Chapter 1: A Bounty Hunter's Dilemma (2/4)
"Are you in position?"
"Yes."
"First sign of aggression, shot it."
"Understood."
Nebula Starkiller was in the middle of a dangerous deal. She was about to negotiate with an old contact of hers, who is known to be untrustworthy. Having to put her son into position in case of any setbacks.
Neb Starkiller laying on the ground right on top of a building, located a few miles away from the spot where the meeting will take place, with a sniper blaster rifle at hand. His aim will be on the target's head as soon as he's on the field of vision. The boy is still a relative amateur, but he was taught by one of the greatest Markswoman in the galaxy. Keeping his calm, his finger trigger ready and his silver eyes fixed on the scope. I really should have grabbed that other lightsaber from that boy I killed, we could be getting double of the credits right now. He thought in annoyance. I was actually surprised with how easy it is to build a lightsaber, and I actually think I could make several modifications to make it more effective and powerful. Several ideas went through his head about the subject, he was wondering if the lightsaber could be powered by something other than Kyber Crystals and if it did, could he maybe utilize more than one using the proper design. Unfortunately, his ideas had to be put on hold, because his possible target finally appeared.
Finally. Nebula Starkiller thought in deep annoyance as she didn't like it when people kept her waiting. Standing in the middle of a deserted area, that had a perfect field of vision for Neb to take his shot if necessary. Watching the person who she has arranged the meeting approaching her, the Bounty Hunter was already prepared for the worst.
The man was she was meeting was Fot Ducela, a very unremarkable human male, with short brown haired, but well-dressed in a brown outfit that resembled the outfit of nobility, but it was a poor imitation. He was being accompanied by a Chistori. There's no way he's a bodyguard. Nebula thought as she observed them approaching.
What? Neb was surprised as he sees the Chistori through the scope. He inspects them to check for any weapons and saw some really nice looking automatic blaster on his back. Though it was clearly custom made.
"Nebula Starkiller, it has been a long time." Fot told her with his usual annoying voice and disgusting breath.
Not long enough. She thought bitterly as none of their encounters were ever pleasant. But he was a source of credits, an unreliable and untrustworthy source, but the only one she could afford at the moment. "Spare me of the pointless talk, just take the lightsaber and give me the damn credits." The bounty hunter decided to cut this short, as she needed to grab supplies for herself and her son.
"Always straight to the point, which is one of the things I enjoy about you." He spoke with a very disgusting looking smile, that always made Nebula want to punch him. "May I see the product?" He requested.
"Show the credits first." Nebula demanded.
Neb, who was aiming at Fot's head. Watched as the man reached inside his outfit to pull out something. The boy with silver eyes kept his finger on the trigger, ready to pull it in case he makes any sudden move.
Luckily, he only pull out a small bag, made of a strange material. Fot then reached inside the bag and pulled out a considerable amount of credits. "Three thousand credits, like we agreed." He flashed the credits in front of her. "Now, would you kindly..."
Nebula, after seeing the credits, reached on her belt and pull out the lightsaber and turned it on in front of the duo.
"Marvelous." Fot said as he saw the elegant weapon. "I'm curious, why sell for such a small price?" He questioned the woman with unkempt beauty.
She deactivated the lightsaber before replying. "Just give me the damn credits." Nebula was not in the mood for a conversation, especially with him.
"Okay," The man then placed the credits in the middle and took several steps back. "Here you go."
Nebula just approached the credits and tossed the lightsaber at Fot, not really caring if he grabbed or not. She knelled down to grab it.
"It was great to do business with you." She heard Fot say, before hearing the lightsaber being activated.
"I don't care, just get out here." Nebula replied before collecting the credits.
"I wasn't talking to you."
After hearing that, Nebula moved her head up to see the two, only to be greeted by the sight of the Chistori standing in front of her with the lightsaber raised above it's head, about to strike her.
But Nebula barely flinched. "AAAAHHHH!" Because Neb shot the Chistori with the sniper blaster rifle, right on the hand. I would have preferred the head, but great job none the less. Nebula thought proudly, before she delivered a spinning heel kick at the Chistori face. Causing it to fall into the ground as soon as her heel hits it's jaw. She didn't waste time in drawing her blaster and shooting Fot, who was trying to flee, but was stopped by getting shot on the leg.
