The Newcomer

The planet Mandalor, witness to countless conflicts throughout its rich, yet violent history. From the early days of the Republic to the golden age of the Empire currently, all have fought for the strategic planet, for its resources, weapons, ships and warriors. The planet was barren, rendered lifeless after the Mandalorian Civil War, all that's left is a white, dry, uninhabitable expanse. The space port, on the other hand, was always full of life, a hub of activity, countless ships of all shapes and sizes flew into port, dropping off cargo, doing business with buyers of all varieties of goods and services, especially bounty collection. Many a body had been left in the wake of Mandalore's bounty hunters, be they major players, or small time hustlers looking for a quick score. The bar at the port was one of the most well known on the planet, Te Basilisk's kovid, or The Basilisk's Head in common.

The bar itself always had little to no light, save for the occasion lamp at the bar, and at a table here and there. It was not the upscale, casino esque bars where business tycoons and mobsters roamed freely, nor was it the back end of a sarlaac pit full of the scum of the universe. It was somewhere in between. Currently, there was a man sitting on a bar stool nursing a glass of Corellian brandy, the taste of the cool liquid soothing his throat. He was a man of a medium build, standing at six feet tall at the shoulder, had a small, black beard on his face, which had tan skin, and wore a mish mash of armor pieces, the most common being imperial plastoid. His helmet however, betrayed his ancestry and origin, the infamous T shaped visor clearly showing his mandalorian heritage, the blue paint accenting the contours of his helmet. The bartender, a bothan, meandered over to where he sat, and began to clean a shot glass.

"Haven't seen you here before, what's your story stranger?" the bothan asked, making the Mandalorian push his helmet forward a bit, surprising the bartender.

"A Mandalorian, don't usually see your folk around here much, most of them pursuing bounties. What's your name stranger?"

"Tos Olgyg."

The man, Tos, wasn't in a real mood to talk. He had just failed to collect three bounties he had signed for, and his reputation had plummited to the lowest of the low. Tos was practically a nobody now. He had worked so hard to become a force to be reckoned with by the local private security services and gang bosses. Many a night he had to spend in place to catch his targets, hours upon hours spent patiently waiting for the right moment to strike. All of that success gone in just a few hours. Nobody wanted to hire him. He had gone to his usual clients for a score, but they just gave him a look and walked away, talking to a different rising bounty hunter in the process. He was at rock bottom, and he doubted that anything could help him or his reputation.

"Nice to meet you Tos. If I may ask, what are you doing here, aren't mandalorians bounty hunters by trade, or at least mercenaries?"

"I've run down on my luck, haven't been able to get any contracts lately."

This caused the bothan to chuckle a bit, the mandalorian to give him a glowering stare. The bothan raised his hands in surrender, still somewhat chuckling. The bothan could tell by that stare that this man wasn't one to mess around with, even if he was in a near pitiful state.

"I wasn't making fun of you Tos, I was just laughing at how an opportunity to, how do you say, 'collect' a payment from a usual to my bar just showed up. It's not the 10k credits that you are accustomed to getting, knowing the skills of a mando as a fighter, but it may get you back on your feet," the bothan said.

"Who, where, and how much?" Tos asked candidly

"Straight and to the point, I like that. His name is Dreval, a chiss who's run up quite a debt to me, but is unwilling to pay, and hightailed it to the local police, blabbering some things that he shouldn't have. Currently, he's under house arrest in the workers district until they bring him in for questioning, and they have me under close watch. Now I can't really go anywhere, besides my bar, the market, and my house without looking suspicious, so I have no way to reach him. But, if you can knock some sense into him and make him pay up, along with forgetting everything he knows and denying what he said to the police, I will give you a hefty sum of credits to compensate for your efforts. Around 2k credits, what do you say?" he said, stretching his arm out for a handshake.

