How would the stellaron hunters react to a bounty hunter reader that's after them? Like they've been chasing this specific member of the stellaron hunters for awhile now and they keep giving reader the slip right before they can be caught.
They've been chasing the hunters from world to world, not really messing much with the script and sometimes unintentionally even aiding them by accident.
The reader employs traditional weaponry like blades and firearms but can hold their own even with such simple armaments, so the stellaron hunters have never really been able to stave them off with brute force alone.
How would the individual stellaron hunters interact with the bounty hunter when they realize they've actually become rather fond of the perpetually pissed off weapon wielding maniac chasing them around.
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“Fate Wrote Us as Enemies”
Tags: Kafka x Reader, Blade x Reader, Silver Wolf x Reader, Firefly x Reader, Bounty Hunter!Reader, Enemies To Lovers (?), Slow Burn, Cat And Mouse Dynamic, Tension, Flirtation, Rivalry, Action, Suspense, Subtle Romance, Psychological Manipulation, Found Family Themes.
Warnings: Violence, Weapon Use (Blades And Firearms), Blood, Injury, Mind Manipulation, Near Death Situations, Emotional Manipulation, Cliffhangers, Angst, Immortality Themes, War Trauma, Dream/Reality Distortion.
The first time you almost had her cornered was in a dim, flickering maintenance corridor on Herta Space Station. A place reeking of rust and ionized ozone, the kind of corridor nobody used unless they were trying to vanish.
You thought you had her.
Your knife was at her throat before her hologram blinked into static and vanished, leaving nothing but the shrill echo of laughter.
“Man, you really are persistent, huh? Like, persistent persistent. Don’t you get tired of losing?” Silver Wolf’s voice chimed overhead through a hijacked intercom.
You gritted your teeth, checking your sidearm. “One of these days, hacker, I’ll put a bullet in you before you can glitch your way out.”
“Sure, sure. But the game wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t keep respawning.”
That was the cycle. She slipped through firewalls and ventilation shafts alike, while you tracked her like some outdated gunslinger hunting shadows. You clashed often—once in the data vaults, once in a ruined server farm where you actually grazed her arm. That scar she kept. You suspected she liked it.
But something shifted weeks into the chase.
You weren’t sure when you noticed her slowing down for you. Not failing—Silver Wolf never failed—but leaving just enough breadcrumbs that even a non-hacker could follow. It wasn’t pity. It wasn’t taunting. It was… something else.
Tonight was another chase. You fired into a console, sparks showering as the lights died. For once, you had her cornered, her purple glasses catching the faint glow of emergency LEDs. She leaned casually against the wall like this was a date, not a standoff.
“You’re late,” she teased.
You raised your gun. “You don’t get to make jokes.”
“Why not? You’re fun. Most bounty hunters I’ve trashed are boring—predictable. You? You’re like… that one boss fight where the devs over-tuned the damage numbers just to piss players off.”
“You think this is a game?”
“Of course it is. Everything’s a game. The trick is finding the right cheat codes.”
You should’ve pulled the trigger. Instead, you hesitated, because her smile wasn’t mocking this time. It was… almost fond.
Silver Wolf tilted her head. “Tell me, bounty hunter—what’ll you do when you finally catch me?”
The words stuck in your throat. For the first time, you realized you didn’t have an answer.
She grinned wider, pushing off the wall. “Thought so.”
She stepped into a panel of glitching code that shimmered like water. Her body started to dissolve into pixels.
On instinct, you lunged—grabbing her wrist before she fully phased out. For one dizzying second, you felt the warmth of her skin, real and solid.
Silver Wolf blinked, startled. “...Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
The corridor shuddered, sparks erupting from the walls. Sirens screamed overhead. She glanced at the chaos, then back at your grip.
“Guess we’re both about to find out what happens when the bounty hunter doesn’t let go.”
On the Luofu, your hunt became a dance.
The Stellaron Hunter was elegance personified, her every move deliberate. You chased her across crowded bazaars and quiet back-alleys where the incense smoke curled like ghosts. She never rushed, never panicked. She always knew.
Kafka looked back at you once, her pearl earring glinting under lantern light. “Still chasing me? I almost feel flattered.”
“Almost?” You growled, loading another round into your revolver.
She smirked. “You’re dedicated, I’ll give you that. But you’re also predictable. Point gun, pull trigger, miss.”
You shot anyway. She slipped aside with serpentine grace, her coat flaring like wings. Your bullet shattered a hanging lantern instead, sending sparks and oil flames splashing across the market stalls. The crowd screamed and scattered.
Kafka didn’t even flinch. She walked straight through the glow, her eyes on you, her voice velvet-smooth.
“Tell me… why do you keep following?”
You spat on the ground. “It’s my job. Your bounty could keep me in ships and ammo for years.”
“A bounty hunter working so hard, for so long, with such little return?” She tilted her head. “I think there’s more to it. Something you haven’t admitted yet. Even to yourself.”
Her voice coiled around you like smoke. Her Spirit Whisper tugged at your mind, whispering closer, closer.
You steadied your gun. “Don’t try your tricks on me.”
She chuckled lowly. “Oh, darling… if I wanted you under my control, you’d already be on your knees.”
The fight bled into flirtation, into questions that felt more like invitations. Each time you tried to corner her, she spoke, and each word made hesitation carve deeper into you.
Now, standing on the edge of the Aurum Alley rooftops, you had her at last. She stood with her back to the drop, spiderweb coat rippling in the wind.
“Nowhere left to run,” you said, breath ragged.
Kafka only smiled, like this was all part of her script. “That’s where you’re wrong. You’ve been chasing me for so long, bounty hunter… but haven’t you realized?”
You frowned. “Realized what?”
Her eyes gleamed, dangerously close, hypnotic.
“I’ve been letting you catch me.”
And with that, she leaned forward—closing the gap between you, lips almost brushing yours—
When something sharp pressed against your abdomen.
“Checkmate,” she whispered.
The blade dug deeper.
Your fight with Blade was unlike the others.
No elegance. No teasing. Just raw destruction.
He came at you like a storm, sword flashing with a feral desperation. Every blow rattled your bones, every parry left sparks flying between you. He didn’t care about defense—only relentless attack.
And yet, you held. Somehow.
Your blade locked with his, cracked steel screaming as sparks lit the night. His red eyes burned, his voice a snarl.
“Why do you chase me?”
You gritted your teeth, pushing back. “Because you’re worth more credits than anyone else alive.”
“Lies!” He shoved you hard, sending you sprawling into a broken statue. “You wouldn’t survive this long if it was only money.”
You rolled aside as his sword split the ground where you’d stood.
“Maybe,” you spat, raising your firearm and emptying a clip into his chest. The bullets hit—he staggered—then the wounds sealed before your eyes, crimson flesh knitting back together like nightmare tapestry.
You cursed. “I hate that trick.”
Blade smirked, blood still dripping down his chin. “And yet you keep coming back for more.”
The battle raged across the Luofu’s abandoned docks, moonlight spilling across steel and shattered crates. Neither of you truly won, but neither retreated.
Hours later, exhausted, you found yourselves facing each other again—this time not with blades clashing, but breaths ragged, weapons lowered by mutual exhaustion.
For the first time, Blade didn’t strike.
Instead, he studied you. His gaze was heavy, piercing, like he was searching for something buried inside you.
“You’re cursed too,” he finally murmured.
You blinked. “What?”
“That look in your eyes. The same hunger. The same need to keep fighting, even when you want it to end.”
You scoffed. “Don’t romanticize me.”
But you didn’t pull your weapon again. Neither did he.
Instead, he stepped closer, cracked sword dragging against the ground. The heat of his presence was suffocating.
“One day,” Blade said, voice low, “when you finally corner me… I’ll make sure you never walk away again.”
The words weren’t a threat. They were a promise.
He lifted his sword—slow, deliberate.
You raised yours in turn, breath hitching—
The dock beneath your feet collapsed with a thunderous crack, plunging both of you into the waters below.
The last thing you saw before the water swallowed you was Blade’s hand reaching out through the spray.
Penacony’s dreamscape was beautiful, and cruel.
You tracked her through its glittering false skies, neon rivers, and endless carnival of illusions. Firefly, the Stellaron Hunter who should’ve been nothing more than a weapon—yet carried herself with quiet humanity.
Unlike the others, she didn’t taunt you. She didn’t run with smug confidence. She moved like someone already carrying too much weight.
That made her harder to chase. Harder to hate.
The night you caught up, she stood beneath a dream-tree glowing with teal blossoms. Her hair shimmered in the strange starlight, ombre strands falling over weary eyes.
“You should go back,” she said softly, without turning. “Penacony isn’t kind to hunters like you.”