"AAAAHHH!" He yelled in pain as he fell in the ground.
"These idiots never learn, do they?" Neb commented to his mother on the comlink.
"Nope," She replied. "Great shot by the way."
"Thanks, Mommy." Neb replied happily.
"Go back to the ship and get ready to take off." She ordered him.
"Alright."
After speaking with her son, Nebula turned to the Chistori, who was still knocked out from the kick. "Should have used a blaster, you idiot." She said to it, before shooting it on the face five times with her blaster. Once she made sure that it was dead, she searched for the lightsaber, which was unfortunately destroyed by the Neb's shot. Shame, I could have sold it again for some extra credits. She thought in annoyance.
"Aaahhhh..." Her thoughts were interrupted by the grunts of pain of Fot Ducela. Who was desperately trying to crawl away from Nebula.
Nebula just chuckled at the pathetic idiot before approaching him.
"No..." He spoke as he tried to crawl faster, but it was a waste of time as Nebula easily catched on to him. "AAAAAAHHHH!" Once she got close enough, the Bounty Hunter stomped on the spot where she shot him, hard.
"So, what was the big idea here?" She asked while knelling down and putting the barrel of the blaster on his face. "Who was he?" She was referring to the dead Chistori.
"A...A buyer," He replied in a fearful. "H-he wanted a lightsaber a-and w-when I told him that I would be getting one f-from you he-" He was stuttering as he told her, probably due the fear and pain.
"He paid you extra to come with you to the exchange and planned to try to collect the legendary bounty on my head." Nebula Starkiller had possibly the most valuable bounty in the galaxy, but no experienced Bounty Hunter would be dumb enough to try their luck against her, especially since she's friends with most of them. So the amateur ones are the only ones that she has to deal with.
"Y-yes." He confirmed.
"Just a question," She scratched her head. "In what world did you thought this... Absurdly stupid stunt of yours would work?"
"Umm... I... I-I heard that you lost some of your equipment du-during your last bounty, so..." The idiot kept talking even though that wasn't really a question.
"Wow," She was actually impressed. "Information travels really fast doesn't it." Nebula spoke, before she blasted him by pulling the trigger. Then started to search inside his outfit for the bag of credits. She opened to check and started to count it. One,two,three... Ten thousand credits. Nebula finished her counting. I guess business has been good for this idiot. The Bounty Hunter thought as she puts the credits on her belt.
Luckily, this entire situation came to an end as Neb finally arrived with the ship.
Two days later:
"And with that, all fixed."
After getting the credits from the late Fot Ducela. Both mother and son decided to stop in a few places to buy a few things. Since they got much more than they expected. The lists of things to buy got much larger.
Nebula brought the necessary tools to fix her helmet, armor and the Jet Pack. Neb was the one that did the repairs for her, making them save a lot of credits.
They also brought supplies for the ship, a stock of grenades and extra fuel for her flamethrower.
The total cost of everything was six thousand credits.
"And we still have four thousand credits to use." Nebula spoke as Neb finished the repairs on her armor.
Neb was sitting down on the workbench in his room, while Nebula was sitting on top of his bed, smoking.
"We better save up in case of another inconvenience." Neb told his mother, as they got lucky to get that amount this time, but lucky us rarely on their side.
"I'm gonna take a thousand, and save up the rest." Nebula informed him as she inhaled the smoke.
"Are you gonna sleep with a prostitute again?" The boy with a Mohawk asked his mother. As Nebula Starkiller had a habit of sleeping with prostitutes.
"Hey, I'm in need of some stress relief at the moment." She informed her son as these last few days weren't exactly pleasant.
"I know, but the last prostitute that you brought into the ship tried to steal my ship models." He reminded her while pointing at his shelves, which had really nice looking ship models that Neb made himself.
"Tried and fail miserably." Nebula caught the prostitute before she could make it out of the ship, and smashed her nose in with a headbutt. Forcing her to pay extra for the service as a result. "Just keep your room locked and it won't happen again."
"Why even use prostitutes in the first place?" Neb never really understood. "You're very pretty and I don't get it why don't you just go to a bar to pick up someone."
"Because I'm not exactly good at conversations, and sometimes they get the wrong idea." Nebula had to deal with a lot of love confessions and marriage proposals from all kinds of people that she slept with. "With prostitutes, you can just pay them and that's it, it's ten times more easy." Especially since she usually doesn't have much time to waste.