Two thousand credits? Just for a shake up? That's it? It seemed too good to be true, it really did. He happens to be down on his luck, with no plan to fix his situation, then out of nowhere he gets offered money to go collect money from a stingy bar patron. Well, Tos guesses that the universe has something else in store for him other than drinking his sorrows and guilt away. He nodded once and shook the bothan's hand, drinking the rest of the brandy and setting the glass near the bartender, hefting his blaster onto his shoulder whilst leaving the bar. He got onto his speeder, and made his way to the market, his blaster was near empty and he didn't want to chance running out of ammo on the job.

He parked his speeder near the entrance of the market and looked around. There was a four way street, the sidewalks lined with market booths with some selling fruits and meats, while others were dealing in less that honorable practices, twileks and togrutas bound in chains near a booth, while a sleazy toydarian and an Anomid bartered over the price of the slaves. Anomids were humanoid, with grey hair and silver-blue eyes, and stood around five feet tall. He disregarded them and made his way to a weapons shop he's visited before, The Gunslinger's Arsenal, walking into the building after the automatic sliding door opened.

The shop had shelves displaying numerous weapons, from rebel and imperial blasters, to corellian designs, mon calamari blasters, and some mandalorian blasters here and there. His blaster, a corellian make, was wearing down, and needed to be replaced before it broke completely. Tos began to browse the shelves skimming over the rebel blasters, not even looking at the imperial models. While he didn't have anything personal against the Empire, he couldn't bring himself to purchase their weaponry. It was a similar situation for rebel blasters and equipment. He didn't respect either side enough to consider their equipment viable replacements. The store owner, a corellian by the name of Amanuel, waved at him from the counter and went back to inspecting a blaster that piqued Tos's interest. It was of the Clone War era, that much he could tell, a medium sized blaster, with a plasma magazine coming out of the side, and a foldable stock. It looked like a experimental E-11 blaster rifle the stormtroopers use, only more rudimentary

"Amanuel, what blaster is that" he asked, the store owner looked up from inspecting the weapon.

"This is a DC-15s blaster carbine, used by the Old Republic during the Clone War. It was very hard to come by, had to sweet talk some higher ups at Blas Tech, but I got it. I also managed to get its bigger counterpart, the DC-15a blaster rifle. Both combined would amount to about 1k credits. Very good collector items, and even better blasters in the hands of a trained expert," Amanuel said, pulling out the blaster rifle and setting it down near the carbine.

Tos had the required amount, but he wasn't sure if it would affect him negatively in the long run. He looked at his used corellian blaster, the paint chipping away at some parts of the blaster, the mechanisms nearly broken from use. He decided that he will pay the required amount, with a little cut of the price due to him selling his blaster to Amanuel, and left the building, holding the blaster rifle while the carbine was on his back, held there by a magnetized piece of armor.

He was walking near a food vendor, the Devaronian selling bantha steaks to passerbys, when he was thrown off of his feet by an explosion. He turned upright in mid air, and landed crouched, with the DC-15a drawn. He had a light ringing in his ear, but he shook it off, his armor taking the brunt of the shockwave and sound. Fire had spread onto several booths, others near the explosion were incinerated, the goods of each booth smoking and burnt. He saw the perpetrators hightailing it from the scene, catching a glimpse of the rebel symbol on their armor as they turned left into an alley. Tos was pushed to the side as imperial stormtroopers arrived onto the scene, some of the fire brigade with them began to put out the fire. He turned to a stormtrooper who walked up to him.

"Mandalorian, do you know who did this, and where they went?" he asked, though it sounded like a demand.

"What's in it for me?" he asked.

"There is a five hundred credit reward for the capture of the rebel cell in this area, three hundred for helpful information," the stormtrooper said.

"They went left down the third alley on this street to the left."

The stormtrooper handed him a handful of credits and signaled to the rest of his squad, the imperials booking it to the alley in question, with Tos walking back to his speeder three hundred credits richer. Like he said earlier, he didn't respect either side, but he was willing to work with them if offered the right amount of credits. He flew off towards the workers district, dodging the numerous cars and speeder bikes of imperials as he made his way. As he was flying across the city, he noticed a nice bar not too far from the district and parked his speeder outside, putting the vehicle in lockdown mode and walking to the workers district. It was a medium sized district, with crowds of people clogging the streets to make it to their jobs on time, occasionally resulting in a fight, which will escalate into a brawl, where stormtroopers will have to break up the fight with force if needed.

