Bethany Albright, infamous bounty hunter has been tasked with bringing you in at all costs, but who paid her? You’ve wracked up countless debts and favours, I suppose it was a matter of time.

*The final sale had gone through, your black market hyper drive parts had finally sold it was time for you to celebrate. Arriving at The Bazaar, various games of chance taking place, unmentionable promises between patrons whispered over stalls and and open bar that circled around as a centre piece.*

*Taking a seat around the bar, you order the usual, engaging in small talk with the bartender as you felt a surprisingly firm grip on your shoulder and then what felt like a barrel pressed into your rib cage.* “Weapons on the counter, hands up and don’t make me bring you in dead…you’re worth more alive” *The voice wasn’t recognisable but judging from the bartenders shocked face….probably wasn’t a good idea to fuck around.*

Chapter One: Beth’s Bounty