#resorted to SIR even and it's profoundly shit!

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actually a cool place sent me a challenge/assessment and alas I probably do gotta study further to get into this field because I have no idea what I am doing. it's still extremely addictively good though somehow

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Nameless Pt. 1

Nameless

Part 1: The Deal

Synopsis: a nameless assassin for hire finds herself in a tight spot after a hunt gone wrong. Stranded on Navarro with no fuel and no credits she’s forced to make a deal with one of the galaxy’s most feared warriors: a Mandalorian.

* Note this story takes place a year or two before the events of The Mandalorian

* Also it’s going to be a slow ass burn

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So far so good.

Everything was going according to plan. The mission was simple enough. Seduce this wealthy snob, get him into a room alone, then proceed to stick a knife into his throat.

But I’ve been in the business long enough to know that things rarely go this smoothly. In fact I was quite suspicious as to my good fortune.

“Mira... why don’t we head back to my room? I’ve got some Cloothian Spirits on ice.”

That’s my cue.

“How can I say no to that Mr. Harker?”

The profoundly round man offered me his fleshy arm. I linked my arm with his slowly and purposefully, some might even say sensually. I could practically feel him buzzing with excitement over what sharing those drinks in his bedroom entailed.

This entire night I’ve been displayed as this wealthy contractors arm candy under the alias Mira Remell, and I had about enough of it.

Patience was a necessity in my line of work but this man was an utter bore. Sometime I get prey that I can immediately connect with. We could talk for hours, sometimes I even purposefully dragged out the mission longer just so I can get to know a bit more about them. This man however could only talk about food and booze. I can appreciate both but not to the sickening extent this man could. To say I was eager to kill him was an understatement.

After a lengthy walk filled with monotonous conversation Mr. Harker finally led me into his room. It was lavish, as to be expected, though not the most lavish I’ve seen.

I took a seat on his bed as he poured us our drinks.

“So Mira, have you had a spirit like this before? It’s of the highest quality. From what I’ve heard the Cloothians ferment these high altitude berries for centuries to make this drink we are about to enjoy.”

“Fascinating isn’t it? What goes into making life worth living.”

I was met with a nasally chuckle.

“I have everything that makes life worth living right here.”

That was cheesy.

He handed me the drink but not before slipping a hand behind my back, trying to undo my dress.

Someone’s a little over eager.

“Is that so Mr. Harker?”

I said in a low soft voice so he had to lean in closer to hear me. I slowly reached for knife I kept strapped onto my inner thigh.

He was about to plant a wet kiss on my lips when the door suddenly opened.

“What the hell! Ever heard of knocking you fucking dim wits?” Mr. Harker raged. Immensely angered over the interruption.

“Sir we have reason to believe you are in danger. Our intel reports that an assassin is here to kill you tonight.”

I knew things were going too smoothly.

“Nonsense! Why would anyone want me killed?”

That’s easy. Your son wants his inheritance before you keel over from over eating.

“Sir please, we are to place guards outside and in your room to ensure your safety.”

Better get this done quick then.

“I’m a little busy at the moment if you couldn’t tell!”

“I’m afraid they are right dear. Someone is here to kill you tonight.” I say sweetly before swiftly drawing my dagger and slashing it across his throat.

Piping hot blood splattered over my face and chest. As planned the guards were too shocked by the sight of blood that I easily slipped past them, booking it down the hall to the resort’s exit.

I hope my client takes news coverage as proof of death.

It was only a few seconds later that I heard one guard crashing after me yelling at me to stop. Blaster fire shot passed me as I rounded a corner. I took the stairs down by flights, pretty impressive considering I was wearing heels and a tight gold sequined dress.

In no time I had exited the building and was making a beeline for my ship: The Regalia.

I practically threw myself into the cockpit and starting up the engines.

“Come on come one I gotta get my ass outta here.”

The Regalia’s engines roared to life and I swiftly nosed the ship out of the dock. I was preparing to make a straight shot out of the atmosphere when I saw 3 police droid ships heading my way.

Never a dull moment is it.

I gassed my ship, blasting myself forward. The droids followed me. As fast as The Regalia was I didn’t have a chance in hell of making it off this planet by roaring past them, I had to get them off my tail first.

I weaved in and out between towering mega skyscrapers, swiftly losing the droids.

As soon as a path opened up I took it, flooring it I made straight for the stars.

I was about to enter hyperspace until a blaster bolt hit my ship. Immediately red light started flaring and alarms sounded.

I frantically pressed a few buttons to get a diagnostic check.

Shit my hyperdrive was damaged.

But I was in hyperspace at the moment... meaning. I pulled a lever to disengage but nothing happened. I tried a second and third time. Nothing.

Well fuck.

Unless I did something I’d be stuck in hyperspace until my fuel ran out... meaning I would be stranded probably beyond the known galaxy.

The next hours were spent in pure panic. Lucky my original location was in the inner rim so I had a considerable amount of time to correct this unfortunate situation.

I flipped through my owners manual frantically, finally finding a bit of useful information. A pivotal structure that the hyperdrive couldn’t operate without: a single cable. Lucky I would be able to reach this from inside the ship. The bad news, it would cost a fortune to fix.

I’m not really given any other choice here.

So I sucked it up, grabbed my dagger, and went to work.

It took a couple minutes to saw through the cable but once I did my world came to a hurdling stop.

I rushed back to the cockpit still sweating bullets. I needed to figure out where the hell I was.

The closest planet to me was Navarro. From what the database said about the planet there really wasn’t much too it... except it was an outer rim planet crawling with bounty hunters.

