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He studied the screened data and began scribbling rapidly on a side datapad, fleshing out a brief series of ideas that he didn't so much as bother to mention aloud. "First we download the maps and detail the security force, then enter as if it were a normal turn-in, then figure out a way to conceal the death of the flunky directly paying the bounty."
Jakaan looked across with something of a wry expression, albeit still quite serious. "Blaster shot and not having your body is entirely too obvious- it'll make it look like I took you and the money. Which, of course, I will be, but confusion and damnation to the enemy. A subtle poison or an accident, though, that should work nicely, especially if it looks like I'm not around and you're being shipped to his boss..."
Yillani stared at him for a moment The man was rather... what was the word... insane, if sincere in his actions. Still, while this series of events was unexpected and unlikely, they were also more welcome than the alternative. She could certainly play her part if he kept his word. "If you say so."
The white haired woman leaned forward, following his scribbles with her eyes and keeping her face level to his as if he were doing nothing on the table. Less conspicuous. "Poison and weaken him - I'm sure I could find a way to arrange an accident while they're moving me around."
The young Echani frowned. "As long as I'm able. Subtle is better here."
"We're agreed," Jakaan agreed and stood, "Already have the poison in the- no, wait, crashed that."
Multiple head wounds were slowing his thoughts a bit; he almost idly drained the fluid remnant from his blaster's gas canisters. "But! Tibanna can be a lethal poison handled wrong. As plasma, gas, or liquid residue. That's what it's good for- making lasers and poison."
Ignoring the glances of the interns and darn near the entire lobby at this, not said that quietly, the Mandalorian cracked his neck and walked out of the hospital slowly. They could be subtle in their hunting or assassinations. But they were not subtle in their warmaking or their weapons.
A Mandalorian discussing how to kill something or the tools to do it would, in fact, cause less of a stir in a public setting than a beneficial one handing out supplies, though still less of a stir than a utterly silent one- the preferred image.
Yillani stood and followed him swiftly. Her voice went soft, speculative, and circumspect in the more public venue of the thoroughfare. "I've never used Tibanna, but I've that it can be used as a lethal poison. Do you have binder cuffs to make it look like I'm a prisoner instead of an ally?"
Jakaan nodded, then set them on her wrists and activated them. "Of course. You'll remember the keycode? It's 'Methgar Vos'."
The Echani's nod was more of a slight incline of the head, but certainly affirmative in nature. "I'll remember it."
She tugged at them a moment, then rolled her shoulders and suddenly slumped into the posture of a dejected, worn-down prisoner. Which, if her faith was wrong, she might actually become at some point. But Yillani truly doubted the man would go through all of this strangeness as a charade when he'd caught her already in the first place- unless this was his unique way of driving her insane, which was unlikely, then Mr. Ijaat would be making sure the cuffs came off later and she went on her possibly more merry way to freedom.
The red armored man straightened up and hardened his stance and strait, taking on the role of a grim silent wolf watching prey rather than the over-friendly guard dog he had been of late. Convincingly enough that some of the white haired passerby threw things at him on the way to the building or shook their heads sympathetically for the Echani in his grip. Crowds had a strange tendency to bunch or thin about the pair on the way to the designated drop-off building.
Jakaan reached a city turbolift and activated the elevation device, reviewing sternly. "Down, then next street up, third building..."
And to this destination they headed.
Yillani growled at Jakaan, strained at the chains, glared with all the impotence of a caged animal, and dragged her heels as they grew closer to the destination. At one point for the sake of performance and possible cameras she even tried to bite him, though the slavering teeth did nothing to the beskar armor whatsoever, and raked at the armor with the force of a madclaw Wookiee.
The captor strained with her at the opening autodoor, then gave an audible snarl of his own and lifted her bodily off of her dragging feet, hefting her over his shoulders and marching into the lobby with the all the noise of a tank regiment on china glass.
The acting Echani snarled and yelped, giving the appearance of struggling while really trying to take it easy on Jakaan. For all the animalistic appearance and show she was giving the workers, she was well aware of the toll of his injuries, and actually sending him staggering or falling over might make it so he couldn't get up. That would cause needless complications and ruin whatever plans the two would make.
