A Solus. She was stuck working with a fucking Solus.
The very name made her blood boil. It was an entire clan- no, a House- full of stubborn, brutish, egotistical imbeciles. Shale had little choice but to work with other clans now since her own despised her for having worked with the Empire. Ever since the Sith were ousted, she had attempted to assimilate herself into the Imperial military for some kind of formal career. Mandalorians remained in the dark ages, hiding like rats in little pockets of the galaxy or racking up a massive bounty like the idiot Hauron Solus. Shale wanted to keep a consistent job that valued her skills. In the end, it all went tits up and she realized she didn’t fit so well with organized structure.
She found herself on the jungle swamp of Twon Ketee, a planet infested with rathtars. Word had it that a princess of Shu-Torun had seen fit to take a ‘safari trip’ out here and promptly got herself trapped. Countless rescue attempts had failed due to inexperience with a toxic planet or just getting eaten by rathtars. Shale was highly skeptical that the princess was alive, but the payout included both cash and a good rapport with the king that could give Mandos access to some valuable exports.
The Mandalorian was adorned in her usual all black beskar’gam, striding down the ramp of her ship with her full kit. She would need all the firepower she had to take on rathtar. She knew her companion was a Solus, but nothing beyond that. Hopefully it was some older, experienced Mando that talked little and just plain got the job done. Solus were most tolerable when they kept their mouth shut.
@Fine Dining Set