Bounty hunting isn't an easy profession. Most hunters have lost their moral compass and Y/N is no exception. At a young age the young hunter had to experience the massacre of his people before being brought into a covert.
A proficient hunter Y/N's...
Okay here we go again. I think I got it tho. I'm going to be trying to incorporate more of the Mandalorian language. I of course will provide translations for the mast majority of people who have no clue what the hell a certain word means. Granted the translation may not be the best but I'm using the Mando'a Database on the internet for these words.
Side note like the previous story this takes place during the sequel movies.
Lez go
Y/N's POV:
I lay on my stomach under some exotic plants. The air of Felucia is nothing less than humid. A real hell hole to fight in.
My bounty today is a bail jumper. Turns out the people who paid for their release were apart of the underworld. I try not to do business with them but the pay was too much to pass up.
In my hands is my IQA-11. A weapon I bought in a bazaar on Tatooine.
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I adjust the scope as the bail jumper comes into view. Seems he set up a small camp of sorts.
Clients want him brought in alive. Although I was given specific instructions that if he resisted in any way I could break a few of his bones.
I stand up from my concealed location and start approaching the man. His back is turned to me.
My feet make little to no noise as I make my way towards the target. As I come up behind him i press the barrel of my rifle to back of his head.
Y/N: Don't even think about moving.
Target: Who are you? Who sent you?
Y/N: None of your concern.
I see is arm twitch, an indication that he's going to make some move. So I slam the stock of my rifle into the back of his head sending him sprawling on the ground.
Y/N: I told you not to move.
???: So...your not gonna kill me.
He reaches for his thigh where I spot a blaster. I quickly stomp on his hand earning a scream from him.
Y/N: No. But I am allowed to break you.
I grab the collar of his shirt and lift him up.
Y/N: Your coming with me.
I reach for my waist and pull out a pair of cuffs. I then slap them onto my bounty and start marching him towards my ship.
???: How much are they paying you?
I say nothing opting to ignore him. Usually gets me a good reaction.
