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Long ago in an galaxy far, far, away...

The Outer Rim Territories

Undisclosed Location, Live on an independent Holonet source

The screen comes to life, revealing an orange flag displaying a white humanoid fist raised up in the center with a circle of stars surrounding it. Next appeared was the inside of a warehouse with several large crates on the sides and dimmed lights above. Yet the cam droid's focus was in front on five ski masked figures clothed in darkish green fatigues and armed with mostly blasters.

They stood in a line behind a sandy-haired some-thirties year old human man. He was in a ruined business suit and was down on an kneeling position with his hands tied behind his back. The prisoner was quivering all over in complete fright and his bruised face showed it as he stared down at the floor. The masked men were obviously human as well despite their coverings.

One of them, a female who was closest to the hostage on the right side step forward. Lifting a huge knife with one hand, she stared right at the camera droid recording all this and then said;

"For too long the galaxy has suffered injustice. For too long we the people have been the pawns and victims of power mongers and criminals. We had enough! We here represents the Galactic Liberation Front and we will take take back our universe from all oppressors. Whether they be Imperials, Hutts, even the so called rebels who want to restore an corrupted republic. None will escape our justice!"

Then in a quick motion, the speaker harshly grabbed the businessman's hair with her left hand. The act caused the man to close his eyes and squeak in pain. Looking down at her hostage, the speaker ranted on;

"This is Malcolm Howe from Bespin. He fancy himself a man of privilege and so exploits his workers and even scam off his employers for his own gain. Mister Howe do you confess to these crimes?"

The man still too afraid to speak could only nod at the question. It was a good enough reply for the terrorist leader.

"Very well, in the name of the galactic people I sentence you to execution, Malcom Howe. Your death will be the first of many in our righteous crusade." The masked woman looked at the camera again for last time then added;

"This is how it begins."

Then the zealot put her knife behind Howe's neck as the man started to weep without restraint at his fate. Suddenly out of the darkness behind all of the party came a six feet and half tall being who swiftly brought up a rifle and then fired right toward the backside of the terrorist woman's head.

The blaster bolt struck true and the self-appointed executor fell to the side like a ton of bricks. She dropped her blade in the process and let go her intended victim's hair as well. The four remaining terrorists in shock reacted with curses and tried to turn around to face the unknown attacker.

As they were doing this, the attacker fire well-placed shots that took out the two radicals on the left, leaving burning holes in their chests or heads. The remaining duo were able to fire back toward the assailant but they were panicky and uncoordinated shots at best that proved ineffective as the figure quickly rolled away from them.

When up again, the shooter unleashed a barrage that slew another terrorist by his gut and wounded the other in the shoulder. The last surviving one laid on his back moaning at the pain he had received. Meanwhile the hostage had dropped down for cover during the chaos and stayed where he was for out for fear that he could be shot.

All of this was still being filmed by the floating cam droid that somehow escape the carnage. The one responsible for all of this walked up to the survivors and stepped completely into the camera' view. Revealed was a dark and grayish furred wolf-like sentient with long black hair and pointed ears.

He was wearing a brown cloak with red and white markings on this edges wthat covered most of the right side of his body. The left part exposed dark lined tattoos over his gray chest.

Below he wore tan leather pants and shoes complete with brownish ammo belt on his waist as well. In his hands he held a A280 blaster rifle, its barrel, sizzling with thin smoke. With his dark eyes the Wolfman looked down at the terrorist he had wounded with an neutral expression. But the radical's continued cries of agony for a brief second produced a look of pity from the alien but only for that second.

To end his fallen opponent's suffering, the Wolfman raised his weapon again then shot him in the stomach area. With no more terrorists alive, the killer turn his attention to the hostage. Malcolm slowly turn to look to see what behind him and when he saw the menacing alien he fell back and shrieked. Slightly annoyed, the alien sling the gun back to his right shoulder and waited for Howe to stop screaming. When seeing that the alien wasn't attacking him, Malcom cease his panic and looked up in question at the stranger and then slowly asked;

"Are...you here to free me?"

