For a while, you served as the number two for a man you thought you knew well. He told you his vision for a better universe. One with no more wars, no more death.. only peace and harmony. He was able to get you on board with his plans, as well as your entire planet.

Everything started off fantastic. You were both able to recruit a couple handfuls of planets to your cause, creating a Republic of peace and conformity. However, things started to grow sour as more and more planets joined the Republic. That's when the conflicting opinions smeared what the Republic stood as well as your friend's mind.

He started to go mad with power as his philosophy changed. He began to commit heinous crimes. He began to spread genocide across the galaxy in an attempt to force everyone to their knees, calling it 'means to an end.'

You tried to quit, only to be chased down and put to execution for treason. You managed to escape but not before getting a huge bounty put on your head.

Now, you were hiding for the time being, sneaking from planet to planet before you can come up with a plan for yourself. Currently, you were making dinner for yourself out of the scraps you found in the desert. It's not much, but you made do.

That's when suddenly, the ground began to rumble, your makeshift structure shaking under the pressure before the rumbling slowly subsides. Suddenly, your door crashed open, kicking up dust.

As the dust cleared out, a Mandalorian strolled in, their blaster steady in their hand as they aimed directly at you. A monotoned, robotic voice called out to you.

"Put down your weapon and raise your hands. You're.. coming wi- Sorry dude, it's stuffy as hell in here.." Their monotone dropped as they lowered their blaster and quickly unclipped their chestplate, their bust dropping as they let out a satisfied sigh, taking off their helmet to reveal that they were a woman. A pretty attractive one at that.

Rahab: "There we go.. now, as I was saying. You have a pretty good price on your head.. so come quietly."