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A/N: I am very nervous due to this being my first Fanfic, so please tell me what you think and what you liked and didn't like

Mistral-lower levels

Although the upper levels may make you feel at peace, don't let it fool you because as you venture deep into the kingdom, you learn the harsh truth. As the night beckoned, the streetlamps were lit, and the rain continued to harshly Pour down as we see as bandits, thugs, criminals, and a few merchants continued to steal or sell any food and valuables they could find, just like any other day or night. But this night wasn't like any of the others, as many ears were drawn to the sound of metal boots clanking and splashing as they touched both the water and ground. Many were surprised as they gazed at the unseen figure; some had a look of fear and began to run, some smiled arrogantly, and others looked at the person with killer intent. Soon the person stops and pulls out a paper with a picture of a spider in a web and finds a log pole with that symbol on it.

Meanwhile, Inside, we see that the building is a tavern filled with many men and women, all criminals with one striking feature, they all had the symbol of a spider in a web tattooed on their arms, shoulders, or chest. But out of everyone in the bar, three people stood out in the back center of bar. Two of them were a tall male with a beard and a shorter female, both wearing purple clothing and dark blond hair. But out of the three was the one in between the two bodyguards, a heavy-set middle-aged woman with light skin and short blonde hair kept in a bob haircut. She has a spider in its web tattooed on her left shoulder. The top of her dress is white and backless, with long sleeves and details, such as beads and straps, in purple. Below is a purple corset and a long-pleated skirt that is yellow on its top layer, purple in the middle, and white in the lower layer. Her shoes are brown and decorated with a green ribbon. This woman sat at a wooden table, eating a dessert of some kind and enjoying it.

The dinking and Congregating continued for as long as it could until…

A shadowy figure, hiding behind the curtain entrance, revealed itself. It was a male figure, wearing a brown clothed jumpsuit beneath a grey, Heavily armored body suit with a helmet with a visor that made a T shape, as well as two boots, bandoliers, a brown cape, and a belt with a pistol holster, and an unusual rifle behind his back. Many of the partisans of the bar were shocked, including the woman and her two bodyguards. As he slowly made his way to her table, some partisans laughed arrogantly while others were on guard and whispered in slight fear.

Once he approached the table, he looked around for a bit, then stared at the woman, "So, your Lil' Miss Malachite." a young, stoic voice asked with an unimpressed tone, "I'm Lil' Miss Gon'-Skin-You-Alive if you ever take that tone with me again." Lil' Miss said as she brought out her fan. "I am curious to understand what brought a Mandalorian into my hideout." She asked with curiosity, "I am looking for someone to bring to the Minstrel Council, and one of your associates, who called herself Honey Wine, told me to go to you." The Mandalorian answered. "Well, you came to the right place," the female gangster said with a smirk, "By the way, how is Honey Wine." She asked, a bit enthusiastically. "She's died a few moments after I left." He said, "That's very…Tragic," she said as her enthusiasm turned to sadness. "But on to business, just tell me who you're looking for, and we can find them in about a week or two." "No need, the person I'm looking for is already here." the armored bounty hunter then pulled out a scroll and placed it on the table, as the eyes of Lil' Miss and her bodyguards widened as it was revealed to be a picture of her.

"You mu-mu-must be mistaken because that's not me," she said, clearly getting a bit nervous, but the bounty hunter said nothing as he stood there, seemingly staring at her. Finally, after a few seconds, she clammed herself and smirked, "But you know that it's a mistake." She said as she snapped her fingers, and almost everyone at the bar got up from their seat and turned to them, with some holding weapons, as her two bodyguards drew out pistols. "Luckily, I know tons of people who'd pay good money for your shiny hyde, so it's either you walk away, or we kill you and take that armor." She threatened as she took a bite of her dessert. The Mandalorian turned his head for a moment before turning back to her, "I can bring you in warm," he said as multiple small blue lights came from one of his vambraces, "or I can bring you in cold." Just then, numerous tiny projectiles shot out, killing a few of the patrons, as he drew out his pistol and quickly shot down the two bodyguards before catching an arm holding a sword and breaking it, followed by a quick elbow strike. Afterward, he began to have a grey light luminate from his body; before many could draw out their pistols, all of the patrons from above were dead before they could blink.

The remaining seven patrons held their weapons ready as the Mandalorian pulled the trigger, notifying them that the gun was empty. The first one swung a sword, and the armored warrior dodged the first but blocked the second one before breaking his arm, followed by a quick strike to his throat, as another attempted to throw a punch, quickly avoiding it, as he pulled out his knife and promptly slashed her throat. he began to hack and slash down three of the henchmen leaving three remainings, as two began to charge at him, as the warrior push kicked one so he can block the other, shooting his wrist-mounted flame-thrower, as he burned alive, after throwing his knife killing the last one. Meanwhile, Lil' Miss attempted to escape before a grappling line shot straight into her kneecap, pulling her towards Mando, giving him time to pick up a sword, as he lifted it up and swiftly brought it down.

A few minutes later, the Mandalorian was seen walking out with a bag in his hand as the bar behind him began to burn down. "That was impressive what you just did there." Then, a gentleman-like voice said, causing the armored boy to raise his pistol, "Relax, young man; I mean no harm; I just want to talk." The voice said as a man wearing green, with a cane in hand, stepped out of the shadows.