Oh joy.

However I had no other options as my fuel was running desperately low. I’ve never been to the outer rim but there’s a first time for everything.

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I somehow managed to land my poor Regalia in a dusty landing port. As I exited my ship I noticed right away that it was the nicest docked.

I had a plan... sort of. I needed credits, desperately. Since this planet was riddled with bounty hunters I was hoping to get a piece of the action. I’m an assassin, not a bounty hunter. My quarry never leaves alive when I’m done with them. But I guess aside from that fact it’s not to different... right?

Also since my ship was out of commission I needed a ride. And since I had no credits to borrow one that meant I needed to work with someone with a ship.

My best bet was to find a cantina where guild members got their assignments. I just hope that at least one of them is willing to let me on board.

I’m sure I looked like a mess. But frankly I didn’t want to spend any more time on deck as I spent the last 3 hours or so panicking in there. I was still wearing my golden cocktail dress, my hair was for sure in disarray, and I probably still had blood splattered all over me. I had put on my old cloak in hopes to cover up the mess.

Like that’ll do any good.

I made my way into a dimly lit cantina that was filled to the brim with shady looking bounty hunters. I really should have changed as I stuck out like a sore thumb. Despite the blood and wild hair I was the most done up person here.

I made my way to the bar and took a seat.

“Just water please.”

It was all I could presently afford.

The bartender grumbled in disapproval and quite rudely slammed my drink onto the counter.

“Thanks”

I took a sip before looking around, my hand instinctively going to my concealed dagger as I was met with malicious faces.

None of these people seem promising.

So I waited. Eavesdropping on every conversation I could but nothing piqued my interest. That is until a Mandalorian walked into the room.

All eyes seemed to be on him. Some with fear, some with admiration, but most with distain.

The Mandalorian made his way to the guild leader, from what I heard his name was Greef Carga, dropping a pile of fobs onto the table.

“Nice work Mando!” Carga said as he dragged the collection of fobs towards him.

“Please have a seat.”

The Mandalorian unclipped a rifle that was nearly as tall as me off his back and settled down.

“So I’m assuming you want some more jobs huh?”

The Mandalorian said nothing but Carga carried on as if a reciprocal conversation was happening.

“Well you’re in luck, I’ve got 5 real good ones.”

He placed five bounty pucks onto the table along with their corresponding fobs.

Without even looking at them the Mandalorian said “I’ll take them all.”

I was caught off guard by the smooth baritone of his voice modulated by his helmet. It was oddly alluring.

“Hey now you aren’t the only one in the guild! I have to save some for the rest of the guys!”

The Mandalorian just gave him a pointed look somehow with that helmet on.

“Fine fine, but only know I let you do this because you’re my favorite Mando.”

The Mandalorian was about to take the collection and leave before Greef Carga said “Hold up, I have to warn you about this one job.”

Carga grabbed a puck out of the pile and initiated the display.

A young Mon Calamari showed up.

“Krath Wilgi, a Nobel men’s son. Not sure what he has a bounty on him for but the guy’s paranoid. He’s hold up in some fancy mid rim hotel with a squad of mercenaries guarding him. Not that I doubt your abilities Mando but this might be a bit much for just one person. Plus you’d be out of your element on such a... developed planet.”

“I’ll be fine.” Was all the Mandalorian said before making a motion to leave.

Suddenly I had an idea.

“Wait!” I jumped out of my seat and strode over to the table the two were sitting at.

Two sets of eyes, one behind a beskar helmet, bored into me.

Time to work my charm.

“Forgive me for eavesdropping gentlemen but I overheard that a certain bounty might give you some trouble.”

I really wish I didn’t look like such a complete mess right now but I’ll have to make due.

“As it so happens my specialty is dealing with rich men holed up behind their security.”

I turned to the Mandalorian, directly addressing him.

“I don’t doubt your abilities for a second Mandalorian but it doesn’t hurt to avoid a waste of ammunition and avoidable danger. With that armor of yours you aren’t exactly subtle. I can get past those mercenaries and deliver the quarry right to you.”

The Mandalorian said nothing, giving no indication to how he felt about the prospect.

“Besides mastering the art of subtlety I’m also pretty good with a blaster and even better with a blade. So you wouldn’t have to worry about me dragging you down.”

Still nothing.

“I’m assuming you’d want something in return right dear?” Carga piped in.

I turned my head towards him before I answered.

“Naturally of course. Obviously I’m not from the outer rim. I need some credits to get me back home. I just need enough for some repairs for my ship as well as enough fuel to get me back to the inner rim.”

“What got you stranded here in the first place.” That strangely alluring voice said.

I turned back to the Mandalorian a bit shocked that he actually spoke.

“Let’s just say a serious of... unforeseen circumstances happened. My hunt didn’t go exactly as planned.”

“How do I know this bad luck of yours won’t follow me?”

Prick.

“Bad luck? If my luck was bad I wouldn’t be alive now would I?”

All I got was a scoff in response.

“Look, I’m good at what I do. All I’m asking for is enough credits to cover my trip back to the inner rim.”

“I took more than one job, you’d be stuck with me for the other ones as well.”

“That’s fine by me.” I say my voice dripping with sultriness.

It usually worked on most men but the Mandalorian seemed to be an outlier.

“Deal?” I tentatively said offering this ‘Mando’ my hand.

For a few seconds nothing happened. I was about to dejectedly withdraw my hand before his finally reached out and griped mine.

“Deal.”