“I’m not here for kindness.” You leveled your rifle. “You’re worth more than anyone else on the list. I’m not leaving without you.”
Firefly turned, and there was no malice in her gaze. Only resignation. “Then why hesitate?”
Your finger twitched on the trigger. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t raise a hand.
Instead, she whispered, “You chase me like you want me alive. Not dead.”
The words cut sharper than your bullets ever could.
You should’ve fired. You didn’t.
Instead, the silence stretched between you.
Finally, Firefly stepped closer, the blossoms drifting down around her. “You remind me of someone. One of my comrades. They always said they wanted to fight fate. You fight me the same way.”
“I’m not like you.”
Her smile was faint, sad. “Maybe not. But maybe that’s why I don’t hate you.”
For a moment, she almost looked at peace. Then the dream warped—the sky cracking, voices screaming through the dreamscape. Shapes of Swarm-like insects poured from the edges of Penacony’s illusion, flooding toward you both.
Firefly’s eyes hardened. She drew her blade, teal light burning along the steel.
She glanced at you, voice steady. “You wanted me? Then stay close. Survive this with me.”
AN: finally writing and now gonna try to post once in a while, got some motivation to write this short snippet out. Not sure if I should write this like a oneshot or as a story line.
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Transactional... thats all this 'relationship' would be described as. A simple deal between the two, in which would lead you to have spared some time before your inevitable death.
Who exactly hired him for your death? You dont exactly know, hell you even asked the man that was tasked with this job, yet all your given as a answer, is the same plain 'It would be unprofessional to tell, as that information is confidential'. The same answer and nothing more than that, if you tried to bug him even more, you'll ended up with silence as he'll just stare at you with a blank and emotionless expression.
As for how it stared...
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It was a cold and breezy night, nothing but silence that followd in the forest, we'll, atleast not for the slight howling of wolf's in the distance or the slightly coo of near by nocturnal creatures. The same old sound you heard when out in the forest camping.
Thats until... a small very slight and almost unnoticeable 'crunch' of a leaf on the forest ground was heard. Then soon after the silence in the forest was now very noticeable unlike before, the occasional coo of a creature, the sound of distant howing were now gone. Almost how it would've sounded like if a prey- a rabbit was being stalked by a predator- a wolf. Then in the next few seconds before you could even turn to face where the quiet noise was heard, an sharp item flys through the air, almost deliberately hitting the trunk of a tree. If it wasn't for how the sharp object was silent and shaped as a personalised weapon... you would have thought it was a hunter, almost mistaking you as a big game, but oh- how wrong you were. As you glance down at the pin that stuck itself deeply into the trunk of the tree, another pin is thrown again, this time breezing near the jugular point on your neck, a slight graze, although enough to make a shallow cut that drew out a drip of blood.
Then finally you react, turning around sharply towards the point of action, the person or rather dark figure you spot in the forest is a tall, lean and imposing figure. Even as you can't see more than the outline of the figure, you can certainly sense nothing from the individual standing before you. Which is another odd and dangerous observation.
-no aura
-no sound
-no unnecessary movements
-Just precise
-Just efficent
-Just lethal
The qualities that no hunter would want to be presented with when on the other side of an opponent. The next movement was silent, as expected, quick and unfeeling, like a robot programed to end things quickly, and at this moment, you were its task to be completed. To be killed.
Another pin should have been predicted, as it seemed to be the individuals main and personalized weapon. Long distance, usually this meant the weilder didn't want to involve their selves with close range attacks, close combat. Thats what you observed, and predicted but atlast instead a sharp dash was presented. In what seemed like less of a second, the figure was infront of you, before you could even react, the sharp pain was felt on the side below your left rib, a jab. A harsh jab at that. Then you finally move, to react to the fact you had been wrong about the figure choosing to fight long distance, yet you try to move and fight back-
But a kick was presented at the side of your right abdomen, sharp pains here and there as the figure delt blows to your body, like a punching bag, you unfortunately took them all. Dealing with blows that would take weeks to heal- thats if you do make it out alive. The individual you were with was skilled, too skilled to be a hunter, having long black hair that blended in too well with the dark forests background, their irises dark, black and as emotionless as the figures fighting style, straight and too the point.
Although you could have tried to fight back, it would have been proven useless, the figure was fast, moving like a blur, the other downside was the fact you were a long range to medium range type of fighter. Not a close combat, hand to hand type of fighter. Which unfortunately, your opponent seemed to he skilled at all fighting styles, close range, long range and medium range...
Your choice of weapon?
-a katana, easy for medium range attacks, but getting close enough to deal lethal blows, but not close enough to where your within arms length. Due to that, there was no opening you could take to unsheath your weapon, to be able to drawl the sword and have a 'fair' chance at fighting for your life, as at the moment it literally depended on it.
No, this would be it. The end of your time as a hunter, well you did wanted to know who the person was that sent a literal killing machine after you- but it seemed like you wouldn't be getting an answer at the end of this fight, or more like a beating session.
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Then it ended with you on the ground, pinned and bleeding, a needle shaped object with a round ball which made it easier for the weilder to hold, was pinned to the soft skin of your neck, like a wolf's jaw ready to pierce through the soft fur of a rabbits vulnerable neck.
Throughout the whole fight there was nothing said from the individual, no heavy breathing, no side conversation, not until now.
"You're sloppy- uncoordinated" The individual spoke in a plain, very blunt and emotionless tone. The sharp piercing eyes stared blankly at you, as if killing was just a second thought, which it might very been so.
Tensing up as the slightest movement when the needle was ready to prick your skin, you spoke up abruptly-
"I-I can pay you double!" Your voice slightly quivers from the exhaustion of trying to stay alive from the eariler fight, and the burning sensation from the inflicted wounds you took on. "I can pay you- double of whatever your client offered you!" It was a desperate response, a desperate cry, to save your poor pathetic life atleast for a second longer.
Silence, for about a minute or two, which to you felt like a painful long hour.
Then the figure spoke up
"Double?" Cold and calm. The individual glanced down at you, silent and unblinking, for a moment they seemed to be in thought, although it was almost impossible to read the poker face the guy had. After a moment of silence, the figure removes the needle from your neck, then stands up with ease. Leaning back as he slowly and deliberately places the pin needles back into his shirt like another place holder for the weapon.
"I suppose I can wait this out until one of you pays me first" a cold response, no pity or sympathy was in the tone, just a straightforward statement about payment.
Now you just had to scramble up a few hundred thousand Jenny to complete the transaction that was keeping you alive for a while longer
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AN: AHHH I haven't wrote in so long, hope this isnt trash :p @mtf-muffin ALSO, my alt account for drawings 🫥
Team Prime was currently down in an deep energon cave that Wheeljack had found while coming back to Jasper. It was enough energon to last a whole year the best part was there as no cons. None at all.
"Gotta hand it to you Jacky! This cave is awesome!" Bulkhead exclaimed as he punched Wheeljack on the arm.
"I'm gonna actually agree with Bulk on this one," Arcee commented. “It’s a nice find, how many cons did you have to take out when you found it?”
“None at all, to bad though, I was looking forward to kicking a bunch of scarps today too, but this place was a score for real.”
“This could last us like a whole year! Right?” Smokescreen says while tapping the walls of the cave. In which Bumblebee chirped excitedly while nodding his helm.
Optimus stood next to Ultra Magus still scanning the cave some more. He was proud of Wheeljack about finding the cave, but given everything that they’ve all been through lately in past missions, he was slightly hesitant. Ultra Magus raised his optics looking at the Prime.
“Is something troubling you sir?”
Optimus hummed, “No, but you can never be to careful.” Optimus raised his voice so everyone could hear him, “Let’s quickly grab as much energon as we can and head back to base, Wheeljack excellent work, I gave you my thanks.”
Wheeljack nods, giving Bulkhead a smug look. “No problem boss, just doing my job.”
With that everyone spilt into two or three groups grabbing energon and filling up carts and putting it on Wheeljack’s ship.
Smokescreen, Bumblebee and Arcee walked further into the cave finding the mother load of energon.
“Come on Smokescreen, we have way more than enough,” Arcee says signaling them that it’s time to go back.
“Aw come on, we gotta get a little bit more! You never know maybe the cons might find this place and we’ll never get it back again,” Smokescreen replied back still grabbing more energon.
Arcee sighed, “I understand your concerns, I do, but we've gone far enough into this cave, and I don't like staying in caves for any longer than necessary.”
“But, the more the merrier." Smokescreen objected.
"We have enough," Arcee responded.
Bumblebee attempted to intervene, but the two-wheeler refused. Acree rolled her optics turning around, "Do what you want then."
