(Y/N) (L/N) is just a simple lethal 16 Mandalorian trying to make a living "and hobby," out of bounty hunting. What happens when a job leads him to Remnant? What experiences await him on this Grimm invested world? Find out here.
Speaking: Hi Thinking: Hi Yelling: HI ------------------------------------------- As the smoke clears (Y/N) sees a blonde haired woman casting space magic to make a giant purple shield.
(Y/N): So, that's a semblance? Useful, might give a Jedi or Sith a run for their money.
On the ship an unknown foe hand Roman the controls as she goes to the door and a bunch of craziness happens until (Y/N) decides enough is enough. He activates his (1/F/C) jetpack and flies torwards the wind shield.
(Y/N): TORCHWICK!
Roman: GAH! OH F***!
(Y/N) then lands on the ship's windshield pulling out his twin blasters.
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(Y/N): We can bring you in warm or we can bring you in cold. Your choice!
Roman: OPPOSITION C.), NEVER!
(Y/N): Grr... Cold it is!
Before he could pull the triggers however he was now in what appeared to be a giant purple bubble as the target and his accomplish got away. He then extends a blade he has in his gauntlet and quickly grabs his droid as they fly away.
Red: WAIT! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPHS?!
*Timeskip to the ship.*
They are now back on board and is processing what has transpired just 2 hours ago.
(Y/N): That could have gone better.
84: Agreed.
Fix-It: Does that mean you need medical attention Sir? Wonderful! Assist bust out the medical equipment!
(Y/N): NO! WE ARE FINE! STOP IT!
Fix-It: Fine... Oh, and Sir.
(Y/N): Yes Doc?
Fix-It: You have a visitor outside.
(Y/N): WHAT?!
He grabs his neatest blaster and rushes torwards the door.
Fix-It: Was it something I said?
84: What do you think? *Grabs his blaster and walks torwards the hatch.*
