Feather in His Cap
The sun beat down on the plains of Vortex, a faint breeze wafting through the dry grass in a manner that filled the air with a snake-like rustle. There, two individuals stood each other down. One was a human man, shaved head covered in tattoos. He was of the Berchestian, but had not been to his homeworld in some time now. Caught up in the violence of the galaxy, the man had taken up hunting bounties. The Dark Empire was the one offering good money these days, and there was no way in hell he wasn't a criminal in Alliance Space. Taking a hit on GA civilians had a tendancy to do that. Now he was hunting a dangerous pray he hadn't in some time: Jedi.
Opposed to him was a tall young man, fresh out of his youth. A Rishii warrior once of the New Jedi Order, now wayward in the galacy. A large hat covered his eyes almost completely, aside from a tear in the fabric of the brim, which revealed a piercing blue. There was a grin on his beak and a casual slouch in his stance. Shem Spinner was many things. A prince, though not a notable one. His flock on Sellia I was surely not a large intergalactic player. A Jedi was certainly one such thing, but he tended to roll on his own these days. What he really was, and this was something that he very much took pride in, was a problem.
With what dwelled out beyond the Core, it was hard to not want to be.
"Never should've come here, Jedi," the bounty hunter sneered. "I reckon the Dark Empire will pay handsomly for yer head on a platter."
"I'll go where I please," Shem smirked. "One with wings is sure to fly. Not that you skin-folk would understand."
"Enough," his opponent snapped. "I ain't here to banter. Draw."
The two stood each other down for a moment. Then, in an instant, the bounty hunter drew his blaster, only to be met with a face full of mud. Jedi trickery. He fired off a shot, completely missing his target. By the time he got the sludge out if his eyes, the man only had enough time to make out the taloned foot of the young knight flying towards him. One blow to the chest was all it took to send the man into shock, knocking him out cold.
"Sorry," the Rishii remarked with a shrug. "Truth is, this was rigged from the start."
Visions were a handy thing. Not predictable, let alone capable of being induced by will, but every now and then he saw a little something that gave him a glimpse into a possible future. Encounters like this were sometimes things he got to see...
But of course, this had only been the first half. There was something else to come.
"Alright," Shem muttered, "One down... one to go."