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The Mandalorian looked at the slab of carbonite in front of him. His helmet was an emotionless façade, but underneath he perked a brow in confusion.
"What's this?" he asked, moving closer to the decorative piece.
The Twi'lek man next to him shrugged, biting his tongue to make a witty comment about it being a slab of carbonite. He knew better than to try and banter with this man.
"No idea," he huffed, "Discretion comes with the job. All I know is someone out there is willing to pay a lot for her. Whoever she is."
The man in beskar remained quiet as he studied the outline of the woman in the carbonite. Mandalorian armour, it looked like Old Republic era. Surely whoever this was hadn't been in carbonite for that long?
He looked down at the information panel, it only said Ghost. Appropriate.
"Alright," he said eventually after contemplating the job. He was a Bounty Hunter after all, not a smuggler, but the woman intrigued him, "I'll take her.”