The Bodyguard | The Bad Batch

The next day I find the planet with this crime lord. It happens to be a small moon, so if I went there asking questions people would find out. I instead find an asteroid, where I dock my shop , close to it and watch for any signs of a ship that matches the description I got yesterday. I wait here for what seems like forever when a ship exits hyperspace, it matches the description perfectly, it heads to the moon planet where I wish I could follow but it could break my cover. I need to corner them, where they can't have backup and call for help, so I can explain myself. Kriff. How will that play out?

What do I say to a bunch of clones who I am supposed to protect. Hi I'm Cassalyn. Nice to meet you, I'm here to protect you. I groan and begin pacing in the small area of my ship. I have never done a job like this before, I have done other bodyguard jobs but never been hired by a secondary person. In my five years of being a bounty hunter I have only done two protecting details, both of which I just stood there and looked scary to stop people from getting stupid ideas. This job will... Be dangerous. I am protecting run away clones from the Empire. The stars forsaken Empire. What have you gotten yourself into, Cas? 

I have never been the protector before, always the protected, sure I learned to protect myself but only myself. There had always been someone else, first my brother then Corran. Kayton...My brother, he was always there for me, making me laugh, stopping me from seeing all the bad the universe had to offer. He was always there till he wasn't. I'm playing with my necklace again, the cool metal smooth against my finger tips. It's a silver chain with a small circle pendant, engraved on it is my last name Reves and words in my native tongue. Let the stars guide you. I drop the pendant and sigh slumping down onto my chair, scrubbing at my face. I try to regain my composure, this always happens when I start thinking about him. Stop! I hit myself on the head with my palms and growl, I can't let myself go into this spiral again, not when I have important things to be doing. I stand up and start pacing the area of my cockpit again, this is the most bored I have been in weeks. 

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I'm about to fall asleep when the most annoying beeping sound goes off. I groan and hit the button where the beeping is coming from to shut it up. I then realize what I just hit and am suddenly sobered up. Shit. I get up and look out the cockpit windows and see the same ship from earlier fly past. Oh crap. I flick switches and buttons to power up the ship and turn on my cloaking so my ship isn't visible to others. I keep close distance to the clones' ship and lock onto their hyperspace link, so I can follow them to wherever they end up next.

Sitting in hyperspace I start to panic. What the hell do I do? Ughhhh. I slam my face down onto the control board, making a beep in anger as a response. I sit up and look out the window, the shades of blues swirl and mix together creating a beautiful image for me to look at. I have always found hyperspace so beautiful since the very first time I entered it. Just as soon as I enter hyperspace I exit it.

The planet before is one I have heard before but never been to. Ord Mantell, a planet for trouble basically. It makes sense that a group of runaway clones decided to inhabit this place, people don't ask questions in places like this, it's nice when you don't want to be found, I would know. I follow the ship all the way to the docking bay, which I don't enter because that would give my position away. I can't let them know I'm here, yet. I find an empty rooftop and dock my ship there. I pray that no one discovers my ship while I'm gone because that would add to my very long list of problems. 

From the roof I watch them exit the ship through my rangefinder, I study the five characters that exit the ship. A large bald man with some sort of scar on the left side of his face wearing dark grey armor, a pale cyborg looking man with dark grey armor, a smaller looking man wearing large google and white armor. The last two to leave were a short girl with blonde hair and a man with shoulder length hair with a red headband pulling it back and wearing the same dark grey armor as the others. The man with shoulder length hair turns his head showing the left side of his face which is covered by a black tattoo, which looks like a skull. Kinda lumpy looking. The five of them walk away from the docking bay carrying large crates, which means they must run jobs for someone in the stars forsaken planet. I follow them by hopping from roof to roof, I keep as quiet as possible, knowing how one of them is enhanced with heightened senses. The five of them turn a corner to a large street where a butload of people walk down. The side of the street has carts lined up along it, with people selling wears, trinkets, and food. The line of roofs are cut off and I have no choice but to follow them on the street level.