The Hotshot Mandalorian

Chapter 4: Taking a small break

Chapter 4: Nar Shaadda Bar

Mid Rim

Nar Shaadda

3648 ATC

Time not recorded

Deciding that perhaps a day off would be a breath of fresh air, I set a course for the planet Nar Shaadda, arguably there planet with the worst problems of the galaxy, For starters, the population, while not as massive as Coruscant, was over-the-top. There were more people than resources, and like any place in the galaxy, there is a poor district with people literally at each other's throats vying for control and resources, and while the poor battle, the wealthy and powerful use the chaos and imbalance to their advantage, bringing themselves more useless profit like myself. The Hutt Cartel runs this world, but other powerful figures and independent figures reside here as well. It sickens me to know that these scum and wretches feed of the suffering of others in order to profit and make themselves more luxurious than they were before. The Hutts are not known for their frivolous nature and do not take kindly to intrusions of their power base or their authority. If someone challenges them, they send the best mercenaries, bounty hunters, and assassins that money can buy.

I, myself, have worked for the Hutt's, though they do not perceive me as Flare as no one has seen Flare's face. I operate as the Mandalorian bounty hunter, Orithixel. I do not wear the standard Mandalorian beskar armor as I find it to be very generic and not unique in any sort of way. Mandalorian armor is instantly recognizable as Mandalorians are revered as some of the greatest  warriors of and in the galaxy.

Even though I despise those who feed of the strife and suffering of others, I do admit that I, myself am no paragon of purity. I hunt, I kill, I torture, I fight, all for the sake of survival, at least in my earlier years, Now, with all that I have accumulated, I could make significant influence with the right amount credits, the right information in the wrong ears, and the right side at the the most desperate of times, but I do not use such advantages against my enemies and rivals. It would give me an tactically unfair advantage every time. I would be virtually unstoppable. That is why I do not use my wealth, or information, or my influence. I use my skills to continue to impress, and so far, I have satisfied every employer and customer, but when someone gains, someone loses as well. I do not discriminate between jobs, but the only jobs that I do not ever resort to is involving the innocent and civilians. I believe that speaks for itself.

My status as a Mandalorian doesn't go unnoticed, but I do not make it obvious. My armor is based upon a far different style of armor, partially inspired by archaic armor designs of past warriors both Force user and non Force users. The armor covering my abdomen and torso is comprised of full Beskar as a first layer and durasteel as a second layer. The armor is heavy, but I have adapted over the years and become nimble even with the added weight. The shoulder pauldrons are differing sizes as the armor draws inspiration from arena combat armor. I am left-handed, so my left shoulder is less armored and my right shoulder features the more armored side. The legging and boots are comprised also of Beskar. My gauntlet features dual flame throwers, dual dart and rocket launchers, two cable launches, and two mini blasters. My boots are heavy-duty combat boots where the thrusters for my rocket ability comes from. I can do sustained flight for a few minutes at a time.

Finally, my helmet is the most intricate part as it contains many interesting gadgets and toys that I have had the joy of using, including a range finder, thermal and infrared vision, a highly-advanced heads-up display, water dispenser, and night vision being some of the features. Looking at me with my helmet on, you would not even associate with me even looking human, but then again, with my jumbled-up DNA due to the Star Forge technology, that is hardly beside the point. The helmet was custom-designed by a former friend who had passed on. It reflected an alien persona with two lightning bolt-shaped eyes, all glowing a dark-blue.