The Mandalorian Shadow

Chapter 1: The Mandalorian

One the snow planet of Hoth a man wearing armor held out his fob and turns to find a strong signal to his target.

His target was somewhere in a small village.

He places his fob away and walks down the path towards the village in front of him.

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Inside a local tavern, a young man was slammed against the table as three thugs ganged upon him. Nobody did anything to stop them, they were too scared to move. "Look at his glands!" one said in Huttese, the other just laughs. "I bet we could sell them at the port," he states, glossing his finger over the man's glands.

The man gasps quietly in fear as he stuffs his hand in his pocket, "Please, please, I have credits." he said as he places a small number of credits on the table. "He's young... the musk will be sweet," he states.

Then the man was pulled from the table, rattling it and spilling the drink as the two stood up and step closer towards him and the leader pulls out his knife. "And now for the real prize," he states slowly moving his knife closer. But then the door opens and there stood the hunter.

Everyone looks and saw it was a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter. "And who the hell are you?" the thug questions him. But the Mandalorian said nothing as he looks out at the men in the bar, then walks inside and up towards the counter. The thug looks at the Bounty Hunter then down at his drink. "You spilled my drink!" the thug shouts at him. The hunter said nothing as he leans against the counter.

Everyone was nervous, on edge as the thug was offended by the silence. "Hey, Mando!" he calls out against, Mando still said nothing. The thug scoffs as he then walks towards the hunter. "I said, you spilled, my drink..." he said, standing next to the hunter. "He says you spilled his drink." the bartender informs the hunter. And again the hunter said nothing. Then the thug eyes his men.

They let the young man go, throwing him at the table as he sinks down behind it and the two stepped over towards the counter. "It's fine. It's on me." the bartender states as he reaches behind the counter as the thug was eyeing the hunter's armor. "Is that real Beskar Steel?" he questions as the two caged the hunter in and the thug scraps his blade on the chest plate. That crossed the line. "Here." the Bartender places the drink on the table and slides it towards the thug.

But the hunter catches the drink and then in a sudden move, he slammed his elbow into the tall thug's face, then slams the cup in the other thug's face, the tall thug went to hit him, but the hunter catches him but his collarbone. 

Then grips the back of his neck and slams his forehead onto the counter then turns to the next thug leader and stops him from swinging his knife at him. The uppercuts him then stabs the thug's knife into his own back.

He cries out in pain and the hunter threw the thug down and notices the tall thug making an escape, he shot his tether line out, catching the thug by his feet and he fell to the ground. 

The hunter pulls the thug back in and the thug turns, pulling out his blaster and shooting the hunter in the shoulder plate, but the hunter pulls out his and shot the panel to the door and it closes in on the thug. Making him struggle and cry out as it was severed into two.

The leg then drops to the ground as the people were shocked at it was a three-on-one. Then the hunter detaches the tether line and turns to the young man. Mythrol was laughing as he sat in his chair and scoops the credits up. 

"Thank you! Thank you so much! You have my heartfelt gratitude." he informs him, but the hunter said nothing. Mythrol was nervous from the silence but plays it off with a smile. "You know what? Here. You take my credits. Buy yourself a drink." he informs him, sliding the credits back to him.