Smokescreen chuckled and huffed, "Fine by me-“
Bumblebee beeped questioning Smokescreen sudden demeanor change, Smokescreen switched his servo’s into guns pointing in the direction of the energon. Arcee did the same unsure of what was going on.
“I heard something….” Smokescreen finally said after a few seconds of unmoving. Stepping closer Smokescreen became to see a metallic chest plate, he then stepped a bit closer and was lunged at. Stumbling back Smokescreen fired a shot missing his attacker who managed to get on top of him.
“What the-“ Arcee and Bumblebee pointed their guns at the thing. It was a cybertronion animal. But it was a predacon, since a predacon wouldn’t have given Smokescreen the chance to get that close since they’re territorial when it came to energon.
Arcee fired a shot at it and hit it on its sides. It whimpered and shook its helm trying to get up but struggled, letting out a sharp yelp in doing so. Acree stared at it feeling a bit uneasy for having to shoot it. But it was either them or it.
“What the heck is that thing?!” Smokescreen stammered while trying to get back in his feet. His spark pounded against his chest plate looking to see what almost un-alived him.
“Looks like it’s from our planet…” Arcee said hesitantly still trying to examine it.
“Should we call Optimus?” Smokescreen asked.
“Yeah…” Arcee nods while looking at Bumblebee.
After ending the com link Smokescreen huffed, “Maybe shooting it wasn’t the idea…”
“It was you or them,” Arcee huffs as well.
“Arcee?”
Optimus voice echoed through the cave as he came closer to the three, Bumblebee waved him over and pointed at the creature that attacked Smokescreen.
Optimus and Ultra Magnus came closer, inspecting the creature as it whines losing its own energon, Optimus leaned down examining it some more. His optics went wide seeing the creature up closer.
Bumblebee chirped and beeped in confusion while Smokescreen began to start asking questions.
“Do you recognize that thing Optimus?”
“This is a cybertronion hound, only used by Cybertions bounty hunters.”
“Bounty hunters?!” Smokescreen and Bumblebee said beeped at the same time then both looked at Arcee. Arcee’s optics went wide, “Your telling me that belongs to a bounty hunter….”
Optimus turned to look back at the three younger bots with concerns, before noticing a reflection within the energon that captured his attention. He stood up and turned switching his servo to a gun, “Show yourself.”
Optimus narrowed his optics seeing a figure step into his view, his spark rate began to rise at the sight of… you.
You stood there narrowing your own optics at the Prime in front of you, you scoffed in realization.
It was the autobots. And their leader Optimus Prime.
You took aim at his head, glaring at the bot with anger as you fired. Your shot missed as Optimus dodged with precision, his optics meeting yours with a mix of no fear and hesitation.
“Waste of scrap and metal,” you grumbled.
“We mean you no harm,” Optimus says. “My apologies for your friend.”
"My apologies for your friend," he added, acknowledging the unintended consequence of the battle.
The others raised their weapons, with Arcee aiming hers at your hound. Optimus held his servos up, signaling the others to stand down, they all lowered the guns hesitantly with Ultra Magus speaking up. “Is this wise Optimus?”
“I agree with him with on this one sir,” Arcee says. “Bounty hunters hunt. She coukd be working for the cons.”
You rolled your optics, “Autobots, Decepticons, is that all you talk about? I should rip your sparks out and feed it to my hounds.”
“Hounds?” Smokescreen’s optics widened. Hearing growls coming from around them, four more hounds larger the injured one stepped around the rocks of the caves.
“Scrap…” he muttered softly, sensing the tension escalating around them.
“Forgive them, I shall take the blame for their consequence,” Optimus began to kneel down. “Whatever you must do, let me receive it.”
Your largest hound, bristling with protectiveness, snarled as it positioned itself between you and Optimus, a silent but clear warning. The air crackled with tension your other hound gently lifted your injured companion onto its back, carrying it towards you.
You optics shifted towards your smaller hound, scanning over their injures, your spark could rest easy, the femme bot was a crappy shot, missed your hounds vital areas completely.
Steeling yourself, you closed the distance to Optimus, your optics locked onto his with a mix of defiance, grief, and determination. Switching your servo back to your gun, you aimed it squarely at Optimus’s head, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. Arcee’s optics narrowed, sensing the gravity of your demand, while the other Autobots stood tense and watchful.
“Fix him,” you demanded with a low tone, switching your gun back to your servo.
Optimus lifted his helm, meeting your gaze with a steady resolve in his own optics. As you took a step back, allowing him to rise to his full height.
“Very well,” Optimus said with a nod. He placed his digits to his com link, calling base.
Summary: you and hunter had a one night stand, and he left you with a child because of it. You never told him, but when you went back to bounty work you ran into each other, and eventually you told him... how will he react?
Warnings: Canon violence, fluff
Word count: 3,265
You had no idea how long you had actually worked for Cid in the past, you weren't contracted but she did give you some exhilarating and high paying jobs. during the clone wars the senate actually gave you most of your bounties, and you would consider yourself a republic bounty hunter, though you held no allegiance to them and that also made you dangerous. But at the end of the clone wars, maybe a month or so later you had to drop from existence on a little backwater planet called Pabu. It was a nice little place, and it was your permanent home, until you had to leave for jobs again… but the only reason you disappeared was because you were pregnant from a one night stand. The other party had no idea, and even if you could reach out, you wouldn't. He didn't need to know, but you remember him vividly.
Tall, tanned And muscular. He had a hard body tattoo resembling a skull, and the skeleton as it traveled down his body. He wore a red bandana, and kriff knows he never took it off… unless it was to tie your hands behind your back but regardless that was one time, the first and the last… and then he left you with a child, the bastard.
So it had been a full 6 months since you had your child, and with all the support you had on pabu you were able to go back to work, knowing your child was safe.
So, you stood in front of Cids parlor, your helmet fastened to your head, having donned your classic armor previously. Nobody knew this but you had Mandalorian lineage, so certain pieces of armor were made if beskar But were formed and painted in a way to make it look nothing like beskar.
Regardless, you were back, and your looks alone sparked fear into those who walked past you. Your mask was not necessarily a helmet, because the back of your hair which was put into a long braid that draped over your shoulder could be seen. But you had two metal bands that were fastened to each side of your temple, and upper cheek, which was strongly magnetized to the mask, which had a voice mod to hide your voice, and was also connected to a small oxygen tank that was clipped to your small backpack, and attached to that was your long ranged rifle, and vibrosword.
You had two blasters in each holster that was strapped to both your thighs, and a few throwing knives were also attached to one other holster, whilst you had a few knives tucked in your boot, or in a hidden holster under your armor plating, and even in your braided hair.
Your armor itself was painted a deep blue with black accents and very faded and worn gold lines in the dips and crevices of your armor, however the thicker Long sleeved undershirt you wore underneath was a dirty cream color, and your pants were a deep brown.
You patted yourself down quickly, nodding to yourself when you recounted everything you had before walking into Cids parlor.
The Bad batch, that is to say Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and omega since Echo was off with Rex, and Crosshair was working for the Empire, were sitting At their usual table, wrecker and omega chowing down on some Mantel mix. Hunter was the first to notice Joe silent the bar suddenly got, but Texh and the others were not to far behind as their attention went to a stranger who walked in, a bounty hunter by the looks of it. To Hunter though, there was a sense and smell of familiarity, and he furrowed his eyebrows watching you walk to Cids office, the door automatics closing behind you. Hunter turned to look at Tech, who also had furrowed eyebrows.
“Why does that Bounty hunter seem so familiar to us?” He asked, typing on his data pad, searching for any info on this bounty hunter. Hunger shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Not sure…” He trailed off, staring at the door for a few seconds until Tech grabbed his attention by showing him the data pad. “It is Y/n L/n, AKA Cicatrix, she was a very famous bounty hunter for the republic during th-”
“-I know Tech, We've worked with her before, before the empire…” He trailed off, memories resurfacing in his mind, memories he pushed down because he got too attached.
In the meantime, you were talking with Cid, your helmet was off, and now attached to your left hip were similar magnets were sewn into your clothing to hold your mask, and you were getting the best pick of the bounties and jobs… until Cid spoke up.
“Yeah one thing Trixie-”
“-Its Cicatrix” You interrupted, and Cid cleared her throat. “Right, one thing, in order to do this big jobs your going to have to work with a few other people, a group I like to work with… The Bad Batch.” She explained, and you narrowed your eyes, gripping the fobs in your right hand. “The bad batch huh?” You sneered at Cid, before grabbing the fobs. “Fine.” You muttered, fastening your mask to your face once more, and Cid led you out of the office, and towards the bad batch.