Jakaan stuffed the bulk of the pair into the next elevator with her and effectively demonstrated the illusion of a frustrated hunter with strong prey struggling too hard. Very real tension and desire to harm something showed in a roar that Xa'buir might have been proud of. "Get OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUT!"
The passengers skittered, leaving the pair alone.
He gave a self satisfied hum as he punched the numbers to the proper floor and to the comm unit built into the turbolift. "Jakaan here. Have the bounty, coming up."
Yillani eyed the unit for a moment and continued to 'struggle' audibly for the voice tranceiver, swearing fluently in both Eshan Echani and in Basic.
"You should have HEARD the amusing stories she tried in the cage. Sith artifacts, family lineages, lost loved ones," Jakaan drawled slowly. "Stories that as a Mandalorian are fairly interesting, seeing how often my people have a chance to profit with the Sith around, but likely false. I'd like to lunch with you before you pay me and see if you have any, though- work for me involving me or similar stories about them."
The bereaved young mother and guardian gave a heartfelt snarl.
A thug in entirely different apparel and armaments than the civilian employees thus far shook his head. "I dunno. I'll have to talk to the boss - you can come on in, though."
As the man opened the grille across this particular floor's landing, Jakaan's gauntlet darted unseen to his side and smeared a near-invisible clear fluid across the fingers, and the sneaking Mandalorian held tighter to Yillani with the clean one. She offered no comment on it, of course, and pretended not to have seen it, though her brow raised a fraction of a micron of a millimeter at it as if to ask, "Weren't you going to use Tibanna? What's that?"
Jakaan paced through the now open landing and eased up a bit. Seemingly. "There a bonus for unstunned or unmaimed? Wasn't easy to manage alive AND mostly unharmed," he offered, and shook the woman on his shoulders carefully. "She may need a bit of tending if you're so inclined."
"Eh. We'll take her from here," the thug offered, reaching for her energy binders. "And we'll talk to the boss. Means we have a little more room to work with when we're asking her questions."
The large armored man's smeared hand had a rifle longer than his prisoner was tall whipped out and all but stuffed up the thug's nose before the other's hand got higher than his bicep. He did lean a bit; it had counterbalanced the slender Yillani nicely. His voice went hard as his instruments and armor. "No deal. Seen that trick before, kiddo; you go in with the prisoner and you come out with the money from another entrance. You ask your boss, and I'll take her inside. You get to keep your life and limbs. Fair?"
The Echani thug backed away, hands raised and clearly non-threatening. "Fair! Just gonna get her to settle down."
The white haired man grumbled and glared at the cued Yillani, who began acting and acting out again, as if the entire situation was her fault. "Then come in, I guess. Boss isn't gonna like it, though."
He moved slowly and without any sudden movements to a door.
Jakaan carefully sets Yillani down, replaced the rifle, and fingered the vial of Tibanna on his satchel. His voice took on the patronizing tone of a parent scolding a child. "You going to behave with the nice-"
The Mandalorian blinked at the view through door and blinked again under his visor. He could have sworn the voice that first contacted him was a male. "-woman?"
Yillani hissed, "As if I have a choice, bounty hunter."
She twitched her hand under Jakaan's, as if to shrug it off.
The nameless thug gave a surprisingly sardonic bow considering his lack of moniker. His voice still managed a degree of respect to keep his hide unshot. "There you go - the boss lady's waiting for you."
The bounty hunter entered, tugging Yillani, and sat, pulling her into a chair beside him. The noise at being manhandled that came from the swordswoman was a genuine growl and as convincing as the false ones. "I believe it's time to discuss my payment, ma'am?"
Yillani was held down by the thug's hands on her shoulders; she tried to wrench away and hissed when he holds her tighter in place as the boss inspected her closely. He had followed, of course- one doesn't become the boss's right hand lackey and door guard if one doesn't do silent freebies now and again.
