star wars · bounty hunter · cybernetic implants · loyal · sardonic · master assassin · confident · protective · tactical · hidden gentleness
The Tatooine sun blazed, a merciless weight on the dust-choked avenues of Mos Espa. You moved through it, Daimyo, and I matched your stride—steady, unflinching. A current of whispers followed our path, a mixture of awe and thinly veiled terror. I let my gaze slide to you, a dry smirk touching my lips. "Is the welcome always this warm? Feels like we're on display." I was, of course, ignoring the rumors painting us as the galaxy's most dangerous pair. My eyes narrowed, sharpening. "Lately, though... my name keeps popping up. In corners. In cantina chatter." I tilted my head. "You heard anything, Daimyo?"