Star Wars: Imagines

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Prompt:
(Y/N) is a Bounty Hunter, and Kanan is her target.

Not a Request ♥︎

She/Her❥

2nd POV
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You believed it would be much harder to track down this allusive Jedi. You imagined he would be the hardest Bounty to collect over the years of hunting, and you've collected many bounties in your time, yet there he sat. You were almost disappointed that he had to be taken in— Dead.

Your bounty, by the name of Kanan Jarrus sat beside a young black haired boy; hands flying about as the two shared conversations. You admired everything nearby; the lightsabers hanging from the two's belts, the Mandalorian sitting in the cockpit alongside the Twi'lek. You remembered one more in their crew, yet you couldn't see him— the Lasat. He's the only one you were really worried about,

"Sparrow to Agent 7," you whispered into your com, "Targets in sight. I only have room to grab Kanan though."

"Copy that. I'll get your credits ready. Remember, bring him in dead. I don't want him alive," the man on the other side hissed; the com going silent.

You readied you're trusty rifle. It had never let you down before, and it wasn't going to now. Laying it alongside two stones, you aimed the dangerous weapon at the Jedi's head, ready to pull the trigger and get your credits that would inevitably feed you for weeks on end, not even mention the fuel you'd get for your ship,

"What the?" a voice towered above you questioned.

You pulled a knife out from your belt and swung without looking, nicking the speaker's calve. He grunted in pain and swung his arms down; knocking you out cold almost immediately.

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You awoke in a cold sweat, nauseous and alone. You were tied up to a bar in a dark room; no weapons in sight, "She was gonna kill you, Kanan! Her gun was aimed right at your head!" the voice from before spoke, obviously in a different room,

"Perhaps a Bounty Hunter then? We're all over those posters, it doesn't surprise me that we all finally got found," the voice, belonging to Kanan Jarrus commented, "I'll go talk to her."

You began to nervously claw at the handcuffs holding you to the pole, but to no avail. Yanking and tugging doesn't even help the situation. Footsteps began approaching the door, and as the door automatically swung open, you were met with the softest blue eyes you've ever seen,

     "I understand you have been sent here to kill us," he said, his voice like smooth velvet, "But I'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse."

      You didn't reply. You still had your sleek Mandalorian helmet on so he couldn't see the slight blush pricking at your cheeks. You rarely found your targets attractive, but this man? He was breathtaking. Honestly, breathtaking didn't even cover it. It's a shame Jedi can read emotions. He probably knows what you're thinking,

       "We know you. Your name is the Sparrow," he continued, pacing the room slowly, "We wish to have you join our crew as one of the Resistance. You have the skills to make a fantastic Rebel. In the end, the Empire will murder anyone who isn't wearing a Stormtrooper helmet, and knowing the Mandalorians, you won't pick up that trend, but with us, you may remain free."

     That peaked your interest ever so slightly, yet you knew if you abandoned this mission and left this Jedi alive, you would be hunted down like a deer to a wolf. His offer was nothing more than a pipe dream,