"No, to collect your bounty."

Was the hunter's deep voiced reply before he threw a fast punch at Howe's head and knocked the human out cold. When finished, the bounty hunter hauled Malcolm Howe over his free shoulder and was about to walk out when he noticed the camera droid still filming him. Bringing out his gun again with his right hand, he aimed straight at the camera and fired. Everything turn dark then, leaving a blank channel.

Five Rotations later...

Ord Mantell,

The Bright Jewel System

Mid Rim

"I must say well done, knew you were the right hunter for the job. It must've been fate that brought you to me to solve my problem.

Vilkas rolled his eyes, letting his current client ramble on. He listen in disciplined silence, standing in front of a huge desk carved from wroshyr wood. Behind it, sitting in the fine silk chair was the speaker, a fat human dressed in a cyan colored suit with a sliver metal necklace, hanging around his neck. This bloated bantha of a man was Ric Verner, an enterprising tycoon and a self-proclaimed prince. Recently Vilkas had completed a contract to bring back alive a former business associate of his named Malcom Howe.

The fool had cheated Verner from a great amount of profit and gotten himself captured and nearly by fanatics then only to end up in his hands due to Vilkas.

Rotten fruit doesn't fall far from its tree, Vilkas thought to himself, waiting for Verner to finish his self-promoting speech and give him the credits owned for the task. It is a interesting time to be a bounty hunter with the heavens aligning away from the Empire. Yet it was chaos, not a government that reigned supreme over the galaxy at the present.

Beside the ongoing conflict with the Former rebels and their Imperial enemies, the galactic underworld was in turmoil as well. Especially the Hutt Clan, who were still reeling over the demise of Jabba the Hutt, their leader.

As such, the Hutts were now struggling against one another over who should be the successor. Murder, blackmail, and other forms of intrigue within the Clan had increased tenfold as a result. Not to mention rival gangs like the Black Suns were becoming more aggressive, moving in on the Hutt territories while the giant slugs squabble among themselves.

Thankfully Vilkas stayed as a freelance hunter, not tied exclusively to either side. Still he took jobs from one group or another from time to time as long it was on his terms. Beside Jabba, the downfall of Boba Fett had shaken up things for bounty hunting community too. Already many had been competing to see who would rank up the most bounties and take Fett's vacant position as the top hunter.

Personally Vilkas didn't care, he had his own priorities to be concerned about. If only this client just cease his trivial boasting! The hunter kept himself composed with a warrior's patience for the next few minutes until Ric Verner finally said something of value.

"With that being all said, here your well earned reward."

The merchant opened up a compartment at his desk and brought out a small yet sizable bag. Uniting it, revealed twenty four gold coins called wupiupi. This currency was mostly used in Hutt held regions of the the Outer Rim. Considering the Empire's uncertain future, its economy was more or less in shambles and the worth of the Imperial credit was decreasing.

The amount in this batch is worth fifteen thousand credits to be exact. Hopefully the rebels or whatever they call themselves now will have an equivalent set up at some-point. Either way his business with Verner was done.

"Gratitude" Vilkas sincerely said with a heavy accent that layered his voice. Once done, the Wolfman proceeded out of the office through the hololift connected to it. Twelve minutes later, he left Verner's privately owned ten story building and went into a crowded sidewalk.

Feeling pleased with himself, Vilkas let his mind drift for a few seconds out of his usual caution and just enjoy his success. It it didn't last long however when he noticed how several human bystanders looked at him. Their expressions ranged from mild curiosity, silent fear, and even disgusted contempt.

This is something that he dealt with on occasion when such people when their kind actually did pay attention to the likes of him. This behavior annoyed him as much as the first time had done. Vilkas can pretty well guess what they're thinking now.

"Outsider, thug, and savage. By the Great Father, I can write a list of their insults."

He thought with great cynicism. The hunter walked a bit more briskly and with more haste, his mood darken. Vilkas wanted out of this mountain sized city, away from these people and their petty judgments. The sooner he left, the better. Thankfully the side effect of his unpopularity at the moment made the bystanders keep their distance.