Your eyes scanned over each of them, some familiar, most of them were except for one… however when your eyes landed on that man… the one with the half skull tattoo on his face, you wanted to turn and run… However, you stayed put as Cid started speaking some nonsense that you couldn't really bother to listen to, because even through your mask he seemed to know where your eyes were, and he wouldn't let your stare go… that was until you felt someone tug at your shirt.
You quickly looked down, seeing the small blonde child smiling up at you. “Hi! I'm Omega, and these are my brothers, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker! We've read all about you- well at least I have on Kamino, But your so cool! I read one story about you where you and a Jedi were on a mission and you got separated! And a Rancor came out of nowhere and you wrestled it till you killed it- and-” omega was quickly cut off as Hunter rested a hand on her shoulder. “Omega..” he muttered softly, silently telling her to calm down
You chuckled, thinking back to your own child on Pabu before you knelt down in front of her, and took your mask off, clipping it to your thigh once more. You smiled at omega, and pointed to a big scar on your face. “I didn't get out unscathed that's for sure, the rancor gave me a big scar, And I had to get a new eye, luckily for me I had the credits and the connections so now I have a cybernetic Eye, and I can scan my surroundings for infrared signatures, like other people or animals when it's dark out. It's pretty cool.” You explained, winking at her as your cybernetic right eye flashed blue before settling to your eye colour again. Omega squealed in excitement, turning to her brother, Hunter.
You stood up, glancing at him as he stared at you, before standing up. “We can work together, just like old times.” He muttered the last bit, but you heard him clearly, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. “I'll leave my ship here, and come with you on yours. You stated, resting your hands on your hips as you took a step back, nodding to Cid. “You owe me a solo.” You stated, before walking to the parlor doors. “Let's get a move on, we only have so much time.” You stated, walking outside as the batch gathered their things.
Once all outside, you started walking with them, omega mainly at your side, asking you questions about your old stories, and your weapons… however as you answered, you noticed the crossbow on her back, and it piqued your interest. “Is that an energy bow?” You asked, and she smiled and nodded. “Yeah it is! Though I'm still learning how to use it.” She huffed, and a soft chuckle left your lips. “Well I could teach you? In my youth I was quite the bow slinger myself.” You stated proudly, seeing how her eyes lit up. She immediately turned to Hunter, who was walking behind you.
“Can She teach me after the mission? Please?” She asked her brother, who stopped walking when she did. You stopped as well, turning to look at him with your arms crossed over your armored chest, a smug look over your face. Hunter gave you a look which you weren't quite sure what it meant, before he looked at omega and sighed. “Fine. I suppose some training can be useful.” He stated, and she cheered before running to the Marauder, grabbing your hand and dragging you with her so she could show you around. You laughed with her, the same hearty laugh that Hunter heard all those months ago…
He sighed, and entered the ship, closing the ramp behind him before making his way to his seat in the cockpit where Tech already was.
Tech glanced over at Hunter, but stared right at his data pad while he spoke. “You should talk to her, statistics show that being honest yields better results then not saying anything at all.” He stated, adjusting his goggles. Hunter grunted in response, glancing back at you and omega as she showed you around. “Maybe…” He trailed off, his eyes trailing down your figure. You were muscular, and fit unlike most women he had been with, however you were a bit softer then the last time he was with you… like something had changed you…
Eventually omega brought you to the cockpit just as you were taking off, and you quickly handed the main tracking fob to Hunter, your clothed finger tips brushing against each other as you handed off the fob. A spark shot through your spine, And you quickly cleared your throat and placed your hand on the back of the chair instead of by your side. “Its on a pretty heavy imperialized planet, so we have to be cautious when retrieving the goods. I did some more research and found a map of one of the facilities it's in… though I do have an idea on how we could stealth this, instead of going in guns blazing.” You suggested, staring at Tech as they both looked at you.
“There are rounds of patrols, two or three troopers at a time. And they circle around this mountain pass-” you explain while pulling out a holo map, pointing your finger at the red dot that indicates the patrol, and then the mountain
“If we land around here, a small group, most likely Hunter or Tech and myself can take out the patrol and switch out our armor for theirs. We put our gear in this little alcove in the mountain, and whoever is left behind can come pick it up so it's safe. Anyway, we complete the “patrol” and get back to the facility, getting in like we were one of them. I can use my tools to get into the control room, where we knock out the guards and then take the data, and get out the same way we got in when the next patrol is about to leave, we tail them, take em out and go.” You explained thoroughly, and Tech hummed at the plan.
“That is… one of the best plans I've ever heard. Hunter? What do you think?” Tech asked, and you glanced over at Hunter, noticing that he was staring at you already, a very small smile curled on his lips. “Very good, I'll go with Cicatrix then Tech and omega can pick up our armor and get back to the ship and be on standby in case anything goes wrong.” He stated, and gestured For you to sit down as they were about to drop pit of hyperspace. You did, sitting down behind Tech and across from Hunter.
Soon enough you were docked at the area you pointed out, it was a secluded little landing area, hidden by the mountain, but it gave you easy access to the patrol route. So once landed, you and Hunter headed out Towards the patrol, staying closer to the mountain side and in the shadows, so you weren't seen. You and Hunter rounded the corner just as a patrol did, and before you could even think of what to do, Hunter pushed you into what seemed to be a larger alcove, but one that could hide you both. However it was a tight space, and you were pressed up against each other… at least the armor made it so you couldn't feel his warmth, except from the hands that now found purchase on your lower ribs. And you could feel that warmth radiating from him. You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, not looking at him, and instead watching the patrol of two as it walked by. And once they were out of sight you nodded. “Okay let's go” you whispered, and Hunter quickly tore his hands away, and left the alcove, and you followed after, sneaking up behind the troopers before taking them out. You stripped from your armor before donning the troopers armor, making sure your armor was in a neat little stack before placing it in the alcove you were just in. And finally you placed the helmet on your head, but not before tucking your braid up, as if not to give your gender away.
You turned back to Hunter, and he was already done with his outfit change. He nodded to you, and you both made the trek back to the facility. You had completely missed the warmth in his eyes when he had shoved you in the alcove, the contemplation on his face as he was torn between forgetting what he felt, and actually telling you what he wanted to say. You never saw it, and he never knew when he'd actually tell you, and now he wondered if he'd even see you again after this mission was over…
Regardless you arrived at the facility and got in unnoticed. This place seemed less guarded then what you would have expected, and you raised your guard, just in case. Hunter took the lead from then on, leading you to the control room where he stood look out as you started splicing the control panel by the door to open it up. You were going quickly as you could, and you managed to open the door within seconds.
You and hunter walked in, and you closed the door behind you before taking out the guards and workers stationed in this room, leaving it empty and easier to work with.
You quickly sat down at one of the terminals, feeling Hunters presence behind you as you slid a data stick into the computer port, hacking into the network that the imperials used with ease since it was the same Tech used by the republic, and you hacked into the republic networks a lot. Just for security…
Regardless you downloaded the info and pulled it out of the port, standing up and turning to Hunter, tucking the data stick into his belt. you walked to the door, poking your head out to see if it was clear, and you nodded to Hunter, walking out side by side, passing another patrol group, pretending you just got back from your patrol. The plan was working, and you couldn't stop the grin growing underneath the helmet you wore.
This might have been the smoothest mission you've ever been on-
“Hey! Patrolman! wait up.” A voice commanded, and you and Hunter froze before turning around, one of the clone commandos standing in front of you. “You finished your patrol quickly, and you didn't input your report.” He stated, and you sucked In a deep breath, looking at hunter. He quickly spoke up. “Right, apologies sir, we will do that right away.” He stated, saluting, you quickly copied his movements, and the clone commando seemed to buy it before leaving.
A sigh left your lips, and you nudged hunter playfully before the both of you left the facility, acting like the next patrol. And as quickly as you got in, you got out, halfway down the patrol route as the alarms started going off "they found my handy work, about time” You huffed, taking your helmet off and tossing it down the canyon before doing the same with the rest of the white armor you wore, however hunter just tossed his into the same alcove that your armor was in prior, though it had long been grabbed by Tech and Omega.
Before hunter could say anything, you both had reached the marauder, climbing on board where your beautiful armor was waiting. And quickly you strapped it all on again, feeling comfortable with the added weight. Tech then started up the ship, and off you flew, with the info that you needed, though it was encrypted, but that's what Tech was for.
You and Hunter didn't really speak after that, but the atmosphere around you both wasn't… uncomfortable. Just silent. You were back on Ord Mantell in no time, and you cashed in the info and got your cut. You still had a few other fobs, but they weren't as time crunching… and maybe you didn't have to work alone…
Hunter seemed to think the same as he walked up to you at the bar, sitting beside you, silent for a moment before he spoke up, right when you did as well
“I missed you-”
You both said at once and chuckles fell from your lips as you turned to look at him. You sighed, and stared down for a moment before pulling Put a hold puck, sliding it to hunter.
