmth of my meal spread through my body, countering the biting chill of the icy gale that caused my wings to quiver.

My eyes, now narrowed with the intensity of my hunger, scanned the horizon as I devoured the rabbit with an animalistic ferocity. The wind's relentless howl seemed to carry whispers of the encroaching danger, each gust a warning against the feast's interruption. Yet, even as the last piece of succulent meat disappeared between my teeth, I knew that the respite was only momentary.

Wiping my snout with the back of my hand, I reveled in the sensation of my mouth being coated with the residue of the kill. The crimson smear on my fur was a testament to the life I had taken and the sustenance it had provided. With a final, lingering lick of my teeth, I turned and made my way back towards the industrial maw of the base. The harsh, mechanical sounds grew louder with each step, a stark contrast to the serene quietude of the hunt.

As I approached the port, a shadow fell over me, cast by the hulking silhouette of a Razor Crest ship descending from the heavens like a predatory bird. The sight sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickened my pace, my stomach knotting with the anticipation of an impending conflict. The ship's thunderous engines roared, drowning out the whispers of the wind as it touched down with a thud that reverberated through the ground beneath my feet.

The port itself was a cacophony of clanging metal, hissing steam, and the grumbling of heavy machinery—a stark reminder of the civilized world I had left behind. I slinked through the shadows, my eyes scanning for any signs of trouble, my senses on high alert.

My destination was the local watering hole, a dive nestled in the belly of the industrial beast. The bar's door creaked open, and I stepped inside, allowing the warm, musty air to envelop me like a thick blanket. The scent of various alien species and the acrid odor of spilled alcohol greeted me, a stark contrast to the clean, crisp air outside. The light within was dim, casting deep shadows that danced and played upon the grimy walls, hiding secrets and stories within their murky depths.

My eyes immediately fell upon two burly, bearded figures, their coarse laughter cutting through the air like a lightsaber. They were tormenting a Mythrol, his blue-green skin slick with fear and sweat, as he cowered before them, his large eyes pleading for mercy. His desperate cries for freedom pierced my heart, and I felt a kinship with the creature—both of us, outsiders in a world that cared little for our kind.