Chapter One: [Name TBD]

=They neared a tunnel, which lead gradually down to the lower levels=

And where would I go from there? There arent many planets with a small enough Imperial presence for someone like me to hide out on.

"You could always help the rebels. Be a hero, yadda yadda. But then again, they are getting slaughtered."

=They near his hideout=

Seems to me like joining the Empire's worst enemy would be the quickest way to draw as much attention to myself as possible.

=I laugh a little=

"Yes, but drawing a Lightsaber in the middle of Nar Shaddaa won't do you any favours either. Neither would associating with a bounty hunter who manages to piss them off and get away without being Identified."

=I sigh=

"Ah... Good times."

Jeremy-
=It wasn't long when the Imperial fighter took my engines, and I was over Nar Shaddaa, a bad place to land, well, for a Commando=

Come on you stupid ship!
My brothers...
Ne, Nysimitin. They couldn't.

=My ship neared the surface, or what was left of the ship, burning and uncontrollable. When it hit the surface, shrapnel entered my right leg, and my left arm, bleeding occurred, and well, I wasn't awake for long. The last thing I felt was hands grabbing me and dragging me away from my burning ship.=

=They reached the hideout building. It was an abandoned apartment with a thick metal door and windows covered by large metal plates. He went up to the door and unlocked it, stepping inside=

With any luck, people will forget about that little incident soon enough...

=He turned on the lights, which were relatively dim=

Referance pic

"On Nar Shaddaa? Not a chance."
=I stepped into the building=
"Rest assured, the empire will have heard by now. Most Bounty Hunters have no morals. They do anything for a few Credits."

=I then bring the Lucky Runner out of hyperspace=

Nar Shaddaa, a lawless place where morals have been thrown by the wayside... better keep my blaster on me

=I then take my ship to the nearest commercial spaceport=

Well...now to earn my credits that I so dearly deserve

=I hear the Lucky Runner start to stall=

Oh fierfek, please don't die on me now...

=The ship manages to hold until I land=

Thank you, thank you, thank you...

Portmaster: How long you keeping this ship here?

I'll pay you for a week's stay.

=I give him credits for a week's stay=

Portmaster: Thank you very much. (Sarcastically) Enjoy your stay.

=I head out to meet a very expectant Black Sun member=

Now where's that kriffing cantina he wanted me at?....there it is

=I then spot the cantina and head in to meet my customer=

Well, this should be interesting...

Jeremy-

=I woke up in a bed, when I opened my eyes, I didn't see my HUD, and well, I could guess as much of what happened. I wasn't in my armor, I was bandaged up, and a man was in a chair watching me.=

Who are you? Where the hell am I?

Man-

Calm down, your in a building. The empire won't find you here.

Jeremy-

I... Where is my armor? My weapons?! Who the hell are you and what did you do with them?

Man-

Knowing what you would probably do, I took them. And to get them back, you have to fight in the Arena for me. You win, you get your stuff back, you lose, and I kill you. Fair?

Jeremy-

Keske... Fine. It should be easy anyway. How many rounds are you speaking of?

Man-

Five, maybe nine.

Jeremy-

=It was going to be a long road ahead of me, and I need my armor, what choice did I have?=

Fine.

Man-

Good. Be ready by tonight.

=I head into the cantina and see an impatient criminal, which is common here=

Man: You're late, Hardun

Sue the Empire, not me.

Man: Well...you have the supplies I asked for?

I do have them. So, is the original fee still good?

Man: Yes, yes it is. Let's talk business.

=The man and I sit down and talk about our deal=

=He goes over to the TV and turns on the news, hoping not to see a story about him on tonight. He then looks at the Human=

So how do i know if you are any different?

=I was a little amused at this.=

"I never said I was different. But you're a good warrior, jedi. Even if I hold no love for your kind, I respect that. Besides, you have something I need. And I doubt I'd get cooperation if I turned you in."

=I finish up the deal and thhe man walks out=

Serves him right...I stuck out my neck, I should get a reward for that

=A bounty hunter comes in=

Hunter: Thinking of leaving, Moran?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I was going to see your boss...

Hunter: The boss has no time for the likes of you, and I would like to get a good deal of credits.

Ya see, I like living and your boss doesn't afford me that, so tell him our arrangement is off.

Hunter: =I bring up my DL-44= (Evily) I've been looking forward to this...

(Sarcastically) Yeah, I bet you have =I then shoot the hunter point blank and holster my DL-44=

=I give the barkeep a tip= (Respectfully) Sorry 'bout the mess over there.

=I then head out in the opposite direction of the cantina, and notice there is morethan the usual amount of Imperial activity in the area=

Odd...very odd. Something must be up

=I continue to head down the road and look up to see if I was being watched=

=Stops what he was doing and looks at the Human quizzically=

And what might that be?

=I sigh, he honestly didn't know what I had in my possession. I take the holocron out.=

"This is a sith Holocron. It needs someone force-sensitive to open. They're very rare. How that filthy Trandoshan got it, I'll never know. But the point is, I can help you, and you can help me. Understand?"

A Sith holocron? What could you possibly offer me that would persuade me to open that?

=I guessed he'd react like this.=

"I'm a bounty hunter, you're a jedi. Jedi are criminals, according to the empire, whereas I'm a criminal to everyone but. Everyone on Nar Shaddaa is hiding something. You even enter a ship, the empire will have you. Now, I could easily intimidate a lousy smuggler or even a murderer. I doubt you'd be able to, the moment you attack someone, the moment everyone attacks you. Being Mandalorian has perks."

=He walks over to the kitchen=

I think you're forgetting to take into consideration how I've hidden myself here all this time to begin with. Mind tricks can be a great ally.

=He turns around to face the other counter, using force telekinesis to bring over a medium-sized can=

=I lean against a wall.=

"What about that one time you try to trick someone too strong minded? How fucked are you then? Is it worth that risk? You'll either become a sith, which doesn't seem all that good to you, or you die. Which I doubt you want either."

There are more ways than one to escape a situation using the Force.

=He levitates the now empty can behind him, and closes his hand. The can is crushed into a compact ball, and falls to the floor. He walks back into the livingroom with a bowl full of some kind of fruit and a fork=

"But only one way to escape the empire. Join them, or die. You're also turning down a Mandalorian ally. Almost free of charge. You open this, I check out anything it points me to, and bam. You might survive a little while longer."

=He sits down on the couch, his face still hidden behind that bone mask he wore=

What precisely would you do for me?

"Fight alongside you, blow something up, murder someone... Anything Mercenary, basically. I have no qualms with murder, violence. And I can hold my own against almost anything. I rarely retreat. Code of honour and all that."

=As I move along pedwalk, I head downlevel to get some parts for the ship=

=I breeze by a Stormtrooper on his rounds=

Trooper: Freeze! Stand where you are smuggler!

=I then turn and fire on him=

Sorry about that!

=I then book it down the street, Stormtroopers heading after me=

=Hears the sound of blaster fire from about a block away. He nearly drops his bowl as he stands=

Did you hear that?