Reylan started the ship and left the port, thinking of the credits he could make on the ship and its contents and what vast choice of ships lay in store for him.
Meanwhile Captain Kalon got up from the ground hearing the groans of his men behind him. He grumbled in frustration and punched the nearby wall; some of it crumbled away leaving it with a dent the shape of his fist, the captain used to be a great Mandalorian warrior, he fought against the Taung conquerors and consequently lost his arm which was replaced with a robotic one. His face was covered in scars, one eye had a scar going through it and it was completely white, the other was jet black. But he left his life as a Mandalorian warrior because he thought it was too much anarchy, not enough law and order. There was only one law in his old life, 'Only the strong will survive.' Not to say he didn't agree with it but he felt physical strength wasn't the only kind of strength necessary to run a successful planet. That being said he wouldn't say no to a squadron of Mandalorian warriors to assist him with his plans for the young 'trader'
"Get up, you useless idiots" Kalon bellowed 'No one out smarts me' he thought.
"Should we report it sir?" one of the guards hesitated.
"No! I don't want 'protocol to get in the way of what I'm going to do to him and his friend when I find them. I'm taking matters into my own hands." He said arrogantly as he strode towards the police speeder, he got in and sped off. "Sir?" one of the guards looked at the other puzzled and sighed "Guess we're taking the airbus home." And he stumbled off clutching his side, with the other lagging behind.
Kalon walked into his apartment, it was dirty and messy. He only slept in his house, he spent all his time working, law and order was not important to him inside his house. He was never there and never wanted holidays as he felt justice was his reward. He walked into his bedroom and smashed the desk with his robotic arm and roared in frustration. He then walked up and down his room, 'He was definitely not a merchant' he thought 'what kind of a merchant can wield a sword' his fury heightened and his lust for revenge clouded his good will. He plodded towards his bed and knelt down, reached under his bed and pulled out a large case, he undid the latch pulled a large blaster rifle out and then his jet-black Mandalorian armour, and lastly his black helmet. It had a red visor and a large blood stained horn that extended from the middle of it. Kalon tried it on and let off a wide grin under his helmet. "The hunt is on." He grumbled.
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Star Wars - Black Bounty
Science FictionA long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.... The Outer Rim; where pirates, scoundrels, and villainy thrive. Far from the enforcement and control of the Republic, it is a place of scum and grit. Among the masses of crime and lawbreaking, A young bo...
