Trudging through the snow-capped forest, Song took a quick look at the sky, watching as the sun faded behind the clouds like fire behind smoke. Night was approaching, and they didn’t have long to find shelter—or their target.
Telos had once been the site of a heated battle between the Jedi and the Sith, over a pile of rubble that had formerly been a temple. She had no idea the status of either side now, whether they continued to grapple for the icy rock or had mutually decided to abandon it, but that wouldn’t stop Song from accomplishing her mission. She’d been tasked to find the bounty hunter working under the slavers who’d attacked and stolen good, innocent soldiers. Whatever it required, she’d find him, and she would squeeze all the information she could out of him.
Then, she’d leave him to rot in the ice.
Song wasn’t the merciful type when it came slavers, especially with their lackeys. It was a disgusting practice, stealing away one’s freedom, and she would have gladly spent the rest of her life ridding it from the galaxy if she was not already committed to the Mandalorian cause. She may have once been a bounty hunter too, a nobody scrounging for credits, but she always drew the line at working with slavers.
She suspected Vidha and Genova thought the same, else they wouldn’t have volunteered for the operation to begin with.
“We should hurry before the sun sets,” she told them, vaulting over a fallen tree. “The bounty hunter. From what I’m seeing by these tracks, he can’t be very far.” Song had spent enough of her life hunting animals in the Krownest mountains, so tracking one man had been a breeze—so far, at least. Finding him was the easy part. The hard part was actually capturing him. “He must have been living out here alone for sometime, so I don’t think we need to worry about reinforcements.”
“I think,” she emphasized, not entirely sure herself.
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