Song Wren, bounty hunter and hired gun.
She arrived on Lah’mu after receiving a public transmission, a plea for help from an isolated settlement. While broadcasts like that weren’t uncommon to her, she caught the mention of payment. Being low on credits, in need of minor repairs and being in the general area, Song decided to head down to the backwater planet to see what she could do.
And partly because it was the right thing to do.
The villagers were ecstatic to know she was there to help, familiar with the Mandalorians of old. Although she was nothing close to old legends like Sabine Wren, she knew how to fight. From what she was told about these mysterious raiders, she had good reason to believe thwarting their next attack would be a piece of cake.
She’d receive her payment and go.
After sundown, she had the locals to board themselves up in their homes, stay out of sight, to avoid collateral. Decked in her full suit of armor and armed to the teeth, though covered in a heavy cloak for camouflage, she waited for her would-be attackers. Waited until she spotted one figure coming into the settlement aboard a speeder.
In the dark, it was hard to tell who it was, but Song took a stand in the middle of the gravel road and aimed her blaster to the armored stranger.
“You’re not welcome here,” said the Mandalorian in a low voice, to the distant figure. “Throw down your weapons, else I’ll do it for you.”
Little did Song know she was facing another Mandalorian brother, and little did they know either.
@Timmen edit: new thread participant
She arrived on Lah’mu after receiving a public transmission, a plea for help from an isolated settlement. While broadcasts like that weren’t uncommon to her, she caught the mention of payment. Being low on credits, in need of minor repairs and being in the general area, Song decided to head down to the backwater planet to see what she could do.
And partly because it was the right thing to do.
The villagers were ecstatic to know she was there to help, familiar with the Mandalorians of old. Although she was nothing close to old legends like Sabine Wren, she knew how to fight. From what she was told about these mysterious raiders, she had good reason to believe thwarting their next attack would be a piece of cake.
She’d receive her payment and go.
After sundown, she had the locals to board themselves up in their homes, stay out of sight, to avoid collateral. Decked in her full suit of armor and armed to the teeth, though covered in a heavy cloak for camouflage, she waited for her would-be attackers. Waited until she spotted one figure coming into the settlement aboard a speeder.
In the dark, it was hard to tell who it was, but Song took a stand in the middle of the gravel road and aimed her blaster to the armored stranger.
“You’re not welcome here,” said the Mandalorian in a low voice, to the distant figure. “Throw down your weapons, else I’ll do it for you.”
Little did Song know she was facing another Mandalorian brother, and little did they know either.
@Timmen edit: new thread participant
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