Chapter 11- Best of the bounty hunters

Mira was set for war. Her swords were sheathed, her pistols holstered, her launcher full. Beside her stood Attons flame, Bastila in a Jedi robe, wielding a double bladed yellow lightsaber. Atton and some Mandalorian…did he say his name was Canderous...took the lead.

They moved through the city, carefully moving from wall to wall, trying to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. For that reason Atton had his own sabre sheathed. Bastila only had hers battle ready to defend the rear

As they passed the sentry towers, Mira realised something

I'm useless

She watched as their fearless leader shot yet another troop.

He's doing this properly

Canderous followed suit, the two of them blasting down soldier after soldier

I'm doing nothing. What am I fighting for?

Turning swiftly, she saw her beautiful counterpart take care of a troop they had missed

I shouldn't….

Just then, the group heard a loud roar. Mira stopped in her tracks and turned to face the new threat, just leaving the towers.

Hanharr

Bastila voiced everyone's confusion "We killed you"

Hanharr replied with a series of grunts. Atton reached for his Sabre, the Mandalorian raising his pistols.

"NO" Mira shouted "Let me"

"Mira" Bastila scolded "We have light sabres. We'll make very short work of-"

"No" Mira insisted, as the wookie unsheathed his Ryk blades "We killed him once already and somehow he's flown halfway across the galaxy, just for me. Isn't that worth some credit?"

Atton frowned "You sure?"

"Yes" Mira insisted "Go"

Obediently, their fearless leader turned and followed Canderous from the scene. Bastila hesitated "You will be okay?"

Mira nodded

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Maybe five minutes later, Mira lay on the ground, bleeding. The pain was unbearable.

I should had taken the help

The Wookie lay by Mira, unwilling to leave her side. Unwilling to risk her living. The ground was stained with her blood, where as the wookie had lost nothing. Not even his pride this time

"Hanharr" she whispered

Hanharr rose his head quizzically

Mira struggled to raise her left hand. She dragged it over her shoulders, breasts, mouth, and eventually onto her right arm. She held it over her wrist rocket launcher

"Goodbye"

She pressed the trigger