"Okay." Neb replied before he stood up from the workbench. Then he climbed on top of the bed to lay down. "So, are you gonna search for a bounty?"
Nebula put off her cigarra and later next to Neb. "No, tomorrow I'm gonna check a old contact of mine that seemed to have a work for me." She caressed her son's cheek after she replied.
"That one from Naboo?" He asked as he enjoyed his mother's touch.
"Yes." Both Neb and Nebula stared into each other's eyes. They had identical silver eyes. Actually, both mother and son were identical to one another in appearance.
Nebula Starkiller was a fair skinned, androgynous young woman who had short black hair in a pixie haircut. She was thin but with visible muscle definition, though her muscles were highlighted by the scars on her body. But even with all of that, Nebula was beauty, a very unkempt beauty, but a beauty none the less.
Neb Starkiller shares most of his mother's features. Being a fair skinned, androgynous looking young boy who had black hair in a mohawk haircut, that gave him s more masculine look in comparison to his mother. He was skinny but had above average height for a boy of his age.
Both of them ended up falling at sleep next to one another in Neb's bed.
Neb Starkiller was sleeping profoundly on his bed. But his sleep was less than pleasant. Mainly because of the strange dreams that he would frequently have.
The one he was having on that particular moment, showed two strange individuals that he never saw before. One was a long haired human man that was dressed in Jedi Robes and carrying a green lightsaber which was identical to the one that broke during the exchange with Fot Ducela. The other was a Zabrak with a red face and red eyes, carrying a red double-bladed lightsaber. Both were fighting one another in what seemed to be an engine room.
Neb observed the two fighting, fascinated by them. They clearly trying to kill each other, but they were fighting with such a grace that it seemed like they were dancing rather fighting. Though, he did notice a difference in their demeanor. The Jedi was calm while the Zabrak was angry and that seemed to make difference in their fighting style.
Suddenly however, the Zabrak got the upper hand,and hit the man on the face with the hilt of his double-bladed lightsaber, before he pierced his stomach with it.
"NOOOOOOO!" Suddenly, Neb hears a loud scream, but he couldn't see who screamed.
Not that he cared anyway. He just observed the man who just fell and thought. What an idiot, there were so many different methods that he could have used to defeat the Zabrak. Several different methods passed through the young boy's head.
A feint followed by a flamethrower to the face.
A flash grenade followed by an low horizontal attack that would be hard to deflect with that double-bladed lightsaber.
Although risky, create distance with an automatic weapon and use poison gas when far enough.
Those were all hypothetical scenarios but Neb saw his mother using several different methods to either incapacitate or dispatch of Jedi. And in her words, the trick is not planning too much. But Neb knew that the Zabrak wasn't a Jedi, for two different reasons. One, he was way too angry, and Jedi aren't exactly known for demonstrating emotions, especially anger.
The Zabrak then got into a fighting, probably about to fight the one that screamed.
Out of nowhere, the sight of the ceiling of his room appeared before his eyes. Snapping him out of his sleep. What a strange dream. It wasn't the first time that he had a random dream like that, but they're not frequent. The first thing he did once he was awake, was look to the sight in order to check if his mother was still there.
She wasn't.
So the boy decided to stand up from his bed to check on her. He left his room and went to the pilot's seat where she probably was at the moment.
He was right, as she was sitting there apparently setting course to somewhere, while she drank a large cup of blue milk.
"Where are we going?" Neb asked as he sat on the co-pilot's seat.
"To Naboo." She answered as she handed him a cup of blue milk, which he gulped down instantly as it was his favorite. "Naboo was blockaded and invaded by the Trade Federation." She started to explain.
Neb after gulping down the blue mild, which left a blue moustache on his face asked. "And...?"
"And... My old contact needs some help there, and he agreed to pay us a considerable amount of credits for the help." She explained to her son as she wipes the blue moustache from his face.
"Okay, who exactly is this old contact anyway?" Neb asked as he leans on the chair. "Because your old contacts usually try to stab you in the back." Their little confrontation with Fot Ducela is the perfect example of that.
"This one... Won't attempt the same stunt." She seemed certain of that.
"Alright, but... Who is it?" Neb really wanted to know.
