

“Get a move on,” Fett said, checking the chrono in his HUD. He walked slowly toward the rustling, shivering crates. A quick scan for weapons-there was no point being careless about this-showed that Wac had a hold-out blaster that wouldn’t trouble him. The alley was fifteen meters wide and stretched twenty meters ahead of him, with no exits: it was just a box with a terrified Rodian rattling loose in it. He hadn’t had that sense of general optimism since childhood. He almost felt as if the future might hold something positive. Fett never thought of himself as being in any kind of mood, good or bad, but this was as close to noticeably good as he’d been in a long time. His cloned leg, courtesy of his former Kaminoan guardian Taun We, was still holding up fine in the chase. “Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never messed with you, Fett.” The voice under the cases was muffled and pathetic. The thermal imager of his blaster optics picked out Wac helpfully radiating heat under a pile of discarded packing cases.

Wac Bur was not a lucky example of his kind, not at all. His target-a Rodian counterfeiter called Wac Bur, who was unusually overweight for his species-had obliged him by running in ever-more-desperate maze-like circles in the depths of the quarter and had now found himself in a blind alley. He never needed to shout: he could always be heard. Vergere, explaining galactic politics to the Yuuzhan Vong shortly before their invasion of the galaxy, 25 A.B.Y.Ĭoruscant, 24 A.B.Y.: lowest level, in a quarter where nobody in their right mind would venture at night.īoba Fett leveled the blaster and sighted up. You might begin to understand them one day. The Mandalorians even worshipped war itself, then simply turned their backs on their god. The Mandalorians remain the most formidable enemy of the Jedi: but the Sith are not always their allies. All three sides care nothing for caste or species, only adherence to a code that unites. But there are three sides to this blade, not two, opposed and similar at the same time. Warmaster, we think too often in terms of dualism: Jedi or Sith, light or dark, right or wrong. Tiroc Vhon Mandalorian bounty hunter and mercenary (male human) Suvar Detta Mandalorian bounty hunter and mercenary (male human) Nom Anor executor and spy (male Yuuzhan Vong) Goran Beviin Mandalorian bounty hunter and mercenary (male human) Preview for Stars: Legacy of The Force: Betrayal and Stars: Legacy of The Force: Bloodinessįather, husband, soldier, police officer,īoba Fett Mandalorian Mand’alor and bounty hunter (male human)īriika Jeban Mandalorian bounty hunter and mercenary (female human)Ĭham Detta Mandalorian bounty hunter and mercenary (male human)ĭinua Jeban Mandalorian bounty hunter and mercenary (female human)
