Heir of a Fett

Maybe Yellow

~Five Years Later~
"I'm going to die," Mirta said bluntly. The jungle terrain of the unnamed planet in the unknown region of the galaxy was beautiful, but annoying. It was far to hot here and she couldn't find the person she was hunting amoung all the plant life.
"Go on this hunt by yourself, he says. It will be easy, he says." Mirta grumbled as she walked along. Not only had the fifteen year old's fuel in her jetpack run out, but she was completely lost among the trees. She took off her helmet and wiped away the sweat; the fact that her armor was jet black didn't help keep her cool.
"When I get home," she said,"I'm changing my armor to a lighter color." Her now dark brown, almost black, chin length hair was drenched with sweat. She slipped her helmet back on and kept walking. The only good thing was that the togruta she was hunting was stuck on this planet as well. He had a horrible crash landing while trying to escape her, but he had limped away and left practically no trail for her to follow.
"Why couldn't he have just stayed in the outer rim," Mirta hissed. Then it hit her. There was only one way for him to get off world now and that was with her ship. She face palmed. Why was she even trying to track him! He would have come to her eventually! Another light saber soon lit in her head; what if he was already on his way to her ship!
Mirta started running back to her ship; if her ship was hijacked, she would never here the end of it. Boba would be in one of those moods where he found the situation slightly funny, but at the same time was completely and utterly pissed with her.
"Force," she cursed as she ran as fast as she could. Her stamina kept up for a while, but she stopped for water. As she pulled out some water, Mirta remembered something Boba gave her before she left. She opened up another one of her cases on her belt and pulled out a small bottle of fuel.
"Trust me kid," his words echoed in her head,"having just a little bit of extra fuel can make a huge difference." She chuckled as she took her jetpack off and poured the liquid into it. Mirta quickly pulled it on and flew into the air. She smiled slightly; she would always have this childish love for flying like this.
Mirta swiftly swooped down as her ship came into view and sighed in relief. Boba had given her this small ship a while back so she could go on missions by herself. It was actually a ship that had belong to her mother that her mother had found abandoned. Turns out, the ship was Slave IV; a ship Boba had abandoned. Her mother had found it while trying to track down Fett. She still felt her head spin at the story; dear force, her family was weird!
Everything worked out almost too perfectly after that though. The togruta came and she shot him. Then she took a holo image for prof so she would be paid. Something in the back of her head told her something was off. Well this guy was an idiot and it made sense it was easy. It just felt off somehow; something was wrong. Snap! Mirta swirled around with her blaster out only to see some sort of yellow furred animal. It walked on all fours, but when it saw her it got on it's hind legs. At full height, it stood at maybe two feet and it's floppy ears were upright as it regarded her with little black eyes. She put her blaster away as she watched it tilt it's head to the right side; it looked like it didn't mean any harm and it was funny to look at. It's ears flopped back down to the sides of the creature's head and it walked off, but it turned back and looked at her. When it did that, it quickly looked to to the right of Mirta before dashing off; someone or something was behind her.
A blaster shot whisked through the air and hit her armored shoulder. It knocked her off balance, but she caught herself before should completely hit the ground. Mirta barely dodged the oncoming blaster shots as she dashed for cover of her ship. As she turned to make a counterattack, the shots stopped firing and she could hear her enemy dash off. Before her mind could completely comprehend what had just happened, Mirta was chasing after her opponent. Before she could get to the person, a ship was rising into the air and Mirta, even if she had enough fuel in her jetpack, wouldn't have been able to get back to her ship in time to give chase. The young bounty hunter had a trick up her sleeve though; she pulled a tracker from out of a pocket. She threw the tracker at the ship and hoped the magnet on the tracker would stick before the ship started to move too quickly. And by the grace of the force, the tracker took hold before the ship was out of sight.
Mirta sighed in relief before she began to head back to her ship; her mind going in circles about what had just happened. Almost no one had dared come after her directly in five years; they all feared the wrath of her grandfather. At first she smiled and then she groaned. How in the force was she going to explain this to Boba!?
The bounty hunter slipped into her ship and began to take flight. Her mind finally came to the conclusion that she wasn't going to mention it. What her grandfather didn't know wouldn't hurt him; she hoped. Mirta's mind then wondered to getting her payment and about what light color she should make her armor. Her mind went back to the helpful animal in the jungle.
"Maybe," Mirta said out loud,"I should make it yellow."