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I wake up early one morning on my ship, I'm resting up at a hanger on some dumpy planet before i go off on my next bounty hunt. The metal floor is cold on my bare feet and it shocks me awake as I tiptoe to put socks on. The last bounty I caught was a hard one and I woke up today feeling the effects of it on my body. “Fuck..” I groan and rub my sore muscles. I get ready and put on my clothes along with some light armor just to be prepared, and I walk out of my ship to track down a place to get some food and maybe some decent coffee.
I open the hatch and walk out, the sun is starting to rise and reflect off the snow and ice that covers the planet, and holy shit is it bright compared to the dark metallic walls of the sleeping quarters. My eyes adjust to the brightness and it actually looks quite beautiful. I walk around for a bit before finding this little bar, cafe, thing? Honestly I wasn’t quite sure what it was but I saw people walking in there so I followed them. I go up to the bar “So do you have a menu or something…?” I ask the bartender and he slides one towards me. I nod at him to show my thanks. As I’m looking at it I hear some loud arguing behind me, and see some men fighting with a Mythrol man sitting at a table near the entrance. They’re just yelling at each other and it seems like just another bar fight about credits so I go back to my menu. I ordered the cheapest thing to eat and some coffee. I hear the door open behind me and the commotion the group of men were making slowly fades. I turn around to see and woah- holy shit? It’s a Mandalorian, I almost never see them unless I’m back at the Bounty Hunters Guild and- wait a minute, I’ve definitely seen him there before. I watch but try not to make it as obvious as some of the other patrons whose jaws have dropped to the floor. He walks up towards the counter, standing right next to me. I look over at him and his metallic mask at the visor where I assume his eyes are. Is he looking at me too? Fuck how would I even know? I look forward and my coffee and food are there so I focus on that for a bit before one of the guys messing with the Mythrol man starts talking to him…. Then the bartender…. And he says nothing. It feels like time freezes for a bit there and then the guys mention his beskar armor, huh I look again and his helmet is perfectly crafted with beskar making it shine without even needing polishing. These comments must set him off cause he doesn’t waste a second as he turns to fight them. I instinctively grab my blaster from the sounds and duck behind my stool as he trips one of them and slices him in two with the doors to the place. And with that the whole bar goes silent for a few seconds before going back to the chatter it had before.
I get up from my crouched position and sit back down. Eating my…. Mediocre food and even more mediocre coffee. I keep looking back to the Mythrol man talking with the Mandalorian, who brings out a bounty puck. The two of them leave and the atmosphere instantly changes with the Mandalorian gone. Who was that guy? I don’t know but damn can he fight well.