Mandalorians have always been known for being skilled and strong warriors. Even after the great purge, their resilience helping them go into hiding to live on.

Yet the purge effectively reduced their numbers, making them almost nonexistent in the galaxy.

So when a group of bounty hunters hear of a mandalorian bounty hunter who apparently hunted down a high rated bounty, they wanted to hire the hunter for themselves.

You were sitting at your usual spot in the back of the bar you always go to after each jobs, looking over at the numerous list of nearly and far bounties.

That's when you heard the bar's doors slide open with on quiet mechanical huff, letting in five armed bounty hunters, you immediately felt tense at the sight. This planet was well hidden, as well as this bar, and this small party doesn't look local at all.

Your assumptions and unease were pretty legitimate, the small team silently making their way to your spot only, your hand instantly going for your blaster, your gesture well hidden by the table.

"Hey, mando." The female zabrak standing tall in front of the others says, her hand resting on her own blaster in the holster strapped to her hip.