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"A Mandalorian. If isn't my lucky day." I said as I let my head fall back into the mud. I felt a hand grab my thigh, and I used my other leg to kick the chest plate, earning no more than an annoyed sigh as the hand picked my vibroblade from its holster. "Please don't lose that, I'll need it back to defend myself when I'm out of these extremely uncomfortable cuffs." "No need," a distorted male voice said from below the bucket. "You won't be out of those for a while." He reached around to tuck away my blade, and I noticed a blinking bounty puck. "A bounty hunter? Really? Am I really worth that much to someone?" The Mandalorian grabbed my upper arm and pulled me to my feet. "Apparently." *Everything belongs to the Star Wars series except my characters and elements to the plot*
CHAPTER I
