A long time ago in a galaxy

far, far away

Within the outer rim a new runner up for the title of "best bounty hunter in the Galaxy" is rising through the ranks, but now one knows who she is. A man who can be said to currently hold that title "George" is currently on the hunt for this mystery women as she brings up many questions, but no answers, and George is a man who demands answers.

All his clues lead to a small warehouse on a Galactic Remnant held world. Though more questions lie on this world than answers, and some may not want to know the answers.

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Just a system short of the Galactic Remnant's borders George's personal ship ripped through the void of space, laser fire screaming past her. On her tail is a full squadron of First Order TIE fighters desperately trying to land hits on George's ships, but his twisting, and turning, as well as the occasional barrel roll is making this difficult for them.

George was manning the dorsal gun turret remotely from the gunner's seat in the Cockpit as four-armed warrior alien, and long-time friend, "Helios" actually flew the ship. George fired off another three-shot burst, but of course missed his target thanks to Helios's fancy flying. Grunting with frustration George cursed at Helios. "For the Force's sake, fly straight! I can't hit anything!"

Helios chuckled as he spun the ship around again trying to get at least one of the TIE fighters to smash into one another. "You know, back in the olden days, you could hit things even with my flying!"

George fired off another bust, striking one of the TIEs in the wing, and sending it twirling before exploding as its fuel reserves ignited. "I usually can, but your flying like these are Imperial era fighters being flown by Imperial era pilots! Stop trying to get them to hit one another!"

Helios shrugged, "Imperial, First Order-" he swung the ass-end of the ship out causing them to do a 180-degree turn sending the TIE scrambling to get out of the way causing two fighters to collide and explode. Helios pumped his upper arm into the air, in a victories salute before continuing, "-different people, same kind of stupidity."

George glared at him before firing off another burst and saying. "Hey A1, is the hyperdrive ready?"

A small, wheel tipped, four spider-legged droid with a head resembling the older R2 astromech droids rolled into George's view saying in a robotic voice, "Yes George. The hyperdrive is indeed ready, shall I send us into hyperspace?"

George nodded. "Yes, do that. I'm tired of screwing up my shot to kill ratio."

The droid did a small little celebratory dance saying, "Splendid! I shall go ahead and do that!" The little droid than drove off towards a socket next to Helios, who patted the droid's head with his lower arm. Once the little droid was plugged into the hyperdrive the stars turned to white lines as they jumped into hyperspace. Once they were safely heading towards thier destination the little droid looked up at the massive, 2.5-meter-tall alien, who had risen from the pilot's chair to stretch, questionably asking, "Did I do an alight job?"

Helios bent down, and patted the droid, and said. "Yes A1, you did a very good job!" Helios looked at George asking, "Don't you agree old man?"

George got out of the gunner's seat, walked over to a small holo-table were two identical helmets sat, one his, the other being Helios's. He grabbed his helmet and placed it on his head before saying. "All it did was put in the coordinates and send us there. You should change the droid' programming or wipe it's memory. I find its personality... to childish."

Helios patted the droid again saying, "I haven't wiped this droid's memory for the past 200 years, and I sure am not doing it now. He's fine the way he is, and I find his personality most appropriate. How would you like it if I wiped your memory?"

George headed for the door saying, "I'd welcome it." before heading out of the room, and towards the communication room. Once there he called up his informant who was a Stormtrooper within the Galactic Remnant's Stormtrooper corps, though they share only the name, and armor that was roughly designed similarly with the stormtroopers of the old Galactic Empire.

After waiting a few seconds, the armored figured of his informant appeared in a hologram format. "George? Where are you? You said you'd be-"

"Yes, I know I'm late. I ran into the First Order who slowed me down a bit. Is she there?"

The man paused and looked to be peering over a box or something before saying, "Yes. Almost thought it was you, but her armor's coloring is off. Not traditional Quadrachion coloring... why is that?"

"I tend to find out. Who else is with you?"

"Just three other troopers on guard duty with me, though I can call for reinforcements."

George shook his head. "No need, I got your reinforcements in the shape of a four-armed killing machine who wants answers almost as badly as I do."

"You actually convinced him? I thought you said this wouldn't interest him."

"So did I. Fall back to your friends, and stay there, lock down the Wearhouse to keep her in. Don't engage her. She's very dangerous."

The trooper nodded, and the hologram vanished. Helios was waiting for him in the hallway outside the room with A1 standing next to him. "Is she there?"

George nodded. "Yes. I just hope she doesn't kill those troopers before we get there."

"You really think she going to?"

A1 than chirped in, "Based on the given information, there is a 87.99981% chance she'll kill the troopers before our arrival."

Helios looked down at the small droid saying, "Thanks."

The droid delightfully responded with, "You're welcome!"

George headed down the hall to another door that swooshed open reveling a small gathering room, fully loaded with a small couch wrapped around a small holo-table, a kitchen, and a small table for dining. A couple other doors occupied the room's walls, and George looked at the door that lead to the brig before heading down a different door that led to a small armory that held all his various weapons. George grabbed the same blaster rifle he'd been using for years now, a modified DC-17 blaster rifle.

Once he was out of the way, Helios ventured into the room, ducking under the doorway before re-emerging holding two heavy-repeating blaster rifles in each pair of arms. Helios lovingly looked at his weapons over before saying, "What about close quarter fighting?"

George shook his head. "Don't worry about it. She's fast, and strong, but she sucks at hand-to-hand."

Helios sighed. "How did she manage to get Quadrachion Armor than?"

George shrugged as he felt the ship exit hyperspace and begin its automated decent to the planet. "Let's go ask."