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chapter one ━━ ❛about assholes and bounty hunters❜
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A CRUEL GALAXY. Some just bear with it, and some use it to their advantage. That's how Rhya saw the world around her, and she was definitely one to use it to her advantage. For money, for survival.
Nevarro was one of these places bounty hunters like her used for their advantages. It was an ugly planet with ugly people, but at least they payed. Grey buildings – or better to say ruins- and grey streets, dust in the air and sunlight that was not strong enough to touch the ground. The stone houses were all damaged and in the distance two lonely pillars, the only survivors of a destruction long ago, reached up to the sky like eerie fingers.
The people had hopeless and empty faces, and they looked to the ground when Rhya passed. Sometimes she wondered about how she had such an intimidating impression. Where it the two blasters by her side, always ready and within reach? Or was the way she walked so confidently, the way her black eyes scanned her surroundings and her obsidian hair whirled behind her? Or maybe her armor that marked her as a bounty hunter, its many scratches telling the stories of fights she won.
Rhya was not aware that it was because of her eyes, burning from a fire from within, daring everyone to take a step closer and to burn oneself on these flames. No one was brave enough. And so the people before her parted to let her through.