He turned it on, and saw a small child, six months old with thick brown hair already growing from his head, and the same hazel eyes that he had. He looked like hunter, but as a baby of course.
The man turned to look at you, and you sighed. “one year and three months ago we slept together. Apparently my implant had expired the day we had sex and… well… he happened. And to be honest he was the best thing that ever happened to me…” you trailed off, staring at the hologram. “Hunter, I'm so-”
“I'm a father?” He asked, cutting you off. You finally looked at him, noticing the tears welling in his eyes. You nodded, reaching out for his hand, squeezing gently. “Would you like to meet Tracker?” You asked, smiling gently. “You'll be shocked to know that boy has your talents… I hide his toys sometimes, and he tracks my trail to where I put them, I don't know what he sees or feels but- compared to a regular child hes- he's got your senses.” You explained, and Hunter finally looked up at you, before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into him, his lips landing right on yours. You were tense for a moment, but quickly relaxed onto him as you reciprocated that kiss.
You pulled away, a chuckle leaving your lips. “I'll take that as a yes.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his as he held your hands in his own.
Summary: You are forced to work a job with the man who killed Obi-Wan Kenobi, the man you loved.
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You glared at the man with so much hatred you were surprised no one noticed your seething rage. No one but the man himself. The way he looked at you was almost as if he was sympathizing with you. And you hated him so much for that. He killed him. He killed the man you only ever cared about. And here you are, forced to work with him. You hate most beings you have to work with anyway, bounty hunting isn't a fun job. And yes, you would be the happiest person in the galaxy if you could end the life of Cad Bane right now. But he didn't have your current rage. He's never faced it before. No matter how many times you run into each other and pissed you off, you've never felt this angry or upset with him as you are with this man. "Are you oka-"
"Don't speak to me," You growled out. Many people who know you are aware of your short temper and know you're not a talkative hunter at all. You like getting your jobs done. That's one of the many reasons you hate Bane. He presses all the right buttons that make you talk and stall and hesitate and so on. So, no one batted an eyelid at your snap at the man. But Bane knows your sudden dislike for this bounty hunter. He has been teasing you about working with this man since he realized he was going to be trying out for the team.
"I was just starting a conversation,"
"I don't care. Don't speak to me"
"Fine," He scoffed, leaning back in his seat in the transport you were all in. Cad Bane chuckled and leaned against the wall beside the man you hated.
"Don't you get it yet? She hates you because you killed Obi-Wan Kenobi. And our dear friend here," He said your last name in a mocking voice. "Loved Kenobi,"
"I didn't love him," You spat out. "He was just someone who gave me helpful information. That is all,"
"We know your feelings for the Jedi Master," He chuckled. "No need to hide it anymore. Hardeen here killed him. He won't find out now,"
"Shut up," You growled at Bane and watched as Rako Hardeen, the man who murdered the only person you care about, look down in shame. You scoffed at the man and stood up, moving further away from him, forcing Bossk to switch places with you.
~~~
Who cares if the man was good in the box and got you all out alive? He still killed Obi-Wan. He was still a murderer and you still wanted to strangle the man and watch the life leave his eyes. You want him to feel the pain you do. After you, Bane, Hardeen and a few other hunters successfully escape the Box, you all go down to the bar to celebrate. You steer clear of them all and went to your little corner with your drink. But then he comes over to you. "Piss off Hardeen-"
"We need to talk…if we're going to work together…you can't spend the next few days hating me,"
"Yes I can and I will,"
"We need to get this mission done. It's just a few days you have to put aside your anger and sadness,"
"No,"
"Why not? You'll risk the success of this mission?"
"I'm not going to like a murderer like yourself,"
"If I remember correctly, you are also a murderer,"
"I kill bad people,"
"Jedi are bad,"
"No, they are not," He sighed. You were stubborn. He looked down at his drink and then back at you.
"So Bane was right, you loved him?"
"Yes…fuck it…yes, I did. He was the only person who cared about me and I cared about him! And you took him away from me!" He looked shocked. You finished your drink before you left again, stopping the tears threatening to fall. You haven't come to terms with Obi-Wan's death yet. Anytime you or someone else mentions his passing, it's like a saber to the heart. It hurts. And you feel guilty. You shouldn't be hurting but you do. You even managed to worm your way to his funeral. You're upset but you still won't confront your feelings. You can't.
~~~
The mission, of course, went terribly. There was a rat within the group and of course, it was Hardeen who only turned out to be Obi-Wan Kenobi in disguise. And yourself. You were never going to kill the chancellor nor harm your Jedi 'friends'. You were waiting outside of the Temple after flying back to Coruscant to review the attack you were a part of. Once finally proved innocent, you were told to wait outside until you were given the 'okay' to leave. You and Ahsoka were talking, talking about how sorry she was for trying to kill you and vice versa. That's when he came outside. Ahsoka saw and quickly hugged you before leaving you alone.
"I thought faking your death was illegal," You started as he approached you. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest. He looked guilty and he sighed.
"It was to protect the Chancellor,"
"Ah yes, well, congratulations, you fooled everyone and the day is saved," He let out yet another sigh, saying your name and walking closer.
"I…cannot find a way to apologise for the way I have made you feel…for the emotional damage I have caused…but I am so sorry," He kept eye contact and you saw the guilt and the genuine sadness he was feeling for you. You shook your head at him.
"It doesn't matter anymore. Because to me, Obi-Wan Kenobi is dead," He raised a brow, he looked confused and scared. "You're fucking dead to me,"
"You don't mean that-,"
"I mean every fucking word that I fucking say. You're fucking dead to me,"
"I don't believe it,"
"Well, you have to start believing it. Because you're dead to me," You hissed out. He called out your name and tried to reach out to you but you pulled yourself away from the man you loved and walked off, pulling your cloak over your head, not looking back. Walking away from the man you loved for the second time.
Summary: When you had first met the Mandalorian when you were collecting your next bounties from Karga, you didn’t think much of your encounter. Sure he was interesting and sure, you were attracted to him, but you assumed that the two of you would never cross paths again.
You’d soon come to learn that your assumption had been wrong. Entirely.
Warnings: None
Your feet pound against the cobbled road that you’re sprinting on, the streets beside you lined with outdoor stands and shops of every different color imaginable and selling items that you couldn’t pronounce even if you tried. With the hustle and bustle of people along the streets and adjoining alleyways inside of the bazaar, squeezing between them in an attempt to keep up your hurried pace was no easy feat, but you try your best. You had gotten quite a few curse words thrown at you by now with how many bodies you had accidentally bumped into already, but you don’t stop to say sorry, instead yelling throwaway apologies behind your back. You’re never going to see these people again anyways, and there were more important matters at hand. Matters like catching this Maker forsaken bounty that’s sprinting a ways ahead of you.
A Weequay man by the name of Molorne that your tracking fob had led you to was wearing annoyingly simplistic clothes that caused him to fit in with the rush of the crowd surrounding him, so it was easy to lose sight of the man if you weren’t paying attention. You probably would have lost him by now if it wasn’t easy to spot the angry faces of the people that he had shoved past while trying to get away from you. He was practically carving out a path of pissed off civilians for you to follow.
You ignore the harsh stitch that’s beginning to form in your side from your strenuous pace as you continue to press on, feet slamming on the cobbled road while your bandolier bounces along with your body. A vendor empties the remnants of a colorful cutting board out into the street and you walk straight through the dust cloud that comes off of it, nose tickling for a second before you sneeze loudly from the dust, attracting even more stares than you had already gotten. Ignoring this, you continue on forward.
A flash of movement that differentiates from the crowd comes from Molorne’s direction, and you can see him trip and fall to the ground from your current position. He’s yelling at the customers of the bazaar to help him up while cradling his ankle and pointing at you, screaming even more. The two citizens that had bent over to help him’s gazes follow where he’s pointing and see you sprinting towards him, eyes instantly widening in panic and putting their hands in the air in submission. Perhaps being decked out in all kinds of combat gear with a crazed look in your eyes isn’t the most friendly way to approach someone. Just spitballing here.
Snorting to yourself breathlessly in amusement at their reactions, you finally reach Molorne, glaring down at him in a mute warning for him to stay put. He, however, decides to ignore your niceties, attempting to crawl away from you and back into the anonymity of the bazaar. Rolling your eyes, you swiftly snatch your blaster out of its holster and turn off the safety, purposefully blasting a stone directly next to where his head was. He stops in his tracks, snapping his head over to you with eyes as big as moons.
“You’re crazy!” He says while baring his teeth at you, voice accusational. You scoff at his accusation.
