The Hotshot Mandalorian

Chapter 5: Sabine vs Flare

Chapter 5: Sabine  vs Flare

Chapter 5: A typical Routine Supply Run

In Hyperspace

En Route to Raxus Prime

3648 ATC

For the first time in many years, I am defending cargo. You would think that it is the most boring job in the galaxy, but in truth, defended cargo has many ways to end, either with it being stolen or it being destroyed. The former happens more than the latter. No destruction, no killing sprees, no enemies, and no noise whatsoever, but I would be a complete idiot to think that it would last. If the Empire hires people to protect their cargo, they're certainly expecting someone to hijack it, most like the "Rebel Scum" as the Imperials so eloquently put it.

I turn to observe the team we have. Although each of them have their own separate careers and dealings, they appear that they can coordinate well as a team. In the bounty hunting business, you have to work with a small group at least once. Usually, that means no more than ten other hunters work with you. For some odd reason, it takes very little for a group of mercenaries to work unanimously. It takes a regular militia squad months and even years to work like an organic creature. Perhaps it is what is on the line if we fail that motivates us to cooperate. I do not know, but we might as well be complete strangers and we could still function up to par.

Kolyar, also known as, the Black Jacket, is more of an assassin than anyone here. I do not know much about him, but I do know that he is extremely difficult to track without the right equipment and the right skills. He wears black armor, and has never been seen without black attire of some kind. He may wear other colors, but black must be apparent. For what reason, I can only imagine.

The Zabrak, Ryleen, is a rare breed/ She is one of the few Zabrak that I have seen that sports long hair tied into one pony tail. She appears to have been training for most of her life as her body is well-muscled and well-built, but still retaining a feminine shape. No doubt that she has more likely than not used her body as a means to complete her previous missions. She has a knack for knives, be it throwing knives, combat knives, sheathed knives, you name it, she has it. The only blaster she has is a single sidearm, very basic and very stark in design.

The Rodian, Zeedra, is more mysterious to me. Rodians are generally not as readable as the other species in the galaxy. It doesn't really help that they have those giant dark eyes, which makes reading emotions from them all the more difficult. Zeedra wears more heavy armor and carries an arsenal of tech weapons. He's dressed to fight a technological war, with incendiary rounds loaded in his blaster, cryo freezers, missiles and rockets, and shielding technology that is more durable than most. He obvious is the tank of the group, and he is not afraid to boast about his murder toys and machines.

The human woman Kathlia is dressed lightly, with only a few armor plates here and there, possessing two blasters and a single rifle on her back. She carries no wrist weapons or any other concealed weapons. Her face reads that of a predator seeing how to kill and eat her victims. She knows who she can take, and who she cannot take. Her mind is on overdrive. You can never really know what to expect from her, whether it be a senseless beating or a calculated shot. Like the Zabrak, her body is toned, but not nearly as much as everyone else. Her body is easily the more likely to entice victims to their doom, but she has that look that suggests that she would rather die than be involved with anyone romantically.

Finally, there is Orithixel, also known as me, Flare, adorned in full combat armor, but not with the intention of being a tank. Apart from my wrist gauntlet weapons, I have my lightsaber and my foldable bow with energy arrows that I can create from my suit power source. I have no blasters with me and I left my sniper rifle in board the Excalibur . I certainly was not planning for this, but I would be an inadequate killer if I could not adapt to the situation at hand, so I have to make do with the hand that I am dealt.