Rain blanketed the cityscape. On the windshields of passing speeders, over neon-lit advertisements plastered on every tower, onto the matted heads of uncaring bystanders. The Mandalorian was one of those bystanders. The only difference was that she had on a real mask, than the kind everyone else wore in the corporate-ruled streets of Cato Neimoidia. A world Song had come to despise.
She wasn’t there for corporate business, however.
The bounty hunter received word of a rising crime lord on one of the largest bridge cities on the planet. A shady arms dealer and former businessman who was expanding his influence, taking root from as low as the city slums to the heights of the planetary government. Although the Guild wasn’t after a crime lord that close to the Core, Song didn’t care. She knew by taking him down, she’d earn herself a rep.
And answers on her brother’s death. About his killer.
Problem was, Song had to find where this growing syndicate even was. She had stalked the streets in the last day searching, asking questions only to get no answers. Her best bet now was the city flea market, or the heart of the planet’s underground dealings. If she could squeeze just enough information from whatever loose-lipped vendor she could find, then she’d be back on track.
Little did she know that there were others looking for the crime lord too. Rival gangs, hopeful thugs, and Sector Rangers too. The Mandalorian was in a heated competition for first and she didn’t even know it.
@WiffWaffs
She wasn’t there for corporate business, however.
The bounty hunter received word of a rising crime lord on one of the largest bridge cities on the planet. A shady arms dealer and former businessman who was expanding his influence, taking root from as low as the city slums to the heights of the planetary government. Although the Guild wasn’t after a crime lord that close to the Core, Song didn’t care. She knew by taking him down, she’d earn herself a rep.
And answers on her brother’s death. About his killer.
Problem was, Song had to find where this growing syndicate even was. She had stalked the streets in the last day searching, asking questions only to get no answers. Her best bet now was the city flea market, or the heart of the planet’s underground dealings. If she could squeeze just enough information from whatever loose-lipped vendor she could find, then she’d be back on track.
Little did she know that there were others looking for the crime lord too. Rival gangs, hopeful thugs, and Sector Rangers too. The Mandalorian was in a heated competition for first and she didn’t even know it.
@WiffWaffs