A/N I'm gonna try to keep this short and this will be the only time I say this: This is my head canon, if you do not like it, then I will not force you to read this, if you really have a problem then PM and I will explain what's going through my head. I do not care for constructive criticism, in fact its best for others to criticize this instead of doing it myself, my problem is with that one comment that makes you look like a total jerk. The conversations from the game may or may not be similar in this story, I will not copy and paste choices when some of the options are not how I would go. The rating is obviously subject to change at any point, since this will get dark and violent. At some point this story may stray from the game and since it is my story, it can do that, sue me otherwise. That should be it for my rant unless I think of something else.

This is the list of how you will know the types of non-verbal face-to-face conversations in basic:

Thoughts, comm, different language other than basic and Mando'a, Force bonds

If I forgot a form of communication, I will add it later for now this should cover everything. I will put translations of Mando'a after each chapter and the most common used words will eventually not show up. I suggest you brush up on that language, it will be used quite frequently.

Disclaimer (I know I forgot it last chapter): I own nothing of star wars except my OC's that I bring in, the game belongs to Bioware and EA.

Nal Hutta

The grey shuttle flew in down into the hazy orange atmosphere, landing in probably one of the very few spaceports on the swampy planet. Aside from the few Twi'lek slaves and one or two Rodians, the most dominant species seemed to be humans as Sila walked off the shuttle and into the main part of the port. The place was as disgusting as the swamp it was built near. It was a wonder no one looked sick from how unkempt the place was. She pulled out a data pad to confirm the meeting place, side-stepping a pair of charging grunts as some poor fool tried to escape them. She wore a set of basic grey- brown armor and her hair fell in a way that covered her unusual ears. She had found a way to pull her hair back without exposing them. Her eyes scanned around, jumping over the street fight, looking for the cantina she was to meet her new team at.

Unlucky for her it was right through the street fight. She got lucky when some strange guy covered head-to-toe in red armor did the hard part for her. She moved, on, avoiding the corpses of the unfortunate idiots who decided to pick a street fight and make it a free-for-all. There were still some goons in the same uniform, but they seemed far more cautious and of higher rank. It wasn't her problem, so all she had to do was keep her head low and get in to the Great Hunt without using her history as a Mando. She had bet a few vod that she could do it and win. She had even met a man a few years back while on a hunt that first gave her the idea. He was old, to humans anyways, with pale skin and bald head that wrinkled up from the lack of protection from the elements of past visited planets. She was lucky he had a crew in mind all set up if she ever decided to take him up on his offer. And he hadn't seemed surprised when she did.

She walked into the small cantina, and made her way to the black, keeping away from those giving her a look-over, she wasn't in the mood to deal with bottom-feeders. The room the man had gotten for a temporary set up was the same dreary color as the rest of Jiguuna with only a small network set up that was a black-grey color instead of the molting brown.

"We're up-linked to the holo now, Braden." A girl with black, spiky hair said. The hair was held back by a band and she had an oily looking skin color that was a mix of white and black.

"Good, now come on over and the meet the hunter I was telling you about." He said, his face showing his age more than it had years ago. "Nevea, this is Mako, a little tech genius I picked up about a year before we met on Nar Shaddaa." He pointed to the girl who had just turned away from the terminal. She looked to roughly be about sixteen or seventeen years old. "And that's Jory, he'll be security for our base." He pointed to a male Kadas'sa'Nikto with green scales.

"Greetings. I am at your disposal. Please feel free to make us all incredibly wealthy and famous." He said, waving from his seat at one of the few tables in the room, right next to the liquor cabinet.

"Pleasure to meet you." Mako said.

"Small crew. That's good though, less likely to have someone stab me in the back." Sila said, nodding to both Mako and Jory in a silent greeting.

"They also know to keep your secret about your past. No one will know that you're a Mandalorian. Or your real name. Now, we need to make you a well-known hunter under your alias at least as far as the people of Jiguuna anyways. I have a enough sway with Nem'ro to get you an audience with him, the rest is up to you. I already had Mako look for a target worthy of your skill." Braden said, looking at the aforementioned tech genius.

"The one I found is a Corellian smuggler named Vexx. He has a safe house here in Jiguuna. He robbed fifteen Imperial Payroll posts and likes to brag about being a quick draw artist. Nice bounty on his head too." She said with a hint of pride.

"Alright, all you have to do is go to that location and scout out his whereabouts. Come back when you have something and be careful of a rival gang that's out there." He said.

"Easy enough, so long as they don't get in my way." Sila said and turned to go, walking out of the room and through the cantina. It was emptier, but she assumed most of the patrons had jobs to get back to. She mumbled about the smell of alcohol being better than the smell of burning swamp and flesh combined with the gases that escaped the wells as she once again stepped into the orange stained atmosphere.

