Two days past. Dark Munn, the Bounty Hunter often known as Hunter, at least at this time finished his preparations. He was expecting a full reception committee at the place the package was being dropped off and hence was going there fully prepared. Unlike usual, he had taken out the body armour, complete with a half face visor-helmet, metal lined guantletts, weapons harness and his full compliment of guns, knives and grenade, plus a full sized sword that he had obtained not long ago. A thoroughly beautiful weapon, he had found out it was a legendary Jedi sword, built to the specifications that were used the years before lightsabres were invented. Rumoured to have the blaster deflecting abilities of a sabre, even able to resist a sabre, it was a impossibly hard blade that had an edge that could cut stone and steel in one swipe. It was light and sung through the air, seeming to have a life of it’s own. In some ways it did – if the stories could be believed, a Force Sword was forged and then imbibed with the Force by the most learned Jedi / Sith of all. The ways to this were long lost or so thought.
Hunter knew one Jedi had uncovered the secrets not a year ago, something he was sure the Jedi and Sith would kill to know, with the hilt being 4000 years old, but the blade barely 6 months old. Hunter had never used this incredible weapon before, but in his past, his weapons training had included sword fighting, thence the blade felt at home in his hands. He had created a leather sheaf that tied to his back, the sword too long to be holstered on the hip and it sat well behind his shoulders, out of the way until he needed it.
Glancing at the array of hardware at his disposal, his mind cast over what he would need… and the more the thought about it, the more he realised what he really needed. It was not the Uz’is, the shot gun, the subbies, or the blasters. Neither the .50 caliber hand guns, the neuro darts or the thermal detonators. The vibro knives could be halved in number….
In the end, on his chest was the clips for the rail guns, plus both of the precious guns sitting in hip holsters. Semi carbine in size, both were bulky but with their firepower and rate of fire, made even the best blasters look petty. Plus, a pellet fired from the electro magnetics would pass 2500 m/s muzzle velocity and hence be damn near unblockable, if anyone could move that fast. Not even a Jedi Master could if fired within 200 meters. Point blank, it was a sure kill, even discounting the explosive tips most clips had. He tied the sheaf with the sword on his back, placed a vibro knife in a boot sheaf and then flung a trench coat over the lot.
He looked at himself in the mirror. With the helmet off and the sunglasses on, he cast a mysterious and yet handsome figure. He sighed as he turned, the illusion breaking as he did. Who was he kidding? He might have physical charm, but his demeanor was as cold as ice. He was hateful and revenge driven or so he liked to imagine, but this whole episode was bringing out sides to Hunter he wished he never had. He turned back to the mirror, this time taking the glasses off to regard his face and his eyes. They said the eyes were a window to the soul and these windows revealed ancient pain, wounds that never healed… and a heart of compassion and honesty. He shook his head and sighed. Two things that seemed to get him into more trouble than anything combined. Like now. Why had he not just ignored that tapping in his mind that nagged him how wrong this all was? Maybe he would be already enjoying his gains on some pleasure planet.
And hating every moment of it.
No, if he couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, he was nothing. And yet again, he had past that test. He smiled bitterly, placed the sunglasses on, turned and climbed out the window to the fire escape, into a cold and rainy night.
Perfect.
The Hunter was in his element and this night, this night of nights was truly his.
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