He decided to ask around to see if anyone knew of the chiss he was looking for. But so far, no results. Everyone he asked either looked away and made an excuse to leave, or just didn't know. It was starting to look like his previous contracts, and he didn't like that. He leaned onto the side of an abandoned house and lit up a deathstick, blowing the smoke in the form of a ring, smiling at his skill. He waited for a while, puffing his deathstick every now and then as he pondered his options. He could get the info by force, but that would raise unwanted attention, and that he couldn't have at the moment. He could bribe...no, he was running low on credits, only having about four hundred left. He sighed at his luck.

"Dreval better keep my business on the down low, or else he won't be seeing daylight after today," a voice said, making Tos snap his head towards the voice, identifying it as a Bith talking to a twilek dressed in elaborate garbs. Perhaps his luck was turning around after all. He smirked, and made his way over to the Bith, making sure to keep out of sight as he walked through the crowd of people, blending in well despite wearing glaringly obvious plastoid armor. The bith and twilek were so engrossed in their conversation, that they didn't notice his approach until he grabbed the bith's shoulder, making him and the twilek jump in surprise.

"Gentlemen, may I talk to you somewhere more, privately," he said, with a cold, threatening tone in his voice, which made the twilek and bith agree with shaky nods. He led them to an abandoned factory building, and shoved them onto the ground. His methods were sometimes called cruel or sadistic, but those that said those words didn't have the kill record or bounty record he had. His methods got the job done, and he was fine with that.

"I am looking for a chiss named Dreval, know the name?" Tos asked.

"What's it to ya huh?" the bith asked.

Tos took note of the twilek slowly backing away.

"I am a personal friend of his, and I need to talk to him about urgent matters regarding a certain debt he owes, know where he is?" he said in a facetious manner.

"Yea I know where that scumbag lives, but what's in it for me, why should I tell you?" the bith asked in an arrogant tone.

"Because you will leave this building alive if you talk. If not, they will be broadcasting you and your friend's brutal murder across the holo net tomorrow," Tos said in a candid, detached way, noticing the paling of the twileks face, who looked incredulously at his bith companion when he scoffed.

"You don't have the balls mandalorian. I run a massive enterprise under the nose of the law, selling goods that you would find nowhere else. I also have a lot of bounty hunters on my beck and call, so it would be in your best interests to not threaten me," the bith said, his twilek friend finally screamed in fear and made a break for it, falling to the ground with a pained grunt as he was shot, smoke coming out of Tos's DC-15s as he pointed it towards the bith.

"I think that you should start talking, or you will end up like your friend there," he said.

"Alright I'll talk! Dreval lives on Val rum street, third house on the right!" he said, pissing himself in the process.

Tos grimaced in disgust, and shot the bith. That was disgusting, at least face your death in a presentable manner, not cowering and pissing yourself like a coward. He left the warehouse with his blaster on his shoulder, quickly making his way to the street the bith told him Dreval lives on. He looked around, eventually spotting the third house on the right side of the street. It was a two story house made with durasteel. It wasn't fancy or elaborate, simple in design. He walked up to the house, quickly hiding behind a building when he saw imperial scout troopers on the rooftops with E-11 long range blasters in their hands. He quickly counted four in total as he moved from house to house, being careful enough to stay out of the imperial's watch, and slipped to the house.

This is Anon, and I am sorry if this is not nearly as long as you liked. I am trying out this idea, and I deleted my previous star wars story, as it ground to a halt and was headed nowhere. I apologize for the extremely long publish time, but it took a bit to come up with the details and such. Leave reviews, and suggestions of any new oc's of yours that you would like to see in this new story.

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