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Persephone was a true Mandalorian. She dodged the shots, destroyed the enemy droid. She was unstoppable. At least, until the bolts from her enemy landed true. One shot pierced her shoulder, burned into her metal, against her skin. At her speed and momentum, she twisted around to avoid the rest...

Persephone didn’t like to think of herself as canned food. A better analogy would have been quality meat served on a silver platter, but certainly nothing bought and sold at some second-rate supermarket. Not that her thoughts on the matter, well, mattered. Her focus was on her Mandalorian allies...

Percy crossed her arms. “Gawking? Pfft. What? Absolutely not. What are you talking about?” She said, stumbling through her words, less because of her botched Manda’o and more because of her own terrible attempt to lie. She was obviously gawking beneath her helmet. Drace was decked in a different...

“What kind of headbutt was that? Pussy.” She reared her armored forehead back after the affection blow, boomed “OYA!” and hit him back. Likely enough to leave a dent, but nothing that could seriously damage his armor or hinder the Mandalorian in any way. They were about to enter the fray, after...

Percy squinted. “I’m sorry, but honestly, I can’t read that.” Her head tilted back to examine the tiny lettering. The armored man beside her grunted. “It says ‘Badger 4 Life’ —it’s literally clear as day.” Persephone shrugged as stepped back from the tattoo on the man’s arm. “But what does a...

“Wait— get in the back? I’m not some piece of cargo that can be hauled in the trunk of some trashy speeder!“ Her head spun to face down Drace. Arms crossed, chin raised, armored feet rooted into place. “I am a Mandalorian, proud and—“ A few moments later… Persephone was sliding underneath the...

Percy arrived. Percy waited. Percy didn't care. "Let's do this already." She said.

Blood splattered and spilled across the floor. Persephone watched as Drace spun back around, his beskad dripping with blood and face devoid of remorse. She wasn’t sure whether to be frightened or aroused but she was leaning on the latter. Mandalorians never failed to get her worked up, so it was...

Persephone had been forced to scrap a living on her own. As a bounty hunter, or spice dealing, or out of the closest garbage chute. The slums of Nar Shaddaa wasn’t exactly what one could call home, and there wasn’t a day that passed by where she didn’t wish she could leave it all behind to join...

As Percy advanced, the crowd got choked up in a narrow corridor ahead. Prisoners continued to flood out, either joining the fray or looking to breath some free air for the first time in months or years. She relished in the sight. As she stood waiting, she overhead several hushed whispers behind...

The guard had not expected such speed and ferocity out of the young woman. Neither did he expect the savage punch that followed once she seized his baton. Fingers curled into a fist, she felt his nose shatter beneath the hit. With her other hand tight around his collar, she pulled him into the...

Persephone was still drunk as hell. Only hours ago, she was getting it on with the wife of an Imperial officer, hands in places her husband had never touched. Why? Because Percy knew exactly how to handle a woman. Unfortunately, handling that particular woman landed her a position in the local...