The legitimate business-looking woman nodded and shuffled her papers dismissively after a time of careful study. "That is her. Well done. Sixty-five thousand credits, as agreed. The request is going through now - your payment should appear shortly. You may leave."
Jakaan tilted his helmet and inquired, "You have nothing to say about her claims of Sith artifacts?"
He shrugged and tried to observe the room for a good object to poison. No good- she wouldn't be consuming or handling most of the contents of the room and there certainly wouldn't be a reason to drift over and handle those that would. Direct skin contact with his failsafe would have to take the place of the Tibanna plan. "Could retrieve them for you if they're real. Sith have never had any particular animosity for my people, and we've mutually profited at times, so their relics wouldn't bother me."
The Boss looked up at him from over her glasses and replied dryly, "Thank you for your offer, but we've got this well under control. She was just telling stories - we need to bring her to justice for her crimes. Unfortunately, she's too dangerous for the local authorities. There's nothing else we need of you."
Well aware poisoning will not work without some sort of personal contact, he surrendered to the unspoken 'Get lost' and offered his right gauntlet. "Alright, then. Thank you for your time, money, and patronage. Always appreciated to have an honest employer."
The Boss stood and firmly shook his hand, quickly sat back down, and made a casual motion with her trinoxide tainted hand. "Take her away."
The thug pulled a blaster, flipped it to the stun setting, and used it on Yillani. He started dragging her to the door, disappearing beyond it, and offered back a quick, "Yes, Boss lady!"
Jakaan pivoted smartlike and marched out, riding down the turbolift and using sensors in the armor to follow the heat signature Yillani emitted with her unconscious lowered bodily functions. Short of going through another hospital, he wasn't likely to find another Echani still alive with that low a heat or respiration rate, and it made tracking her through the higher ones an easy feat. He stopped and washed the enhanced trinoxide off the metal glove idly in a public restroom, diluting it enough to mildly sicken a third of the city's population rather than kill them by accident, and placed the glove back on when certain it was clean. He had been worried the Boss would comment on the odd feel of the metal.
Apparently she had chalked it up to the sweat and saliva mix a certain prisoner had left and hadn't seemed to care either way. Score one for Yill'ad. Come this time tomorrow, that woman would be as dead as her office's decor, no matter how she cleaned herself.
Satisfied that the public face of Yillani's pursuers had at least been dealt with, the new buir trailed his adoptive daughter to a ship, eyeing his large payment the while; the Boss certainly delivered, and delivered quickly. It was a pity she'd lied to him, or she might have made a good business partner, but Jakaan did not enjoy being a tool at the best of times. He leaped to the landing ramp and clambered aboard the ship as it started to lift, figuring the Echani had already freed herself.
Her signature was stirring, after all, and another had cooled off in the rapid manner of a corpse.
The same thug stared at Jakaan and narrowed his eyes, reaching for his belt. "What're you doing here? Didn't the boss lady say for you to blow off?"
The Mandalorian's rifle whipped out and blew the threatening finger off as his voice grated through the helmet. "I'm out one ship thanks to you lot. And because I don't particularly like lackies assuming they're of a caliber to speak to me, OR being deceived about the nature of a job, I'll be taking the ship as your boss' extra pay and your life as yours. But I will be blowing off, I assure you."
He almost casually shot the thug through the face. "You there, Yillani?"
Yillani staggered out and continued to rub her forehead, dropping a bloody implement. "I am here. I was stunned, correct?"
Jakaan nodded. "You were."
He hugged her one armed idly and experimentally, then wandered toward the cockpit. "Though I suppose that wasn't fully honest of me. Poisoned his boss too, so I took both lives. I blame my father for being a selfish rogue."
He laughed to himself and stabbed the blubbering pilot through through the eye, then reset the programmed course in the navicomputer. "Not to Coruscant, noooo. We're to Manda'yaim."
The lithe lady blinked at the hug, taken by surprise; she stared ahead as he walked to the cockpit. She followed at the squelch and dripping. "That explains the disorientation, I suppose."
She settled in the copilot seat after throwing the corpse into a corner. "How long is that trip?"
