No. 1
BARBATOS
It was routine. The Bounty Hunter had accepted a job from a mysterious employer, they had no name, they had no way to contact them, they were only ever going to be watching, or so they had claimed. Normally, a deal such as this sounded rotten to the core, but with the credits they were offering? Fett couldn't resist, and so he rolled the dice. Koda was meticulous by nature, and a lesser Hunter was bound to find themselves running cold weeks ago. Fett, however, had come to Barbatos. The soon to be final resting place of that Runaway Droid with more secrets one can poke a stick at. Or, well, so he thought...The Mandalorian's booted feet shuffled slowly across the expensive material that was the flooring beneath his feet. One after another, the only sound that appeared to exist was the rain outside, muffled right down, and that of his boots colliding with the ground. There was nothing in sight, not on his scanners, not in his peripherals. This place was as dead as Jango's old bones. Yet, nevertheless, Fett proceeded onward. His Carbine raised, caution flowing through him. If what he had discovered was true, the Droid was sure to put up a fight. And on unfamiliar territory? It was never a good idea to be too headstrong.
Although, this place truly was empty. A singular datapad resided on the floor, and Fett crouched down to grasp at it with his left hand. It's condition was oddly pristine, and the code presented upon the screen reflected upon his visor. Fett couldn't make any sense of it.
Had the trail run cold, or had it never existed?
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