SW- Did it happen this way?

The large man had retired for the evening to his study, armor locked away, meals consumed, business to attend to. Finance, mostly, in and out of the repair of his farm, with his own contributions via completed contract of violence weighing in alongside his family's for medical work and yet more of the self same hunting and violence. He was already a tired old fellow, massive warrior or not, and the business of gross incomes and taxes was helping to lull him to sleep.

He heard a single footfall behind him and spun in his chair, reaching for his knife.

In a more alert state it would have already been going through the air- it didn't matter anyway, as his lithe, dark attired assailant smoothly dipped below the arc it would have taken and plunged a arm up. The cloth, vaguely familiar looking for some reason, landed square over his face- the chemicals were taking hold long before adrenaline could wire him to wakefulness. Gray eyes closed as the slender figure took his hands, preventing him from pulling the cloth off, and held him still and close...

Xadro thought he knew those curves somewhat.

He awoke with a splitting headache on a cold ship floor's corridor and shook the cloth off with what might have been a roar if he had any voice at the second. Instead it came out a heavy, wracking sigh, and he turned on his side. He was trussed well and it was hard to think. Whoever it had been had done a good job-

-getting the drop on a Mandalorian was hard enough, even a sleepy old man, but managing to get a seven foot tall and three foot wide warrior's body out of the house without being seen by his ad'ike or any of the town's populace, much less waking the old man or being stopped by the weight alone, was impressive. Doing it and getting away with it to the spaceport, and launching therefrom, and having time to tie him, was somewhat unthinkable. Or so he thought, but he acknowledged to himself he couldn't think clearly at the second, and there was something terribly odd about this whole situation.

Well, whoever it was apparently wanted him alive; despite the potency of the chemicals, she'd been careful not to smother him or give him some sort of heart failure, much less stab him or shoot him while he was down. She could have. That meant she had to have a reason for abducting him, alive, and he didn't know of any bounties on his head or member parties who had survived to want revenge.

He puzzled at it and rested his chin on the cloth that had drugged him in the first place. Chiffon. A bit fine for smearing into people's olfactories and pores, one would think, and the needlework was exquisite rather than merely adequate or average...

And that was when it clicked, and he lost all desire to try to wrench out of his bonds or rip his abductor's head off.

That was why Lyssia and Keiran hadn't stopped her. They were in on it. And he knew exactly who she was.

This was revenge for locking them in a room together until they admitted their feelings for one another and kissed. And he should have seen it coming. But that would have ruined the surprise, wouldn't it?

Xadro rolled over and waited more patiently, giving a rather respectful sighing curse, and abode as still as he could while waiting for Malla to come back. Apparently the Zeltron did like him back. Heh.

He settled for 'play stupid berserker until she tells you, complete with roars and saliva'; she had already seen all of his sides- he blinked; hopefully, the phrase meant only figuratively, but he had no idea how long he had been out- and she wouldn't fall for the act. But it would be interesting to see if she knew he knew. And playing down his intelligence was a trait Xadro was rather good at. 'Smash with axe' didn't require much discourse in his chosen branch of his chosen profession.

A pretty pink face eventually floated into view with a somewhat amused expression and the game set forth.