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[Galaar Fett]

H U N T​

Location: Hamra
Equipment: Beskar'gram, DT-12 Blasters (2), Modified EE-3 Blaster
Post: #1
Tags: Mira Eldar



There had been plenty of unfavorable places he had decided to hunt targets at in this galaxy. Hoylin was no paradise to grow up on, but when one travelled to Rodia, Ryloth, Tatooine to hunt targets…it certainly looked a lot more homely. But Hamra…Hamra was something else. The dune sea was hard to fight through on Tatooine, but how inhospitable even the towns were on this planet put Mos isla to shame. Atirak City was barely livable, yet somehow people made it work. Much like they did in other parts of the galaxy, he supposed. Even still, the sheer…weight of this planet made it hard to believe anyone would chose to live here. Not that he thought very many did.

He lifted his helmet up slightly to sip down the hot concoction that the bar called tea down his throat. It most certainly burned more than any other tea he had found in this galaxy, bitter and ripe all the way down. Yet it was still good to keep sipping, keep blending in. A group of dust ridden workers was approaching into the small venue to his right, just off shift from the looks of them. They deserved some time off. Mining was no easy task, and if he wasn't here for a reason, perhaps he might have joined them. Instead, he kept his head down, pulling the cloak over the top of his helmet just a bit tighter.

The group moved to his right, taking up the stools. Their boisterous voices barley betrayed the tiredness that plagued each and every one of them. Yet their joy of being in a group that shared their pain seemed to revive them enough to order some of the harder sounding drinks on the menu. Galaar kept his head down, sipping on the drink every so often. His helmet face straight down toward the bar, yet his eyes and ears scanned the group, at least until something the group to his right said something that began to peak his interest.

"Cocalis can really just suck my arse, you know that?" One said, the one farthest down the bar from him. It was the name that peaked his interest, as it sounded very close to the foreman that he had been sent here to..make an unfortunate accident. Yet with the accent, he couldn't confirm it, at least not until the worker closest to him chimed in as well. "You're just mad that he was made foreman over you, Kix. We all know you would've just killed us all in some sort of mining accident because of how stupid you are." That seemed to be the person he was looking for, and it was enough to get him to tilt his head slightly to the side to take in more of the conversation. Perhaps they would give him a bit more of a clue where this Cocalis was, what his routine would be.

Regardless, there would be an accident today. At least one that he received payment for after.

 

[Mira Eldar]

This was, perhaps, the second time in Mira's life that she had ever been anywhere on her own.

As far as "stepping out" planets went, Hamra was… well. Mira would probably have struggled to find a beggar that would have willingly moved there for a lifetime's worth of credits. Yet, for some reason, Mira couldn't find a single reason to hate it.

Yes, the dunes looked treacherous and would take more muscle than she would ever have to climb, but they were so beautiful. The natural curve of mother nature dimpling the horizon with hills as far as the eye could see. Yellows and oranges dominated the scenery so violently it was almost impossible to look at without burning your retinas, but Mira liked yellow. It was one of her favourite colours. Even the city, as dank and miserable as anything you could find in Hutt Space, seemed to be alive with a certain spark.

Mira drew it all in, like a spice addict smoking his last pipe.

She may as well have been. For all she could tell, the euphoric sense of freedom was akin to the pinnacle of a high. Mira could have bathed in it for eternity, but the shudder of the shuttle as it finally came to land jolted her out of it. There was work to be done.

Heavy boots thudded into the dusty concrete landing strip, sending up a puffy cloud of acid coloured sand. Turning at the waist, Mira threw the pilot an overly friendly wave, the effort of which flew one of the gloves from the precarious position it had been placed on her hand. Mira rushed forward to collect it as the shuttle started its engines up again, sweeping it up just in time to avoid a blast of searing heat as the shuttle shot forward.

Left alone in the settling dust, a soft sea blue gaze cast itself over the edge of the city. Over the buildings and people that swarmed the boundary. It was hard to know where to start. Most young Mandalorian's grew up living and breathing this kind of stuff. Mira had no doubt that they would have known what to do in an instant. Mira had been trusted with far less in her youth, especially sharp things that could cause harm. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't seem to convince anyone that she was worth the effort it would have taken to train her.

Not that that mattered now. She was here, and ready to give it her best shot, and the first place she laid eyes on happened to be the best place to go for information. A seedy-looking bar.

Approaching the door, she stopped only briefly to hurriedly shove the helmet over her head. It was probably best that nobody knew who she was, at least for now. The comforting clicks of the clips echoed in her head as the door slid open to reveal the grungy interior. There was a thick layer of smoke lingering in the air that was coupled perfectly with the sour stench of strong booze. Mira stepped through the doorway, slicing the smoke in two and sending it cascading in swirls around the room.

She hardly noticed the tense silence that followed. Or the eyes from the table of miners that followed her as she almost light-heartedly skipped between the tables toward the bar. In fact, she was rather oblivious, but for a good reason. Sat crouched over a steaming cup of something was a figure dressed in armour that you would have been blind not to notice. Beskar was familiar anywhere she went. It was like a little token, to remind her of home.

