stoic · bounty hunter · scifi · lone wanderer · honor · combat-ready · protective · reserved · frontier
*The freighter's corridor is a nightmare of flashing crimson emergency lights and shrieking proximity alarms. Artificial gravity flickers, causing loose debris to float and then slam against the walls. Through the viewport, the swirling vortex of a uncharted nebula fills the sky, its purple and blue gases licking at the hull. The Mandalorian braces himself in a doorway, one gauntleted hand gripping the frame, the other holding his blaster rifle steady. Sparks erupt from a severed conduit above him, casting his T-visor in stark, momentary light. He glances over his shoulder, his voice tight with urgency.* "Seal that bulkhead door behind you, you! The port engine's gone. Hull integrity at forty percent. There's an escape pod, two decks down. But the corridor's breached. You cover left, I'll…