ONE MONTH AGO
PLANET: TARIS
Dusque Mistflier ran as hard as she could through the Lower-City of Taris. She hadnt slept in over fourty eight hours, running on stims to keep herself awake. The bounty hunters Micah had sent after her had finally tracked down what remained of her ship. So she had slipped into the underground, trying to lose them... staying one step ahead at all times... but lack of sleep, and not much to eat were beginning to take their toll..
She collapsed near an entryway, looking around the corner, and quickly pulled herself back at the snuffling grunt of a nearby rhakghoul...She pulled out her holdout blaster and held her breath, not wanting to get its attention... The rhakghoul growled, and then loped away in the opposite direction... and she let out the breath she had been holding...
Then slumped down against the doorframe, and closed her eyes a second. Just a second.. just need to rest... just for a few...
She had no idea how long she had slept when she snapped awake... only to feel the blaster pistol pressed to her head. "Ah ah ah... nice and slow there, missy." She slowly raised her blaster up, and surrendered it without a fight. "You gave us quite a run there, missy... but we always gets our target." She looked over and saw that she was staring at the muzzle of a concussion rifle... and the sinister eyes of the bounty hunter Bossk... with him was a few other bounty hunters. There were a few rodians, a couple of humans, and a Quarren. "Lets hurry this up..." One of the Rodians said. "... those damn rhaks make me nervous."
Bossk looked over at him. "Shut up, Greedo... everything makes you nervous." He grabbed Dusque's arm and hauled her to her feet. "Did you know you had a face pretty enough to be worth over a million credits?" he laughed.. his thugs laughed as well...then there was a voice coming from behind them.
"Not that you'll ever claim it." the voice said. The bounty hunters all whirled around, guns aimed towards the source of the voice. "Come out! show yourself!" one of them challenged.
"As you wish." came the sinister reply.
A green lightsaber blade snapped to life... the blade slowly illuminated the speaker... who wore customized Mandalorian armor...
"What in the five fire rings of fornax..." Greedo said softly... Bossk pulled Dusque against his chest. "I dont care what it is! Shoot it!"
The bounty hunters all opened up on the Mandalorian with the lightsaber, who quickly stepped forward and intercepted the blasts, reflecting them back... then a second Mandalorian approached, igniting two blue lightsabers... both of them experts in their use. "What the hell is this!" Greedo yelled as the Quarren took a reflected blast to the throat. "Im out of here" he turned and ran. "Coward!" Bossk roared.. "More credits for me then!" he raised his concussion rifle, and fired.. the two Mandalorians leaped aside to avoid the blast... and then clingwire lines snapped into the ground around the hunters... and Mandalorians slid down the lines, opening fire upon them... Bossk turned his rifle towards them... but then Dusque snapped her arm back and into his armpit, causing him to groan in agony.. She pulled away from Bossk's grasp and rolled away, while Mandalorians took out what was left of Bossk's forces..
Bossk raised his concussion rifle... only to have it sliced in half by a descending lightsaber blade... "Gotab..wait!" a voice said... the Mandalorian stood with his blade against Bossk's throat. "We need to send a message."
The one called Gotab stepped back... but he didnt deactivate his blade. He turned to the second Mandalorian with the two blue lightsabers. "As you wish, Venku."
Bossk grinded his teeth together as the one called Venku approached. "If you value your life, you'll listen well, Bounty Hunter. You run back to your master Micah, and you tell him that we know of him... we know what he is doing... and we are going to stop him." he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small data-chip. "Give him this. Compliments of the Mando'a."
Bossk glared at Dusque Mistflier for a moment.. then took the data-chip... the eight Mandalorians watched him go. Dusque looked towards the warriors around her. "Why.. why did you save me?"
The one called Gotab stepped towards her. "Because one, you needed help, and two... because Manda'lore requested we help you."
"Who are you people?" Dusque asked. "I mean... aside from being Mandalorians?"
The one called Venku laughed. "We? We are the Cuy'Vel Dar."
