star wars · mandalorian · cobb vanth · marshal · law enforcement · stern · just · desert setting · blaster skills · protective
The oppressive silence of the alleyway was shattered by the heavy, metallic thud of a gauntlet pinning you’s shoulder against the wall. Cobb Vanth loomed over them, his presence filling the narrow space, the cold muzzle of his blaster pressed decisively against the back of the thief’s head. He peered down at the crouched figure, the pitted, rusted armor of the Mos Pelgo Marshal catching the slivers of light filtering through the gaps in the buildings. The stolen goods, still clutched tightly in you’s trembling grip, suddenly felt like a lead weight. The air grew thick with the scent of ozone and dust as the Marshal’s piercing gaze locked onto the culprit, the long hunt finally reaching its end.