“You’re one to talk. I’m not the one who stole money from a Hutt.” You hold your hands out to emphasize your words. “I mean, of all of the people in the galaxy to steal from, you choose one of them? Not the brightest idea.”
He squints his eyes angrily at your response, attempting to lunge at you feebly from his place on the ground. In response, you immediately push the sole of your boot against his torso and force him on his back onto the ground, not hesitating for a second. He struggles beneath the pressure of your foot against his chest as the people in the bazaar move around your scene, steadfastly ignoring you.
“Listen, dumbass. There’s two ways that we can do this.” You spin your blaster around with your hand while you talk. “You can either get on my ship like a good little quarry, or you can make me have to lug your stiff body all the way to the loading bay. Which one’s it gonna be?”
The Weequay visibly gulps, eyes snapping in every which direction in a futile effort to find someone who would help him out of his predicament.
“I don’t have all day.” You press your boot harder down upon his torso and he gasps, slapping his hands on your ankle to try and get you off of him.
“The second one,” he croaks out, hands still smacking against you.
You smile in triumph, motioning your hand upwards as you lift your leg up and off of him and back to the ground. “Right choice. Now get up.”
He takes a deep breath, dusting off his clothes before slowly scrambling himself to be upright, back hunching over in defeat. As he puts weight on his injured ankle he winces, trying to shift the pressure put on it to his other foot. You don’t give him any special care just because he’s injured. He’s the one who ran away from you like an idiot. Ankle or no ankle, he was going to be turned in. You haven't lost a bounty yet and you sure as hell weren’t going to have your streak broken by this guy.
You grab a pair of stun cuffs off of your belt and slap them onto his wrists, adjusting them to him so that they’re tight enough to leave light impressions in his leathery blue skin. He curses quietly, grumbling under his breath and thinking you won’t hear him.
“Kriffing bounty hunters.”
“What’d you say? You wanted them to be tighter?” You say sarcastically, adjusting the cuffs so that they now pinched at the Weequay’s skin. He mumbles incoherently again but doesn’t say anything else. “Walk.”
He follows your order, heading forward into the crowd with you mere inches beside him. The bazaar slowly fades into the distance behind you as you reach an older section of the city, reaching the lot where your ship was currently parked.
“Where’d you get your hands on one of these? I haven't seen one around in years,” the man says in reference to your ship, obviously surprised. He begins to stare at the little designs that you had painted on the outside walls, and you ignore him, annoyed that everyone is always fascinated that you don’t have a state of the art star fighter like some people have nowadays.
Entering the code to open your ship’s doors into the number pad, you keep your blaster trained on your bounty’s side as you wait for the door to open. She was a bit slow in the hinges due to age, but everything else worked just fine. No need for a new ship if your current one still served its purpose.
Stepping behind the Weequay man once again, you push him forward with the end of your blaster, causing him to stumble forward onto the ramp and into the ship. It was at this point in time that he began to try reasoning with you for his freedom, like they all do eventually.
“You know, I have a good amount of credits left over from my, well… dealings with the Hutts. I could buy you a better ship—“
“I don’t need a new ship.” You say with an irritated tone, closing the door before turning towards him with a scowl. You cross your arms over your chest, blaster still pointed at him, and try to predict what he’d say next in your head. Maybe he’d try to give you some cold hard credits instead? Or perhaps he’d try offering his body to you like that one Zabrak guy did. People try insane things to not get turned in. Understandable in their situations, but you never budge.
“What if I got you away from this life? You’re a pretty girl, I’m sure I could find you a place somewhere.” Damn. That would have been your third guess. ‘Offer to whisk you away like a fair maiden of yore.’
Stepping over to your carbon freezer, you begin to input the man’s information into his slab. “You know, as enticing as that sounds, I think I’m going to have to disrespectfully decline.” You bite your tongue to hold in a laugh as his expression shows how shocked he is that you would ever even say such a thing. “Say your full name for me real quick, would you?”
You had already forgotten his first name. Usually, all that you needed to hunt someone was their last name, what they looked like and their tracking fob, and you were set to go off and find them. But you did need to put every bounty’s name into the freezer for record purposes, which is why you’re asking him his name. You could always just fish his puck out of your bag, but you’re feeling lazy at the moment.
Looking confused, he stutters when he speaks again. “I— Quen Molorne. Why?”
Typing in the last of his information, you lightly grab onto his shoulders, smiling at him. He immediately smirks down at you, and you’d say it’s not far-fetched to say that he’s assuming you’ve suddenly changed your mind about setting him free just because he offered you bribes.
“So that I can freeze you, idiot.” Roughly jerking his back towards the freezer, you shove him inside, slamming the confirmation button and watching his surprised expression be etched into the carbonite. The texture of the carbonite displaying all of your captured quarries' faces is less than flattering for all of them, but then again, it wouldn’t be flattering for anyone. You giggle to yourself at his perpetually shocked face before you crack your knuckles and stretch your arms out in front of you, groaning into the air at the feeling before adjusting your posture.
Molorne had taken a pretty damn long time to catch. He wasn’t your record longest, but he had taken almost two weeks to find. On average it took you a little over a week to find a regular bounty, but Molorne had been extra tricky, only using public freighters to travel and not staying in the same place for a continued amount of time. Once you had caught him though, it had been comically easy. You’d have expected him to put up at least some kind of fight other than his one laughable lunge. Maybe he just knew who would win a fight between the two of you. Smart man.
Walking over to the front of the ship, you settle yourself into the pilot’s chair and spread your legs out underneath the dash. One other pro about this ship: the foot room for when you were piloting.
You start to power up the ship, flicking a couple of switches on the overhead to start the engines before strapping yourself into your seat. Placing your hand on a lever to your right, you adjust a couple of other things on the dash before inputting the coordinates for Nevarro into the nav comp. Molorne was your last puck out of the bunch that you had received last time you had met up with Karga, so now it was time to collect your earnings.
You do a quick survey that everything you need to take off is ready before pushing the lever in your right hand forward, lifting the ship up and into the air, passing by the ozone layer before reaching space.
Checking your coordinates once more, you nod your head to yourself in verification before activating the hyperdrive, the lines of hyperspace showing up before you quickly surge forward. Nevarro was only a little ways away, but you weren’t the most patient woman, and if there was a way to get somewhere quicker, you’d take it. The trip won’t take long, maybe ten minutes at most before you’ll leave hyperspace and appear in front of Nevarro, so that gives you a little bit of time to cool off for a moment and refresh yourself.
You head over to your room and dig through your dresser for whatever shirt catches your eye, deciding on a white tank that looks incredibly comfortable in comparison to the heavy, dirty shirt that you’re currently wearing. It’s an aggravating process to remove all of your gear from your body just to take off your shirt, put on another one and then put all of your weapons back on again, but one that’s definitely worth the struggle for the ounce of comfort you feel as the cool, clean fabric rests against your skin. In the fresher, you grab a rag and put it under some cool water from the sink to dab at your hot face. The eyeliner in your waterline had thankfully not budged from your sweat, so your eyes were still strikingly outlined. You liked wearing heavy eyeliner on the job, as it made you look more intimidating to bounties and their hunters alike.
But as you double check that your makeup is still intact, you now see that the red powder you had walked through earlier had coated your left arm in little clusters. Dammit.
You take the rag that you had just been using on your face and begin to scrub at the powder along your arm, wanting to get rid of any residue that was left so it wouldn’t stain anything you own. Just as you finish getting off the last specks of red, the quiet beeping to signal that you’re exiting hyperspace comes from the cockpit, and you plop back into your chair to get ready to go into manual.
The ship slowly floats forward for a moment as you appear in front of Nevarro before you take control of navigating yourself once more, moving through the skies of the planet and onto the ground of a familiar loading bay that you had landed on more than a handful of times by now.
You softly guide the ship onto the bay floor, moving it a smidge backwards so that you’re straight. The landing gear hits the ground with a soft thud, the walls inside shaking for a second before ceasing once the ship steadies itself. When you had first started using this ship, anything that you had hanging on the walls fell down everytime you landed, which was a total pain in the ass. Now you had everything bolted into the walls so that they didn’t budge when the ship shook.
The familiar crackle of a voice speaking into the comms sounds off into the small room, and you wait for the static to fade out before you can hear what they’re saying.
“This is Base to ship number four hundred and thirty seven. Please state your name and reasoning for landing.”
You flick the button next to the comm to activate your own speech option. “This is the Imminent Bodkin, here for a meeting with Karga.”
“Copy. Your ship will be emptied of all bounties as soon as we get confirmation from Karga.”