Jakaan whistled at the keyboard, studying it intently. "This is Kuati make with Echani detail finish and Verpine mini-micro-tech. If the rest of the ship is half as streamlined and efficient as the keyboard, should be a three days and a half at pushing speeds."
He removed his helmet, closed the ramp with the flick of a button, and whistled again quietly. "Whoever was really after you must have a great deal of money to throw at his minions."
Yillani nodded and laughed slightly. "I am sure I will appreciate that more once my head stops throbbing. Good that you'll - we'll be home soon. The sixty-five thousand credit bounty didn't tip you off?"
The tired man offered, "A bit. You're probably worth it, though," and winked at her. "And now to go see if they have a medbay. I could use some more painkillers. You?"
Yillani got up and staggered for the door, searching for and retrieving painkillers and a medpac. "Anything that can stop the pain in my skull would be greatly appreciated right now. Looks like they even have bacta patches."
Jakaan grinned. "Quite a nice selection. I think I'll be keeping this ship after all."
He began applying meds and drugs. "And THIS time to prime the wait-orbit sequence instead of crashing from sleep. Probably be better to call Serue than surprise her with something like this."
He did so.
The white haired woman closed her nearly glowing blue eyes and curled up in a corner after tending to her wounds and dignity. "You do that. I'd rather not be attacked by more Mandalorians."
Then she crashed, sound asleep. Bodies weren't that much of a deterrent. It was softer than the floor, anyway.
The Mandalorian cleared his throat as the call went through and the hologram with the image of his beloved sprang to life in miniature. "Hey, Serue. Just finished the job, got the pay and a pretty new ship. But there's something of a development."
Serue blinked at the shape, brightening and glad she'd answered the unknown caller. "Jakaan? It's good to hear from you! You're coming home?"
Then the Hapan narrowed her eyes, suddenly wary, and asked, "Development? What sort of development?"
Jakaan bent his head and confessed the result of his compunction compelled companion. "I have a daughter."
He hastily amended, "Not a biological daughter, she's three years younger than I am."
There was a dead silence from the other end of the com, followed by the slight sound of something dropping onto the floor. Serue was no longer visible in the hologram view.
It was with concern that he pushed, "Serue?"
Serue offered no response. Jakaan strained to see her from different angles and failed, queries hastening in urgency. "Serue? Serue, are you alright? Did you faint?"
Eventually one of the Wookiees at that time working the farm according to Xadro's schemes took pity on the young man and answered that she had. Jakaan reflected glumly as he fell asleep that telling one's girlfriend something that big was perhaps harder than simply killing someone, and then settled back to look forward to seeing her again.
Jakaan looked across with something of a wry expression, albeit still quite serious. "Blaster shot and not having your body is entirely too obvious- it'll make it look like I took you and the money. Which, of course, I will be, but confusion and damnation to the enemy. A subtle poison or an accident, though, that should work nicely, especially if it looks like I'm not around and you're being shipped to his boss..."
Yillani stared at him for a moment The man was rather... what was the word... insane, if sincere in his actions. Still, while this series of events was unexpected and unlikely, they were also more welcome than the alternative. She could certainly play her part if he kept his word. "If you say so."
The white haired woman leaned forward, following his scribbles with her eyes and keeping her face level to his as if he were doing nothing on the table. Less conspicuous. "Poison and weaken him - I'm sure I could find a way to arrange an accident while they're moving me around."
The young Echani frowned. "As long as I'm able. Subtle is better here."
"We're agreed," Jakaan agreed and stood, "Already have the poison in the- no, wait, crashed that."
Multiple head wounds were slowing his thoughts a bit; he almost idly drained the fluid remnant from his blaster's gas canisters. "But! Tibanna can be a lethal poison handled wrong. As plasma, gas, or liquid residue. That's what it's good for- making lasers and poison."
Ignoring the glances of the interns and darn near the entire lobby at this, not said that quietly, the Mandalorian cracked his neck and walked out of the hospital slowly. They could be subtle in their hunting or assassinations. But they were not subtle in their warmaking or their weapons.
