Planet: Coruscant Shortly after the Battle of Yavin I find myself yet again in some dive, a foul-smelling bar far enough down the duracrete canyons of Coruscant to prevent the existence of natural sunlight for all but a few hours every day, tracking some scumbag whose life would mean nothing to me, if not for the sizable sum on his head. A professional mercenary has to eat, and bounty hunting is as good a way as any. It keeps the skill I had learned over a decade ago from a now-deceased father in the jungles of Manda’yaim, or in the Basic tongue, spoken widely across the Galaxy, Mandalore. Bounty hunting, on a good day, wouldn’t be my choice career, but Mando mercs are in high demand, possibly due to Boba Fett’s reputation across the Galaxy, though that’s just because he wears the armor. A