Base’s comms cut off without a second’s pause and you turn off your own, stretching in your seat again before standing up. Walking over to the main section of the ship, you open a hidden closet that’s tucked neatly into the wall and grab a brown leather jacket, the tolls of use prominent on its surface. It was always annoyingly cold in the cantina that Karga and other bounty hunters liked to hang around inside of, so you always wore a jacket inside just in case.
You adjust your belt and make sure your weapons have their safety on before opening the ship’s door once again, leaving it open when you exit for the crew that’ll be taking your frozen blocks of people out and away. Everyone on the street didn’t make eye contact with anyone else and was walking on their own, the likelihood of a fight stemming from looking at someone wrong by accident a prominent fear. You walk along with them but forego the fear of eye contact, staring around aimlessly in different directions at the names of locally owned restaurants or sketchy alleyways where the silhouettes of people doing illicit activities lurked.
When you finally reach the cantina and push the door open, it’s already bustling with people, lively conversations blending together to create a light racket that greets you as you step inside. A couple people had drinks in their hands and stood by the walls while others sat at tables or booths to relax.
Karga was standing up next to a booth and conversing with an overtly armed Rodian man that you hadn’t seen around the Guild before, chuckling heartily and tapping his hand on the man’s shoulder. When you get closer to the pair, Karga’s eyes flip over in your direction before he instantly holds his arms out towards you in a welcoming manner, saying your name as if you were the life of the party and not one of the other dangerous individuals inside of the cantina. Nevertheless, you shoot a grin back at him.
“Glad to see another friendly face! Here, this is…” Karga gestures to the Rodian that he had just been speaking to, only to find that he had moved to another side of the room and was flirting with a Twi-lek woman whose name you faintly remember being Yvonne. Karga chuckles once again, albeit less energetic, before dropping his hand. “Nevermind, then. Seems he’s preoccupied. What brings you here today?”
“It’s payday. I’ve got all the bounties on my ship.” Karga nods in acknowledgement, gesturing to the booth to your right. You slide inside, him seating himself in front of you.
“I’ll get my crew to collect them,” he says, crossing his hands on top of the table. He nods his head at a man standing by the door, the man reciprocating the gesture and exiting the bar. A waitress comes by to ask if either of you would like something to drink, and Karga orders a Bespin Fizz. You only order water. This bar was damn overpriced, which is probably why a lot of the Guild liked to meet here in the first place. Everyone got to show off how much money they were making and order more expensive drinks than the others in a silent little contest.
You lightly place the four tracking fobs from your previous jobs on Karga’s side of the table, and he takes them in his hand before tucking them into his right pocket. In return, he places a small stack of imperial credits in the middle of the table. You instantly give him a look, raising your eyebrow at him in incredulity. Karga remains firm in his stance, not budging or moving to retract the money and replace it with something better than some shitty credits that were used while the Empire was in place, so you take the credits with a sigh before tucking them into a pouch of your bandolier. Karga and his dirty fucking money.
Running a hand through your hair, you lean against the back of the cushioned seat, positioning your elbows on its crown so as to get more comfortable. “So, who else do you have for me to hunt?”
Karga reaches into his pocket, pulling out eight pucks from its depths and slapping them on top of the table’s surface. The waitress brings the two of you your drinks simultaneously, the red of Karga’s Fizz reflecting off of the table. Karga takes a sip, smacking his lips together in satisfaction before answering.
“There’s a few bail jumpers, a wanted murderer, a wanted smuggler, and two people running from their debts.” He taps each puck along with the type of job it offered as he lists their names.
“The killer and the debtors sound fine,” you say, reaching over to take their pucks. Karga reaches his own hand out to try and stop you, but you had already gotten the pucks, tucking them into yet another pouch.
“Don’t tell anyone that I let you take three jobs. They might think I’m picking favorites,” he says, taking another sip of his drink. He discreetly hands you the three tracking fobs to go along with your pucks across the table, and you store them along with their compatriots.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” you respond, drinking a small amount of your water. At least it tasted fresh, even though it was practically the price of an entire meal.
As you take another gulp of your water, the babbling around the room comes to a hush, incredibly light footsteps coming from the direction of the door. Karga’s eyes move to a spot behind where you were sitting, and he sets his drink down. The footsteps near your table until they stop directly next to you, to which you allow yourself to get a peek at their owner by flipping your eyes to the side and… up. They continue to go up for what seems like forever until you finally reach the man’s helmet covered head.
A man donning a Mandalorian helmet paired with intricate but worn armor and combat gear stands next to you, his arms hanging at his sides with his helmet tipped towards Karga. You join Karga in setting your drink on the table, the man’s presence being incredibly overwhelming even though he’s at least a foot away from you.
“Mando! Good to see you,” Karga says, voice notably tighter around this armour-clad man.
The Mandalorian says nothing, grabbing five tracking fobs seemingly out of nowhere and holding them in his hand. Karga looks at you with his eyes wide, jerking his head ever so slightly as if telling you to get a move on and out of your seat.
Feeling offended by his silent command and deciding to be stubborn, you instead choose to adjust your body towards the Mandalorian, extending your hand towards him in a friendly manner and introducing yourself. His helmet turns towards you and he stiffens at this, but otherwise he doesn’t move.
“Are you going to hang me out to dry here?” You joke, your hand still extended in the air. You can practically feel Karga’s eyes burning a hole in your head.
“I— no.” The Mandalorian’s voice was deep but smooth, the modulator crackling as he spoke. His thumb twitches at his side before he hesitantly shakes your hand, his grip strong even though he didn’t slide his hand in all the way against yours. He stares at the place where your hands are interlocked before suddenly remembering himself, moving his arm back to his side and reflexively sitting against his blaster.
“I assume you’ve come here to collect your credits?” Karga asks, shifting in his seat. The Mandalorian nods marginally towards Karga.
“I was just leaving, so you can take my seat,” you say, gulping down the last of your water before setting it on Karga’s side of the table. The Mandalorian’s helmet tips lower towards you. He was blocking the end of the booth, and you can’t get out until he moves, so you wait patiently for him to step to the side. No such move is made.
After a few seconds of him continuing to stay unmoving, you chuckle in amusement, looking up at the Mandalorian with a grin. “You’re going to have to move if I’m to get out, you know.”
His helmet snaps up as if he were surprised, and he takes an uncharacteristically clumsy step to the side to let you pass. “Right, yes.”
You scoot yourself out of the booth and past the man, standing up and heading towards the door. Before you leave, you take a quick peek behind you at the table that Karga and the Mandalorian were now sitting, the latter placing the tracking fobs on the table. You huff to yourself, opening the door and leaving the cantina behind you. That man was interesting. You’d of course heard of a Mandalorian member in the Guild from the gossip of acquaintances, but had never actually had the luck to meet him. He wasn't as scary as you’d thought he’d be.
Patting your pockets to reassure that all of the things that you had received from Karga were still there, you head down the street and into a small corner store. You’re friends with the owner of the shop because you always come here after having a meeting with Karga, picking up a few sweets but also gathering rations for the time that you’d be out hunting. She never overpriced anything or tried to swindle people into giving away too much money for something stupid, which worked in your favor when you were stocking up on food.
“Hey Risha,” you say to the owner as she stands behind the counter reading an article from the Galactic News Service on a disposable holo pad. She waves at you with her hand while not ungluing her eyes from the article, her tied back magenta lekku shaking in the process. You have to wrestle a basket out of a pile of its brethren by the door before you can actually start shopping.
Heading over to the produce section, you bag a few familiar fruits and vegetables as well as some that you’ve been wanting to try before heading to the canned goods. It had taken a while to find them, but you had discovered some non perishable items that tasted like actual food instead of some kind of bantha fodder in a can. You grab a few more food essentials plus a handful of lollipops for an on the go snack before setting your basket on the counter, Risha placing her holo pad to the side and scanning each of your items.
The two of you don’t say anything, instead letting the jingle of a rock tune humming throughout the store fill in the silence for you. That’s another thing that you liked about Risha; she didn’t fuck around with small talk. The two of you were close for that reason. You both talked when you had something to say, not just because you felt like you should speak because you were uncomfortable. You’d met a lot of people who you felt uncomfortable sitting in silence with, blabbering on about nothing in order to fill in the empty void between you, so the fact that Risha and you could have silence without getting nervous was something you thoroughly enjoyed.
She finishes scanning all of your items, looking at the price and whistling lightheartedly. “I think that you pay half of my rent every time you come here.”
You snigger at her, taking out one of the imperial credits that Karga had given you and placing it in her hand. “I don’t see a thank you card.”
Risha gives you a sassy look in return before opening the register. Moving her gaze down at the money and then back up at you again, she raises an eyebrow in surprise but doesn't say anything about the dirty money that you had given her. She simply puts it in the register and then hands you your change before giving you a bag to carry your things in. Risha was also incredibly discreet, which was definitely a must have quality in a friend if you were a bounty hunter.
