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...
I sigh in annoyance as I sit in the cold cantina on the planet known as Doc Dout. Jax told us that we could meet an informant here.
Alice: It's so cold...
Doc Dout is on the edge of the galaxy. It's sky violet, with bands of azure, more azure and olive.
Life cannot be sustained here without support. Settlers built a system of domes that keep a large portion of the cold out. Unfortunately Alice and I aren't accustomed to this weather.
Y/N: It is.
I see her shiver a bit. It's not much but I put one arm around her and pull her into my side.
Alice: W-What're you doing?!
Y/N: Helping warm you up.
Alice: Idiot your armors cold!
I take my arm off but she doesn't move.
Alice: I never told you to stop...
Y/N: I see.
I put my arm around her again.
I feel my chest tighten and my heart race. Easy there Y/N, this is strictly business. Nothing more nothing less.
It's then I see someone walking towards us. Mandalorian armor adorns their figure. Well just our luck someone who'll help by creed.
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(Currently putting in OC's so if you've given me one they'll be in the story eventually it just takes awhile)
Y/N: Aranov Arasom.
Aranov: Your who Jax sent?
I nod my head. He looks over at Alice and nods.
Aranov: I have what you need but.
Of course there's a but.
Aranov: I need a hand with something.
Alice: What can we do for you?
Aranov: My partner lead me into an ambush. They took my ship.
Y/N: And you need help getting it back?
Aranov: I'd appreciate it.
I get up from the table and start walking towards the exit.
Alice: Wait are we not helping him?
Y/N: Can't find the people who took a ship without using a ship.
Aranov: Is he always like that?
Alice: You get used to it.
We arrive at my own ship. I look back at fellow Mandalorian.
Y/N: Any idea where they went?
Aranov: I have a way of tracking the ship actually.
