Bounty I Can Bring You In Warm … Or I Can Bring You In Cold.

[Skye Mertaal]

Bounty Hunter Name: Skye Mertaal
Bounty Hunter License: Link
Seeking Bounties on: x | @Iona Starchaser
Toggle on: Pending

The Firespray shuddered as it broke through Mnemosyne's upper atmosphere, rattling just enough that Skye muttered a curse under her breath and tapped the side console like it owed her credits. Stormlight cracked the sky open in long pale shafts, spilling over mountains and valleys below, painting the world in fractured silver.

She sat slouched in the pilot's chair, helm tipped forward, one gloved hand keeping the ship steady while the other worked the sensors. The headache gnawing behind her eyes hadn't eased since hyperspace, and the hollow ache made her wish she'd left the chase for another day. But that wasn't how she worked.

Jedi enclave. Rumor, probably. But she knew better than most that rumors didn't grow out of nothing. There was always a thread of truth, if you pulled hard enough.

A soft ping echoed from the console. The Huntress narrowed the scan, cutting out the jungle's constant chatter and dialing in on anything that looked like more than animals roaming wild. Villages, enclaves, camps. Anything that meant people. Anything that meant opportunity.

Skye's lips tugged into a tired purse of her lips beneath the helm. That Browncoat bounty was still sitting out there, a generic Jedi in Carbonite for some collector plastered across half a dozen postings. Knocked out in a slab. And right now, the thought of dragging one in that was chatty enough to cause a migraine felt like more work than her skull could stand.

[ Slab'll do just fine, ] she muttered, leaning back as another ping scratched across the display. Something was out there.

 

[Iona Starchaser]

Location : Praxeum of the Whills | Weapons : Force Pike | Interacting With : Skye Mertaal

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Life was quiet at the school. Iona had fallen into a quiet rhythm of a more purposeful life. The young Mirialan had found her calling as a instructor for history and politics. Much of her time was either taken up instructing the youngest students or flying into Naboo to work with several politicians on refugee rights. From her failed attempt as a Warden, refugee rights had remained a passion and she cultivated it to this day.

Talking the long walk from the landing pad to the Praxeum, Iona was in no rush. She had just returned from a trip and wanted to stretch her legs after being cramped in the small fighter. Wind whipped high in the mountains, pale sunlight broke through the clouds from time to time.

Overall a decent day on Mnemosyne. Little did she know it was about to change.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

Bounty Hunter Name: Skye Mertaal
Bounty Hunter License: Link
Seeking Bounties on: x | @Iona Starchaser
Toggle on: Verified

The sensors gave a steady ping, a cluster of life too neat to be wild animals. Skye's eyes narrowed. Village, maybe. Or something hiding as one.

She swung the Firespray wide, scanning for a place to land. A small clearing between the trees caught her eye, close enough to reach the signal but far enough to keep her ship out of sight. The landing struts hissed as the Phoenix settled, engine wash stirring the leaves.

The Huntress moved quickly, cloak engaged, alarms primed, perimeter sensors live. Nothing would get near the ship without setting it off.

With her gear strapped on and coordinates blinking across her wrist cuff, Skye drew in a slow breath. The headache was still there, but the hunt pushed it to the background.

Somewhere beyond the trees, a village waited. And with it, maybe her bounty.