"It's a long story and I'm not really in the mood to tell it." His mother never told him anything unless she was in the mood to talk.
Neb just sighed as he knew that it was no use insisting because he wasn't going to get any information from her at moment. "I'm gonna go eat something and do some target practice, call me when we arrive."
"Alright," Nebula replied as she kept on piloting the ship. "Don't drink all the milk." Blue milk was also his mother's favorite.
"No promises." She's usually the one that drinks everything.
After eating a bit, Neb decided to grab his mother's blaster to do some target practice.
Standing in the middle of the cargo room, Neb turnrd several moving targets on so he could prepare.
"Alright, bring it on." Neb spoke as he started to shoot the targets with precision.
There were five targets in front of him, moving quickly in random directions. Causing Neb to always have to move as he adjusted the target to shot stunting blasts at him.
Neb dodged the blasts with an speed that hardly compared to his mother's excellent speed. Taking each target one by one.
The first target nearly hit him with a blast, but Neb rolled to the left and shot it, causing to blow into pieces.
The second target shot him through the left, but Neb performed a cartwheel to the side with a single hand and shot it in the middle of it.
The third target came from behind him and Neb delivered a back kick with his back turned with pushed the target back, before he had the time to turn around and shot.
The fourth target then started to deliver a barrage of blasts at him, which forced Neb to roll and take cover behind one of the crates there. Luckily, Neb shot three shots from the cover and the second shot landed.
And last but not list, the fifth target, which was right behind the fourth one. Neb came out of the cover from above and jumped to the side and shot it before he hit the floor. Destroying the last target as a result.
"And that was Neb Starkiller, the next greatest Bounty Hunter in the galaxy." The boy bosted as he rose his arms in victory.
"NEB!" But his glory was short lived as he heard is mother calling him.
"Mom?" Neb quickly ran out of the cargo room back to the pilot's seat where his mother was. Once he arrived there however, he saw what was the problem.
"Sit your ass down, we gonna have some fun." Nebula spoke with a smirk.
His mother's idea of fun, was trade fire with a group of ships, clearly belonging to the Trade Federation, who stood between them and the planet of Naboo.
I am so,so ,so sorry for this deplorable delay . Honestly , this chapter went throught five different rewrites because I wasn't satisfied with it and my shitty phone didn't really help in any way.
As Always, Questions and Answers :
With Neb and the Jedi order I do hope we get a scene where the council offers Neb a place in the order and he just flat out rejects them stating he does things his way he's not giving up his lifestyle and he isn't going to spend 60% of his time meditating
I'm also hoping Neb is a prodigy when it comes to using the force and lightsaber combat
As for his future I can see him fighting in the clone wars not because he's a Jedi of course but because the Republic are paying him a shit ton of credits
Also after watching the book of Boba Fett can't help but think being the Galaxy's greatest crime Lord is in the cards for Neb to
Plus I'm also thinking it be funny if when we get to Tatooine Neb goes off for a bit and when the others next find him they see he's been accepted by a tribe of Tusken Raiders
Neb is too much like his mother and the Jedi will sense that, and he's pretty rude and disrepectful during the meeting because he really doesn't want to be there.
Thanks to Nebula , Neb has much more control over his emotions ,which allows him to use both Light and Dark sides of the force . He develops his own style by hand picking each aspects of the traditional forms while adding some things himself.
Neb is a mercenary , just like his mother. It doens't matter the side, as long as he gets paid.
He could definetly do it, if he wanted.
It's a possibility.
So basically another fic where the oc gets everything Anakin should have had? what is the point of Anakin being in this fic if he is indeed gjoing to be in it? I am guessing to bash him and/or so he can turn to the dark side?
Anakin is not on this fic. This whole story is a What If: What If the Chosen one was born the son of a Bounty Hunter .
How about Oola and Shaak Ti?
STOP ASKING !
Other than his mohawk, do we get eny other physical descriptors? Eye, and skin color, or maybe special markings?
Hope you liked the description.
Okay this will be brief because I've got to be somewhere but I just wanted to say enjoyed the chapter
To clarify I'm not the one that kept asking to add Aayla and Shaak Ti though of course it be nice if they fell for Neb to
Thrilled that he's going to be getting either a purple or red lightsaber and that he'll have his own code separate from the Jedi and Sith
Yup
He has a cowboy style code, if that makes any sense .