Mira sat down heavily on the barstool next to the mysterious armoured stranger and waved her arm to catch the attention of the barkeep. "Something warm and sweet, please!" Mira followed with a smile, but it quickly dropped when she remembered that the poor man couldn't even see her face. Before he had even begun to prepare it, Mira had turned her attention onto the fellow Mandalorian that sat beside her. "I didn't think I was going to find anyone here, never mind another one of me…" She trailed off for a moment as if to think. "Us?" Her helmeted head cocked to the side briefly, but she quickly drew it back up after realising she must have looked like some odd bird with a broken neck.

Galaar Fett ​

 

[Galaar Fett]

H U N T​

Location: Hamra
Equipment: Beskar'gram, DT-12 Blasters (2), Modified EE-3 Blaster
Post: #2
Tags: Mira Eldar


It was just wonderful to see that his cloak was doing an excellent job of covering his entire beskar'gram, making it so that unwanted attention was drawn elsewhere to disturb someone else. It was like he was a chameleon, unable to be seen, heard, or annoyed. Peaceful silence, it was.

He could only wish that was so very true. When the smaller armored woman took a very loud seat next to him, he couldn't help but slowly dip his head in frustration and anger. Not only had what was going to be a very peaceful day of hunting been disturbed, but the group of workers had now noticed him. While he had kept his head down and unstaring toward them, the announcement of him being a fully fledged mando was enough to have them pick up their drinks and move to the other side of the establishment. So much for a good source of information.

His attention was firmly set upon the drink in his gloved hands, very much contemplating adding as much alcohol to his as possible to drown out whatever the one next to him might say next. Instead, his head slowly shook from side to side, not even bothering to look over at the smaller of his kind before responding with a curt, slowly spoken. "You may wear the armor, but I am no part of whatever you call..us. You are not a part of my clan." She was no Fett. He would know.

Perhaps that was wrong of him. Maybe he should've been kinder, more open to meeting more of those that shared his ideals in this galaxy. That was part of the reason he had joined with the Enclave in the first place, to find contacts that would help bring his clan back into prominence from the dirt where it currently lay. Despite that….he was still a grumpy man. And peppy young hunters tended to..annoy him.

Better to at least..try, however.

"Why are you on this dust forsaken rock, little hunter?" His attention now turned to where the huntress sat, glancing up and down the beskar'gram she wore. It looked new, practically not a single scratch mark anywhere yet. She was green. Very green. As he awaited her answer, the bartender returned with some sort of sickly sweet looking drink. He reached into a pouch on his belt, tossing the tender a single credit to cover her drink. Might as well try and take care of a hunter who may not have all the means to take care of herself just yet.

At least until she annoyed him enough to push him away.

 

[Mira Eldar]

Mira didn't seem to notice, or much more aptly, didn't seem to care, that she had chased away the group of men at the other table. If her HUD didn't have 360-degree vision, she probably wouldn't have even noticed them in the first place. It was only because she could feel their deep, baritone voices vibrating in her chest that she acknowledged their existence in the first place. Still, she neither cared nor reacted when the collective sound of their chairs scraping against the floor echoed off the grubby walls. She didn't even turn around as it was followed by the pack of feet shuffling across the dirt.

Mira scrunched her face up and tried to direct it at the Mando beside her, but of course, her face was covered. "Wow." She responded, without really thinking and without really bothering to hide the disappointment in her tone. "Does that chip on your shoulder slow you down or is it just there to warn people that you bite?" Immediately, she was a little irritated by him. Grumpy old Mandalorians always seemed to take issue with her view on life, Mira should have guessed that this one would be no different.

"You're right though. Fortunately, I'm not part of whatever clan you're from." Not that she'd want to be either if this was the attitude their members displayed.

Despite the rough start, whoever was sitting next to her did their best to strike up a conversation. Mira turned her shielded face toward him as if he could see the risen brow behind the visor. She may have been green and looked green, but there was no way she was that green. "Nothing special. I've heard good things about this bounty hunter business so I'm trying it out." There. She nodded to herself, though it looked as though she had nodded to him. That was the best excuse she could think of. Not a lie, which she found incredibly difficult to tell, but not exactly the truth either.

He didn't need to know every single detail of why she was here, including the name of her target and how much their life cost, which is what the poor pilot had to endure on their way here.

Mira danced excitedly in her chair as the bartender brought over a steaming cup of tea. She was just about to lift it up to smell its delicious aroma when she heard the chink of a credit on damp wood. "You're really weird." She commented, once again without really thinking about what she was saying. "Why denounce me as part of your clan but then pay for my drink?" She wasn't complaining, but there was a definite note of confusion in her tone. She had never met a Mandalorian who wished to remain undisturbed, yet one who actively did something to keep her around…

Galaar Fett ​