It was funny to her how compact this place was. The hideout was barely an actual distance from the cantina. The annoying thing was a new street fight had started and she would be going through the line of fire. She took aim at the nearest one and shot him in the head. She knew that the others wouldn't be as easy and she had been lucky with the first shot. She dodged a close shot, the blast grazing her armor. she took aim a the next one hit his shoulder, taking a hit to the leg in the process. It didn't hurt, but the armor was weak and would give way next time. The third target had enough time to fire a wild shot before tucking behind a crate to narrowly miss a head shot. She took out the second thug before he could get another shot in with a hit to the chest. The third again tried for a head shot, but it went wild again when she hit his stomach and he collapsed with her follow-up shot the chest. She looked at the gang members still alive one-by-one that were close by. The message was clear, keep me out of this.

She put her blasters up and walked down to Vexx's safe house. She was surprised to find there were only three people protecting it and took the encrypted datapad. She left the building and scoffed at the ease of finding it. Of course, she wasn't much better. If skilled tracker took their time, they would eventually find her. She walked back in and was almost hit by a group of people running out, chasing some random thug out. She tripped some of them as a form of payback as she made her way back to the temporary base.

She was glad no one was dead. For some reason she had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. Her family on her home world called it a 'warriors sense', which is how she earned the honorific Sila. It meant in a literal term 'foreshadow', but in the general use it would normally mean 'third eye' or 'sixth sense' if the person was no warrior. It was how she ended up so far from her birth-place.

She handed Mako the datapad when she returned and sat down. "It was too easy, getting in and out." She said.

"I'll work on decrypting this then. Maybe it'll tell us where he is." She said.

"While she's working on that, I have news. I was able to set up the meeting for you with Nem'ro. All you have to do now is impress him." Braden said.

"We're in luck. Vexx is still planet side. He bought a ticket shuttle off world that leaves soon." Mako said, walking back over.

"Bring back his tags to show it was you who killed him. Remember, he prides himself on being a quick draw artist. Be careful." He said. Sila nodded.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I have a bounty to catch." She said and left. She walked out and was pleased to see no street fight this time. Maybe the invading gang would fully give up. It would certainly make her time travelling through it easier. She ran through the small back alleys to the spaceport, figuring it was easier to go at her full speed than doing what would be a jog to her through the main streets. And she was right, making it there within a minute of leaving.

She had to threaten a worker to tell her where the shuttle was. Of course the three she had fought at the safe house were only a fraction. It matched her luck this far in her life. She quickly counted about fourteen, most off to the side, but she would have to take care of them all before she could get to Vexx. It was this annoying type of situation that she loathed to get in too without proper gear. She hadn't even had time to patch up the last scorch mark left on the weak armor she had to get.

Lets get this over with then. She muttered to herself, firing a quick series of concussion missiles towards a group of three off to the side. She looked away after making sure they wouldn't be getting up and fired both blasters at another group, scorching the ground around them as some shots went stray from their marks. She was floppy because of the time crunch. She followed the same pattern with the other four-ish groups left before blowing up the main guard. She would loot them later.

"Well, what's this? Some kind of law enforcer. I'd never thought I'd see the day dashing Vexx would get caught by some brute enforcer." Vexx said, turning to face her. She gagged at the use of third person.

"Too bad, your times come to an end. Really, I'll be doing the galaxy a favor killing you." She said.

"I'm the best quick draw artist, you can't beat Vexx." He bragged. She took drew her blaster and shot his stomach, just below and to the right of his ribs.

"Cheater." He grunted, stumbling back. She fired off another quick succession of blasts, hitting his legs, his gun hand and his shoulder before hitting his head without so much a blinking. He got one shot in and it had hit the damaged part on her armor. She would really have to get that repaired and have someone treat the wound. She limped out with the tags and some spare credits, taking stock of all the damage done to the crappy set. She had hoped it would have lasted longer. Repairs would only do so much. She would have to look for new armor that would actually last a big scuffle. She headed back to the cantina, having seen a med droid somewhere near it that she could at least get some treatment from. She shook her head slightly, feeling the urge to run back. She really hoped nothing bad had happened.

A/N

Vod means brother (you need to memorize this word).

Finally done. Slow start, but that's how most of them felt in my opinion. I have a busy schedule, so I make no promises of when I update. My hope is on Saturdays, but don't hold a gun to my head and make me swear on my life I will. I mean it took me two weeks to make time to write this.

I know, bad excuses but its what I have. Cookie to whoever can come up with her birth place and who can guess her clan. Anyways, this me signing off until next time.