Chapter 1
I run from it all.
From the academy, from home, from Mandalore.
No one will stop me. No one will dare stand in my way when they see the rage behind my eyes. I need to get away.
Now...
The Spaceport is full, bustling with people. Shuttle 462 is available. I sneak aboard, take my seat, stare out the window as the shuttle jumps into hyperspace.
I'm never going back. I think to myself. I'm never gonna go back home. Because there is no home.
"Sentients, we are clear for landing." The droid pilot, RX-3, announces. I prepare for the landing, and for whatever planet I've gotten myself to.
I stand up, and make my way out of the ship. I step down the ramp into a spaceport hanger bay. I tilt my head up to look at the two moons above. One a normal-looking size, the second is smaller, far away. Both have a blue tinge.
I look up at a holosign overhead. Welcome to Lothal. Welcome to my new home.
I put on my helmet, letting the visor become my face. Blank and intimidating. As I walk towards the exit, all other people make a path, eyeing my blaster warily. I know why. I'm in Mandalorian gear, and everyone knows that Boba Fett, notorious Bounty Hunter, also wears Mando gear.
Never mess with a Mando.
The city streets are dark and deserted. All black and white and boring.
I stare at a wall outside City Square, thinking to myself. "Hmm," I mutter, my hand straying towards my utility belt. "Needs a little something." I take my airbrush, already loaded with purple, and raise it to the wall.
Flowing strokes, delicate curves, my natural talent goes to work. The talent that got me in trouble oh so many times. When I am done, a large intricate purple floral design has taken the place of the blank and blandness.
I smile to myself, but my smile quickly fades as I feel the barrel of a blaster being jabbed into my back. I hear clicks of loading guns, and soon find several more weapons being pointed at me.
"Graffiti is treason!" The monotone filtered voice of a Stormtrooper comes from behind me.
One grabs my E-11 cadet blaster. I am unarmed. I am cornered. But I am not afraid.
I slowly raise my arms, a plan taking place in my head.
"Remove the helmet." One orders. When I don't comply, I feel another sharp jab from the blaster. "Didn't you hear me? I said remove the helmet." He repeats.
"I don't think that'll be necessary." I say, smiling beneath my helmet. I suddenly kick off the wall in front of me and flip over the heads of the troopers behind me. I hear the baster bolts, but I simply throw a paint bomb over my shoulder.
I watch over my shoulder as they stop shooting and stare at the bomb, before realizing what it is. It is too late. the bomb goes off, throwing them all backwards.
I smile. They'll never catch me now. Then I grimace.
I have the horrible feeling I just jinxed myself.
