Midnight on Nevarro

2026-01-25T00:00:00Z

The cantina is quieter at midnight. Most of the rowdy crowd has gone, leaving only the serious drinkers and those with nowhere else to be.

I sit in the corner, back to the wall, helmet on. My usual spot. The droid server knows my order—warm broth, nothing stronger. Need to stay sharp even now.

Greef left an hour ago. We settled the contract. A Nikto pirate crew that'd been raiding Guild shipments. Simple job, clean takedown. He paid in credit sticks and information.

Said there's a rumor of other Mandalorians on the edge of the sector. Maybe not just rumors this time. I've followed enough dead leads to be cautious, but hope... hope is harder to kill than a kriffing krayt dragon.

This was after the job he mentioned in his earlier message—see A Message from Karga.

The neon lights flicker. Someone in the corner is playing a sad tune on a slit-drum. It reminds me of the covert, somehow. The songs we'd sing after the forge cooled.

I finish my broth and head back to the ship. Another day. Another hunt.

This is the way.

The Hunter's Code

2026-01-15T00:00:00Z

"The hunter doesn't judge the target. The hunter doesn't decide guilt or innocence. The hunter executes the contract. Fifty thousand credits for a living prisoner. Not because Sorr deserves mercy, but because the contract specifies it. This is the difference between us and them. Between bounty hunters and assassins. We have rules. We have codes. This is the way."

Sorr tried to appeal to my emotions. To my past. To the purge that took my family.

He didn't understand. My armor doesn't carry grudges. My helmet doesn't see revenge. I am the contract. I am the code.

He'll face the New Republic's justice. That's more than he gave his victims.

Related: the job, the choice, the creed

This is the way.

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Midnight on Nevarro

The Hunter's Code