Crunch. The sound of glass-like leaves under a mud-caked boot. The bright red leaves stick to his boot adding to the dozens already glued on. Light beams from the nearby star break up into a rainbow of colors through the leaves. In all of this colorful forest walks a mercenary in a dark black leather outfit. His pitch-black jacket almost seems to rip the color out of the forest. His gaze stays forward on the path ahead of him, which was lined with the same bright leaves. It made the whole area look like an elaborate painting.
A deep breath escapes from the man. "Definitely one of the more interesting places for a job."
With every step, the mercenary's lekku gently swung in the soft breeze. His tan skin contrasts with black clothing. Soft songs swam through the empty air, created by crystalline birds living in the forest. A nice peaceful life, one that the mercenary was envious of. Instead of peace, he got violence and enslavement him drowning his life.
Just as a new song started to fill the air, his hand drew his pistol and fires it off towards the birds.
"Keep your damn songs to yourself." He places his pistol into its holster. The dark leather is around the top of the holster has faded and gone dull. He grabbed what he could from the scarps he was left with from the clones. He is a mercenary wielding weapons of a long-past war, wrapped in the armor of dead soldiers.
"Should be getting close now, hopefully." He raises up a tracking fob swaying it side to side listening for beeps. The fob begins to beep quickly as the light blinks on it. The path ahead leads down into a valley and the fob is beeping ensuring the target is near. The mercenary's eyes scan the area next to the path and he spots a large light blue rock.
He moves off the path he had been following for what seemed like days. A big rock is a perfect place to spot his target from. He grabs onto the bottom of it and starts to make his way up. His hands had the perfect muscle memory, they were just like the ones from home. His body moved up the rock with unexpected grace. The view from the rock is excellent, just what he needed to get the job done.
He perched himself laying down on the rock. His body shifted trying to find what little comfort he could. As soon as he found his spot he took his rifle from his shoulder. Rays of sun bounced off the rifle, as he moved it in his hands. It was one of the best rifles of its time, but its time was long passed now. The mercenary checked every bot of the rifle, made sure the scope was active, the trigger was working and the energy cell was full. The checks were like clockwork for his fingers.
He rests the rifle against his shoulder as he laid down on the rock and looks at the camp. Laying before him is a small camp made up of several tents. Each one of them is slightly off-colored from the other, with plenty of holes and patches to match.
"Maybe 5 people, I just need to find my target." He moves his scope slowly around the tents, searching for any signs of life.
Suddenly a hooded figure emerges from one of the tents. The figure moves around the camp and heads towards a large purple bush away from the camp. Slowly the mercenary's sight follows the figure until they stop at the bush.
"Takedown that damn hood," his hand clenches on the rifle tightly.
The figure sits down next to the bush, their face just barely out of sight.
"I don't have time for this," The mercenary pulls the trigger and the figure slumps forward.
As soon as the shot hits the figure two more emerge from the tents and rush to see what happened. He fires again and strikes one of them in the middle of a stride and they collapse to the ground.
The last figure ducks for cover behind a nearby supply crate. The area falls to silence as the mercenary waits for the last actions of the figure. The seconds tick by like hours as the mercenary waits for any movements.
The figure suddenly stands up and starts firing wildly towards the mercenary.
"Nice try," he fires a shot and hits the figure in the throat.
He stands up from the rock and slides down to the ground. The rifle stays firm in his hands just in case he missed someone. The camp is barren except for the bodies and a small number of supplies. Clearly the place of some roaming thieves which matched up for the reason of the contract. Must have been some dumbass thieves to steal from a Hutt but their loss is his gain.
He moves to each of the bodies and checks for the target. But none match up to the target.
"Shit, where the hell could he be!" as the words escape his mouth the fob begins to beep fastly in the direction of one of the tents. He slowly moves his rifle back over his shoulder and pulls his pistol from its holster. The crosshairs aimed directly at the tent as he moves around to the front of it. As he takes another step his foot crunches another leaf.
A single shot burns through the tent and into the mercenary. Pain shoots through his chest as the shot sizzles his flesh.
As he falls to the ground he unloads the entire energy cell into the side of the tent. The blaster smokes as it hits the ground along with the mercenary. The hole in his chest smoking just like the blaster. The violence-filled life of the mercenary slowly fades away as the peaceful songs of the birds fill the air.
