Jango stood in the dim light of the hangar bay, the low hum of machinery echoing around him as he examined his ship. The familiar scent of metal and oil filled the air, a comforting reminder of his life as a bounty hunter. He had always thrived in the chaos of his profession, navigating the underbelly of the galaxy with a cool detachment that made him one of the best. But tonight was different. Tonight, the weight of his responsibilities pressed heavily on his shoulders.

He had taken on a particularly dangerous job. The credits promised were significant, enough to ensure a comfortable life for him and his partner, but the toll it took on him was becoming harder to bear. Hours of tracking, ambushing, and negotiating had left him drained, his temper frayed like the edges of an old cloak. As he climbed into the cockpit, he glanced at the chronometer and cursed under his breath. It was late, far later than he had intended.

Lately, it felt as if he was losing sight of the very thing he was fighting for. Every job that took him away from home was an unwelcome reminder that the life of a bounty hunter came with sacrifices, and tonight, he had sacrificed far too much.

He made his way to their home, each step heavy with the knowledge that he had once again returned after a long day of danger and violence. When he entered, the small space was illuminated by a soft glow from a few flickering lights.

“Just a long job,” he said quickly, trying to keep his tone neutral, but the weariness crept in. He moved closer, the tension in his muscles slowly unwinding as he met their gaze. “I’m sorry.”