Placing all of your items neatly in the bag, you pick it up and hold it in your arms, heading towards the door. You struggle for a second before opening the door with your foot, the bell attached to it meant to notify Risha of customers ringing merrily as you shout over your shoulder. “See you next time!”
Risha nods in response as you head out of the door. “Ka’ta.”
You start to navigate through the streets again in order to find your ship. The bag in your arms is piled so high that you have to keep on adjusting it lower to be able to see over the top, and you finally find the alleyway that you had come from earlier to get to your ship. As you turn the corner however, a shiny speck of light a few feet away catches your eye, so you take a quick glance to see what it is. Surprisingly, the source of it was moving right in your direction and you discover said source to be the shiny beskar helmet of the Mandalorian man from earlier in the cantina.
“Fancy seeing you here,” you jest, smiling at him before starting to head down the alleyway towards your ship. You don’t expect any response from him, as the two of you’s interaction was so quiet and quick back at the booth.
“Need any help?” He suddenly asks, voice the same monotone as earlier. You whip your head around with your brow lifted in surprise before shaking your head at him.
“Wasn’t expecting you to talk.” You take a singular step towards him, shifting the bag in your grip. “Suddenly found your voice?”
“I’m not much of a fan of bars. Or Karga,” the Mandalorian says matter of factly. He also takes a hesitant step forward.
“I get it. If there’s already all that noise, why try talking over it, right?” A lollipop attempts to escape from your bag of groceries before you catch it with your hand, balancing it back on top. The Mandalorian nods, agreeing with you. He seems to hate fucking around with small talk, too.
“Well, I’ve got to get these groceries on my ship before they spoil, so… I’ll see you around, Mando.” You announce, using two of the fingers that you had wrapped around the bag to wave at him. He raises his chin up in response, now looking over your left shoulder instead of slightly down to talk to you as he had been before.
Turning around, you take a few steps forward, tentatively pausing when you feel a presence behind you. Even though the Mandalorian walks silently, you can still sense him to your back, so you turn around once more to see what he was doing. As you do this, curious to see what he was still there for, the Mandalorian walks right by your side and towards a familiar door to your left, banging on it with his fist. You roll your eyes at your ridiculous assumption that something other than him knocking on the door would have been the reason for him continuing to be near you.
Him knocking on that door in particular was strange. You’d been through that threshold a while back to collect information for a supposed ‘deep pocket’ bounty, as Karga had said. You’d never followed through with the hunt and actually gone after the bounty, figuring the other, less suspiciously mysterious pucks available to you were less trouble. There was also the fact that your personal morals wouldn’t let you work for the kind of men that the job was offered by. They were a tiny twig broken off from the huge tree that the Empire had once been, and you had felt overtly on edge around them. Your hand had been itching to reach for your blaster the entire time that you had been in the room with those men. It’s hard to explain; it was almost as if they were radiating darkness.
It seems like Mando’s putting himself up to the test of bagging that lucrative bounty.
It’d be interesting to see what a Mandalorian’s views on Empire loyalists are. Maybe he sympathizes with them. Maybe he wants to kill them all for what they did to his people. Or maybe he doesn’t give a flying fuck if they live or die. Who would you be to judge? A reward is a reward, and those Empire huggers were giving out a hefty one.
Although you would judge Mando internally if he sided with the loyalists.
The ugly droid that had scanned your information when you had first gone through the door appears from the wall, looking over what Mando has on his card before letting him through. You start walking again as he steps through the door, thinking how strange it was that Karga would give a bounty to someone other than the person who had already accepted it. You’d think Karga would have at least told you that he was giving away your assignment. Weird.
When you reach your ship, you unpack your groceries and organize all of your supplies, readying everything for another job so that you wouldn’t have to worry about where things were after a long day of tracking. You put the lollipops in a cup holder in your cockpit for easy access before popping your spine in a stretch, preparing for another few weeks hunting lousy little deadbeats. You’d catch them all in no time.
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A/N: I did it. I caved. I’m writing a Mando fic. Boo fucking yah.
As you can tell, this chapter was during episode one right before/after Mando accepted Grogu’s bounty. Mando is going to be characterized pretty much by the first few episodes of season one.
oh uh hi ... could there be Val Morando / Bounty Hunter?
( I kid you not this is the plot to one of my o.c's lol. Enjoy :D !!!!! )
~ You started at the Royal Academy. You were training to be a fighter pilot in the Royals specialized troops. You wanted to rise in ranks and become the youngest general in history to defend Akriddion. This is where you met Val.
~ Val also wanted to be a fighter pilot in the troops. However instead of competing with you like everyone else he asked you to join him. He liked your ambition, you liked his boldness. Together you were an unstoppable force and when Vex came into the picture with his strength and bloodlust you three were a truly invincible team. Val had the ideas, you made them happen, and Vex helped take out the competition. You three were close, as close as Akriddions could be without bonding but then Val did something stupid.
~ To climb ranks he'd done some more unsavory things without telling you two. He had mild felonies before this mistake and if he confessed he'd be kicked out of the Academy. It didn't help that he'd made a lot of enemies and people wanted him gone. In a last ditch effort to keep the team together you take the fall hoping your spotless record and knowing the King and Queen along with Vex would save you from being dismissed from the Academy. It didn't and everything changed.
~ Your dreams were crushed and you hadn't even done what you were being punished for. The King and Queen didn't even listen to your case. You disappeared and dropped all contact leaving only a note to Val and Vex hoping they achieved their dreams as you looked for your own. Being away drove the two apart and as Vex rose in ranks Val began to fall as he plotted his revenge against the crown and searched for you. But you'd disappeared.
~ Plans change, you adapt, you evolve, you move on. You pick a new name, wear a mask over your face, buy a luxurious ship, and never let anyone see you outside your suit. You become a bounty hunter and make your new name known, it may not be what you wanted but it was a life of adventure and it paid a lot more.
~ Adventures in space, fancy parties, chases throughout the cosmos, the thrill of the hunt, and the satisfaction of the reward. Soon your name was known throughout the galaxy and you had many enemies but even more allies. You were the V.I.P guest at black market auctions for new weapons and whenever a mod came out for your ship you were the first to know. You were traveling and experiencing things you never would have been able too as a General. To be frank you were living the dream.
~ You bring taken family home, return stolen money, steal back artifacts of importance, buy items to keep them away from the bad guys, kill people who deserve it, save people who may not deserve it, and help keep the peace on many planets. All your jobs require intense research and you are very picky about what offers you accept. You may be a bounty hunter but your not evil.
~ Your life is luxury, adventure, and choas. Parties, jobs, hunts, favors, gifts. It's a whirl wind of excitement and you live it alone. No one knows your real name, no one knows your true face. All they know is your the fastest fire pilot they've ever seen and your jobs are always completed in an organized and neat way. Anyone who crosses you ends up dead but anyone who pays well gets favors in return, making you well protected depsite the target on your back.
~ Years later you and Val meet again. You've been keeping tabs on your old friends from the Academy but it's been months since your last check in. He's different... Caculating as ever but it's more than that. There's something off about him, something wrong. But you've always liked danger and your soft spot for Val blinds you.
~ For the first time in a long time someone sees you without your suit or your mask. When you take it off Val just stares at you like your a ghost. You smile running at him and he holds out his arms gripping you tight as he holds you close. As you close your eyes his hands claw at your armor unbelieving.
"... your alive..."
~ After that things become less than professional. Yes he's paying you to do a job but he's also an old friend and you have a lot to catch up on. Not to mention you've always had a crush on him.
~ When he invites you on a date you accept. You drink wine and talk about old times. You'd kept tabs on your old friends on Akriddion and you knew a lot had changed but hoped it wasn't all bad. He keeps the topic off him and asks about you. You know something happened to get him kicked lut of the academy but he won't talk about it. After a bottle or two you begin getting suspicious.
~ He's keeping you in the dark about things. He won't talk about Vex and whenever you ask a question involving the Academy he changes the topic. You can't seem to find any information from yoir usual informants either. They're a bit too tight lipped for you.
~ The job you'd signed up to do it'd changed and now Val was basically paying you to stay close. You begin to look into what happened since he wouldn't talk about it. You wanted to know about Vex. About the King and Queen and their children. Snooping around trying to hack into his systems an Omen bot stops you. Val is more than a little disappointed at this betrayal but not completely surprised.
~ He makes you an offer. Join him or see what happens. You don't have much choice as you agree to his terms watching the Omen closely. Your unsure of what's happened to the King and Queen and their children. Unsure of what's become of Vex and their friend Zadra. But your determined to find out. Val may think he's beaten you but your more than ready for a fight and possibly a romance.
