The Hotshot Mandalorian

Chapter 1: The Name is Flare, the Raging Inferno of the People

Chapter 1: My Name is Flare

Core World

Outer Rim Territories

Tatooine

3648 ATC

My eyes watch the marketplace of the the Tattooine night. I watch from a place both obvious and hidden, as I observe, wait, and analyze everything that happens. I have no weapon in my hand, nor do I appear to have any weapons visible, but that is my secret. I do not need a weapon. I have other things at my disposal that does not require me to carry any sort of weapons on my persons. Anyone with an obvious weapon is a fool. A true warrior does not give his enemies any sort of advantage. It is in a warrior's best interest to use every single skill, tactic, and dirty trick in their arsenal to win against an enemy. That also includes mental combat.

I watch as normal citizens, law abiding, follow the rules that dictate their every move, their every word, and their every action. I pity them. Rules, morals, and ethics are for the fearful, the weak, and the unintelligent. These things hold back a person's true potential, prevent them from becoming the superior being that they could be. I, myself, am not bound by any law. No law I will follow. I break the laws as I see fit. I do not follow morals taught by society. I teach myself morals based on what I see in the galaxy. I have ethics that are based on facts, not feelings or emotions. I uphold justice and retribution wherever I see fit. There are those who deserve another chance in life, and there are those that are not worthy to live and should have not been born or created into this very existence.

I kill without hostility, without hesitation, and without regret. To be unwilling to do what needs to be done is a weakness, a sign of a pacifist, of an unwillingness to do what is sometimes necessary. Killing, however, is not always the means to achieve the most optimal of results. It is merely one road to take, and that all options should be considered.

I am called many things. I am called a terrorist by the Empire. I am called a savior by the people. I am called a loose cannon by the Imperial Senate. I am called the hardest and dangerous bounty in the galaxy to capture by the Hutt Cartel. I am called a hotshot by my Contacts and Associates in the Senate . I am called all of these things, and I am extremely aware of all of these titles , but names have no meaning to me. I am whomever I choose to be. I am a bounty hunter killing or capturing targets. I am hacker, finding the dirtiest secrets of everyone and compiling them. I am an assassin, beyond invisible, and deadly without having to put much effort. I am a lonewolf who has no siblings and no parents. I am human by default, but my genetics show that I am anything but human. I am so many things that even now, I struggle to understand and grasp the randomness of my existence, how I came into existence, how long I have lived, and when I will cease to live.

I am not afraid of death. I am afraid of nothing. The only thing there is to fear is nothing at all. Whenever I have been close to death's shadowy gate, I have spit in its face, and looked it straight in the eyes. Death, in turn, stares me in the eyes, and we duel for whoever can hold the gaze longer. Death fights with an unrelenting force, and I fight with a cleverness that knows no bounds. No matter how many times death had tried to claim me, to take my life, I have always returned smarter, and with a new lesson learned.

Once my scanners have found me an access point into the Imperial database, I begin to slide down the building that I stand on, making sure that my sounds are minimalistic as possible. I cannot change this operation going the wrong way, or I risk losing the payment, and I do not take failure lightly. I can feel the wind as it flies by me. It's exhilarating, blood-rushing, and scary. I lied about not having any fears. I have fears like anyone else, but like I said before, death is not one of them, but for some odd reason, falling from death-causing distances does give me jitters. Call it a birth error or something of that degree, but no matter how much I have trained to fight and conquer the fear, and no matter how many times I've overcome all the fear, it still exists deep within me.