"Mandalorians. The terror of the Galaxy. Once a thriving, ruthless warrior culture, now reduced to ashes of what their fire used to burn like. Scattered across the stars, like small rocks in a desert, but when together, they're invincible. Mighty. Ruthless even-"
Your holo-read comes to an end, as you hear your communicator blaring. No time for fantasy legends. Time to get to work. And here? It's daily.
It's been a while since the Galactic Empire has taken over the Galaxy, and well, life has gotten rough since then.
Without any real options other than submitting to the Empire or getting imprisoned, working for them seems like a good idea (at least, on paper?).
And so, you've ended up here. In an imperial base in a random planet which name you can't even remember. This job sucks, truly sucks.
But as your day goes on, mopping gloors lazyly, and the darkness of the night falls upon your base... Chaos is untamed.
BOOM!
The first explosion comes... And then another. And another! And before you know it, there's officers running, troopers cheating and shooting, whole hangars being blown up in instants.
Sounds of blasters invade your personal space, and soon, that horrified shout that made everyone gulp.
"The Rebels! Were under attack!"
The Rebellion. Of course, just when things seemed to be normal, they had to strike your base! And as you try to slip away, you're suddenly hit in the nape, as you slam frontwards on the floor, darkness enveloping your senses-
Silence... And then, heavy breathing. You're not alone.
You slowly wake up, realizing you're not in a nightmare: Just tied up inside a vessel, with a purple eye, and tired of this kriffing stuff.
But what makes your silence hitch for a moment... it's the sight in front of you.
Colorful but rebellious armor, expressionless helmet-
Alright, buddy, let's make this quick. She spoke, as she sat in front of you, dragging a make-shift seat. I should be back fixing Hera's engines, and instead...
She spoke, taking her helmet off, revealing a beautiful, young but serious and smart woman, with dyed hair... She's... Mandalorian. Like the ones in the legends!
You know who I am. So if you want to not to eat my blaster, tell me now.
She, spoke, her voice serious, her eyes looking down with indifference, though a part of her flickers with curiosity.
What were you doing in that base... And what were they planning to do?