This continued for sometime until he came across a park on the right. Unlike the metal themed buildings that towered like mountains, there was a certain beauty to it that drew Vilkas toward its direction. Nature such as trees and the small creatures that lived them was something Vilkas felt he can relate more so to than the aliens who set this place up.

"They take this all for granted as much as their own civilization."

Vilkas whispered to himself, watching a group of youth passing by, blatantly littering the fine blue grass beneath them with wrappings, and drink cans. Even so Vilkas chose to ignore their foolishness and walked further away into the trees, enjoying the view and even smell of this park.

This was an unforeseen blessing. Sure this was a limited and a somewhat naive form of nature, but it is a pleasant distraction. After walking some more, he stopped at a spot in the trail surrounded by trees that seem void of people. He took a good whiff with his nose and liked the aroma.

This is good.

A simple statement but one with a deeper meaning. It reminded him that life wasn't about survival alone. He spotted a pair of furry rodents he never seen before, leaping from one branch to another. Vilkas smiled slightly at the display, reminding him of...

That line of thought was interrupted when a commlink attached to his belt beeped. Vilkas uttered a grunt of frustration that his relaxation being cut short. Yet he was somewhat grateful, this usually meant a job offer from one of the usual clients. He finally answered with a question.

"Yes?"

"Saw the footage, with you and the terrorists the other day. It would've been more of an impressive feat if those idiots hadn't made it so easy for you big boy."

Recognizing the surly voice, of a woman he knew all too well, Vilkas level his annoyance that threaten to surface again.

"What do you require?" The bounty hunter replied in an professional matter. A laugh of amusement erupted on the other end.

"Come now Vilkas, please call me by my name. We have know each other for a long time."

"What do you require?" Vilkas repeated with a hint of anger. He had no use for this nonsense, especially coming from the likes of her.

"Fine suit yourself."

The female voice noted with no small amount of amusement before getting serious.

"There is a problem, usually I would handle myself but the war is spreading out in my turf, keeping me occupied at the moment. Some slimeball and his gang, murdered one of my contacts, an old friend of mine and stole a package he was suppose to deliver to me.

Vilkas can hear the mixture of grief and fury within the contractor's tone. While it is hard to understand aliens sometimes, he can at least relate to them on that aspect. He listen further with a more attentive ear than before.

"The job I'm offering is simple and to the point. Destroy the gang. I don't care how you do it as long they pay for harming one of my own and find my package. I'm offering twenty two thousand in coins as a reward. Do we have a deal?"

The hunter considered it with great thought. He had been the hand of such judgment a few times before but for some reason felt cautious about accepting this task. In the end though Vilkas decided the reward and the possible challenge was worth it.

"Your terms are acceptable. Though I will need further details on the prey."

"Consider it done. I will transmit their location to your ship as soon as possible. Good hunting."

The Wolfmam remained silent as his contractor finally disconnected. Samsi Erat was many things, she however paid well enough and kept her word...for most of the time. Vilkas gave the park another look around, enjoying it's beauty one last time. Then bowing his head, he whispered a prayer in his native tongue.

(Great Tévas give my arms strength and the courage to use them. Gentle Anya guide my soul in wisdom in the chosen path. Yet should I embrace death in the hunt to come grant me absolution.)

Finished the bounty hunter made his way out, heading back for his ship at the nearby spaceport.

(Originally this was part of an older SW fic that had multiple main chars together but I decided to reboot and focus on them in their own separate stories. Villkas, is a fun OC to write for me personally to be honest. He is definitely not a saint and yet not a villain either. Vilkas as you folks notice has a bit of different view on life than what most would associate with bounty hunters. Hope you readers enjoy this piece, because there will be more to come. Feel free to give your honest opinions in the reviews, I'll accept them willingly and take them in consideration, as long as they're not purely flames. As they say in that far, far, galaxy may the force be with you hahaha.)