Mandalorian
THE PRICE OF SILENCE
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Torvyn took any contract he could his hands on, however, he was picky. He picked the most challenging ones. If they were difficult to complete, the higher the pay out.
He sat there in a cantina that was attached to a larger casino and hotel on the planet of Carratos. A planet ruled by greed. Despite that notion, It was a nice establishment. It was a large circular structure, almost like a coliseum, with a bar in the middle with seats, and booths all around it in a circular shape. The lights were dimmed but he could still see that it was largely bathed in violet neon. It was surrounded by a hive of scum and villainy but Torvyn didn't care. That was his type of place to do business and pleasure. He sat at an empty booth waiting for his contact.
After about an hour, after many patrons came and went, a woman sat down in front of him occupying his booth. She had a blonde messy bun, a freckle on her right cheek, and she dressed in a leather jacket and cargo pants with boots. Nothing special, but still, Torvyn saw the beauty in her. She was absolutely gorgeous. He closed the curtain so there was more privacy and no one could eavesdrop, if they did, they would get a swift blaster bolt between the eyes. He prayed that no one was that stupid.
“What do ya got for me?” the words echoed through as he took a swig of his drink.
A small datachip slid across the table between them.
“Torvyn Kade,” she said, like she’d already paid for the right to use his name. “I was told you don’t ask unnecessary questions.”
Torvyn didn’t touch the chip yet.
“Depends who’s asking.”
A faint smile touched her lips. “Someone with credits. And a problem that requires permanence… or precision.”
She tapped the chip once.
“Everything you need is on there. But I’ll give you the short version.”
Contract Details
Client: Lyra Venata
Profession: Trade Liaison (unofficial), information broker by necessity
Payment Offered: 85,000 credits
40,000 upfront
45,000 upon completion
Target Profile
Name: Dax Renvar
Species: Human
Occupation: Former Republic intelligence asset, now rogue operative
Last Known Location: Outer Rim — frequently operating between smuggling routes near Nar Shaddaa and independent trade corridors
Objective
Primary Option: Capture alive for extraction and return
Secondary Option: Terminate if capture is not viable
Condition:
If terminated, retrieval of personal data core (implanted at base of spine) is required as proof.
Torvyn finally picked up the chip, turning it once between his fingers.
“Rogue intelligence,” he muttered. “That kind doesn’t stay alive by accident.”
“No,” Lyra replied evenly. “He stays alive because people underestimate him.”
A beat passed.
Then she leaned in slightly.
“He was my partner.”
Not grief. Not exactly. Something colder.
“He sold out a network. Dozens of people. Some of them didn’t die quickly.” Her eyes locked onto his. “I’m not asking for revenge. I’m asking for closure.”
Torvyn held her gaze a moment longer than necessary, like he was measuring the truth—not in her words, but in how steady she stayed under pressure.
“Alive pays more,” he said.
“I know.” she responded slightly more aggressively
“And if I bring him back breathing,” Torvyn continued, “what you do after that isn’t my concern.”
A flicker of something dark crossed her expression.
“Correct.” she said with a smile of deviousness.
Additional Clauses
Target is considered highly dangerous and tactically trained
Known to employ deception, false identities, and bait tactics
May attempt to manipulate Contractor psychologically
Bonus: +10,000 credits if target is delivered alive and conscious
Torvyn set the chip down, but didn’t push it back.
“You’re not telling me everything,” he said flatly.
Lyra didn’t deny it.
“Neither are you.”
Silence stretched between them. Then—
A credit chip joined the datachip on the table. Upfront payment.
No hesitation.
That told him more than her story did.
Torvyn placed his hand over both, claiming them in one smooth motion.
“Alright,” he said.
No theatrics. No dramatic acceptance.
Just certainty.
“I’ll find him.”
He stood, already done with the conversation.
Behind him, Lyra spoke one last time:
“If he talks—”
“He won’t,” Torvyn cut in.
A pause.
“Not unless I want him to.”
And just like that, the hunt had begun. Torvyn smiled slightly, took one more shot of his beverage, and slid his helmet back over his head before leaving the establishment.
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