The Hotshot Mandalorian

Chapter 23: Mission on Tattooine Part 1

Chapter 23: Mission on Tattooine (Part 1)

Tattooine

Outer Rim Territories

3651 ATC

Flare P.O.V
Hera and Kanaan have finally given us the mission details for what we are about to do and frankly after hearing the details of the mission well, lets just say I was struggling to keep a cold and calculating state of emotion because of all the possible ways of making trouble for the Empire and the best thing they can come up with is an attack on a simple Imperial Convoy? But that Mandalorian Women seems mildly interested though because there is a potential ally we could acquire if the rumors are true surrounding this certain individual so I will keep my opinions to myself for now as the Ghost docked near Mos Eisley, the cantina where every type of vermin and criminal filth can be found as smooth upbeat jazz is playing as me and Sabine were sent in to flush out our suspect. As Sabine kept her hands near her blasters just in case if anything happens while myself is calm  and collected as can be as I kept my hood on, don't want people trying to make the connection between Zardwyn Orithexel and Flare now because like I have said before if they knew me as the bounty hunter Orithexel then the crew's small trust in me would instantly shattered, but if they knew me as the infamously notorious delinquent and terrorist known as Flare then they could very well kick me off the ragtag crazy team or they can try to directly join in their ranks even though they don't know I already had. As we approached I asked Sabine to wait by the bar so she can watch my back to which after some protest she complied as I easily spotted a short blonde haired man sitting in a booth near the far right corner almost near the band playing.
The short blond haired man looked at me cold and calculating and I did the same to him not one to be fazed by anyone. "Can I help you Flare?" The young man asked me with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed sharply at me with pent up frustration and barely controlled anger. I quickly grabbed the man by the scruff of his shirt collar and shove him against the wall as I stared down at him with cold calculating  face as one of my wrist blades is at his neck.
Before I could ask him the same question he asked my the Imperial Elite Commandos barged through into the cantina armed to the teeth as they surrounded the three of them.