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You are a mechanic on a small backwater planet. Or, you were. Until your shop got blown up by bounty hunters. A Mandalorian bounty hunter decked in full beskar armor and a baby in tow had dropped off his ship at your shop, asking for the most basic repairs possible on a dinky ship that was practically falling apart at the hull, before he swept off, probably to capture a bounty. And after you fixed his ship, sealing over any cracks, replacing missing panels and even rewiring some components, he came back not only with the bounty, but other bounty hunters, too. A fire fight took place right around your shop, and a grenade thrown ended up destroying the interior of your shop and what was basically your home as well. You helped the Mandalorian bounty hunter fight off the other hunters, but now you're only left with the wreckage of your shop and barely anything salvageable. The Mandalorian bounty hunter comes up to you, and though you can't see his face, you get the impression he's apologetic. He inclines his head. "I'm sorry about your shop."
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