She didn't know his name, but she knew what he looked like. And more importantly, she had seen what he had done. She knew what he was.
A murderer.
But let's start at the beginning, shall we?
She had initially come to Naboo for some peace and serenity. The last few months had been rather rough for her, as she had had to chase after a lot of criminals and had tried to right so many wrongs. Sometimes she succeeded at those things, other times she failed. If all that had taught her one thing it would probably be this: she wasn't invincible. She wasn't a superhuman being who could save the galaxy on her own.
She had never been to Naboo before, and was anxious to visit the lush, green world. Turned out that things would not be as peaceful as she had hoped they'd be.
She had seen what he had done, only a few days after her arrival, and it had filled her with rage. Holding the dying victim in her arms, she had sworn to the poor girl that she would track down the filthy thug and tear him to pieces. This was her mission, after all. To right the wrongs. To make the galaxy a safer place. Yeah, right, she had indeed learned that valuable lesson... the one about her not being invincible. But then again, this was her. It was in her blood. She couldn't sit idly by and let this happen. She wouldn't allow it. She wouldn't allow that bastard to roam the realm freely. She couldn't...
She had to stop him.
She had to end him.
And so she had started to chase after him. Rage in her heart, tears in her eyes and bullets in her guns.
She had bought a speeder bike and rode down the plains, following the trail that the murderer had left behind. And some days later it happened: her speeder broke down and she was forced to continue on-foot. She became a little bit desperate because of this, because now chances were that she might not be able to catch up with him anymore. That he might get away. And she couldn't let him get away! It couldn't happen!
So she walked until she happened upon a settlement of farmers.
Standing atop a hill, holding her hat in both her hands, her red hair wavering in the wind and her piercing blue eyes shimmering in the light of the sun that was slowly but certainly sinking beyond the horizon, she gazed down upon the settlement. She could feel it. She couldn't clarify the feelings, but she could just feel that he was down there. She could only hope that the bastard hadn't committed his sick crimes in that village yet.
She put on her hat again, and with her right hand on the gun on her right hip she started to make her descend toward the town.
Fifteen minutes later she entered. Everything seemed to be quiet and peaceful at first glance.
She looked around and noticed the saloon. Hoping the man she was looking for would be in there, she walked over to the building, and entered.
Her name was Shannon O'Hara and she was a gunslinger.
A murderer.
But let's start at the beginning, shall we?
She had initially come to Naboo for some peace and serenity. The last few months had been rather rough for her, as she had had to chase after a lot of criminals and had tried to right so many wrongs. Sometimes she succeeded at those things, other times she failed. If all that had taught her one thing it would probably be this: she wasn't invincible. She wasn't a superhuman being who could save the galaxy on her own.
She had never been to Naboo before, and was anxious to visit the lush, green world. Turned out that things would not be as peaceful as she had hoped they'd be.
She had seen what he had done, only a few days after her arrival, and it had filled her with rage. Holding the dying victim in her arms, she had sworn to the poor girl that she would track down the filthy thug and tear him to pieces. This was her mission, after all. To right the wrongs. To make the galaxy a safer place. Yeah, right, she had indeed learned that valuable lesson... the one about her not being invincible. But then again, this was her. It was in her blood. She couldn't sit idly by and let this happen. She wouldn't allow it. She wouldn't allow that bastard to roam the realm freely. She couldn't...
She had to stop him.
She had to end him.
And so she had started to chase after him. Rage in her heart, tears in her eyes and bullets in her guns.
She had bought a speeder bike and rode down the plains, following the trail that the murderer had left behind. And some days later it happened: her speeder broke down and she was forced to continue on-foot. She became a little bit desperate because of this, because now chances were that she might not be able to catch up with him anymore. That he might get away. And she couldn't let him get away! It couldn't happen!
So she walked until she happened upon a settlement of farmers.
Standing atop a hill, holding her hat in both her hands, her red hair wavering in the wind and her piercing blue eyes shimmering in the light of the sun that was slowly but certainly sinking beyond the horizon, she gazed down upon the settlement. She could feel it. She couldn't clarify the feelings, but she could just feel that he was down there. She could only hope that the bastard hadn't committed his sick crimes in that village yet.
She put on her hat again, and with her right hand on the gun on her right hip she started to make her descend toward the town.
Fifteen minutes later she entered. Everything seemed to be quiet and peaceful at first glance.
She looked around and noticed the saloon. Hoping the man she was looking for would be in there, she walked over to the building, and entered.
Her name was Shannon O'Hara and she was a gunslinger.