The Mandalorian lay dying as he recorded one last message.
-"Cyar'ika...everything's fine. Don't...don't worry about me. Tell Kom'ika and Shush'ika I love them...but most of all, I love you. Take care of the kids, cyar'ika. I'm...ready to meet my Buir..."-
The small fighter landed in Aargau Spaceport, the single occupant gearing up physically and mentally for the daunting task ahead. This man's task was relatively simple: destroy the Bounty Hunter Union Headquarters and make it out alive to collect his million credits. This man was Kom'rk Parjai'Kote. He knew he could do it-he was a Parjai'Kote. Yet deep in his subconscious a nagging thought tugged for his attention.
But can I make it? It's me versus everyone in there...
Kom'rk Parjai'Kote shoved the thought aside and lowered the ramp.
The single hunter on watch at the midnight hour, a Trandoshan named H'hlugti, bristled at the faint sound of a breach charge being affixed to the door. He darted from his place at the security desk and blended seamlessly into the shadows, lurking, waiting, hunting: his hunted was the hunter.
Kom'rk ducked as the charge detonated, then raised his Verpine Sniper Rifle and began his systematic clearing of likely spots. The sound of steps on broken glass that were not his stopped the Mandalorian. He cycled through thermal, nightvision, and ultraviolet: nothing showed. He swiveled, fired a shot at the ripple of air, then drew a vibroblade and swung wildly at the now-visible H'hlugti, whose scales had prevented serious damage from the Verpine slug. The Trandoshan drew a blade of his own, a cruel twisted scimitar, and precisely stabbed at the cinches in the armor.
The Mandalorian staggered as one stab found its mark, in between the abdominal and right thoracic plate. Pushing himself against a pillar, the gasping Mandalorian drew a sidearm and fired weakly at the lizard's head as it swung the killing blow. The slug pierced the Trandoshan's nostril, proceeded through the brain, causing massive tissue damage, and ending H'hlugti's life. The massive lizard collapsed on top of Kom'rk, the sharp edge of the scimitar slicing through Kom'rk's side, piercing an artery and hastening the death of the Mandalorian.
Sensing his death, Kom'rk frantically pulled a comlink, clicked in a number, and put it to his helmet.
The Mandalorian lay dying as he recorded one last message.
-"Cyar'ika...everything's fine. Don't...don't worry about me. Tell Kom'ika and Shush'ika I love them...but most of all, I love you. Take care of the kids, cyar'ika. I'm...ready to meet my Buir..."-