A Mandalorian discussing how to kill something or the tools to do it would, in fact, cause less of a stir in a public setting than a beneficial one handing out supplies, though still less of a stir than a utterly silent one- the preferred image.
Yillani stood and followed him swiftly. Her voice went soft, speculative, and circumspect in the more public venue of the thoroughfare. "I've never used Tibanna, but I've that it can be used as a lethal poison. Do you have binder cuffs to make it look like I'm a prisoner instead of an ally?"
Jakaan nodded, then set them on her wrists and activated them. "Of course. You'll remember the keycode? It's 'Methgar Vos'."
The Echani's nod was more of a slight incline of the head, but certainly affirmative in nature. "I'll remember it."
She tugged at them a moment, then rolled her shoulders and suddenly slumped into the posture of a dejected, worn-down prisoner. Which, if her faith was wrong, she might actually become at some point. But Yillani truly doubted the man would go through all of this strangeness as a charade when he'd caught her already in the first place- unless this was his unique way of driving her insane, which was unlikely, then Mr. Ijaat would be making sure the cuffs came off later and she went on her possibly more merry way to freedom.
The red armored man straightened up and hardened his stance and strait, taking on the role of a grim silent wolf watching prey rather than the over-friendly guard dog he had been of late. Convincingly enough that some of the white haired passerby threw things at him on the way to the building or shook their heads sympathetically for the Echani in his grip. Crowds had a strange tendency to bunch or thin about the pair on the way to the designated drop-off building.
Jakaan reached a city turbolift and activated the elevation device, reviewing sternly. "Down, then next street up, third building..."
And to this destination they headed.
Yillani growled at Jakaan, strained at the chains, glared with all the impotence of a caged animal, and dragged her heels as they grew closer to the destination. At one point for the sake of performance and possible cameras she even tried to bite him, though the slavering teeth did nothing to the beskar armor whatsoever, and raked at the armor with the force of a madclaw Wookiee.
The captor strained with her at the opening autodoor, then gave an audible snarl of his own and lifted her bodily off of her dragging feet, hefting her over his shoulders and marching into the lobby with the all the noise of a tank regiment on china glass.
The acting Echani snarled and yelped, giving the appearance of struggling while really trying to take it easy on Jakaan. For all the animalistic appearance and show she was giving the workers, she was well aware of the toll of his injuries, and actually sending him staggering or falling over might make it so he couldn't get up. That would cause needless complications and ruin whatever plans the two would make.
Jakaan stuffed the bulk of the pair into the next elevator with her and effectively demonstrated the illusion of a frustrated hunter with strong prey struggling too hard. Very real tension and desire to harm something showed in a roar that Xa'buir might have been proud of. "Get OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUT!"
The passengers skittered, leaving the pair alone.
He gave a self satisfied hum as he punched the numbers to the proper floor and to the comm unit built into the turbolift. "Jakaan here. Have the bounty, coming up."
Yillani eyed the unit for a moment and continued to 'struggle' audibly for the voice tranceiver, swearing fluently in both Eshan Echani and in Basic.
"You should have HEARD the amusing stories she tried in the cage. Sith artifacts, family lineages, lost loved ones," Jakaan drawled slowly. "Stories that as a Mandalorian are fairly interesting, seeing how often my people have a chance to profit with the Sith around, but likely false. I'd like to lunch with you before you pay me and see if you have any, though- work for me involving me or similar stories about them."
The bereaved young mother and guardian gave a heartfelt snarl.
A thug in entirely different apparel and armaments than the civilian employees thus far shook his head. "I dunno. I'll have to talk to the boss - you can come on in, though."
As the man opened the grille across this particular floor's landing, Jakaan's gauntlet darted unseen to his side and smeared a near-invisible clear fluid across the fingers, and the sneaking Mandalorian held tighter to Yillani with the clean one. She offered no comment on it, of course, and pretended not to have seen it, though her brow raised a fraction of a micron of a millimeter at it as if to ask, "Weren't you going to use Tibanna? What's that?"
Jakaan paced through the now open landing and eased up a bit. Seemingly. "There a bonus for unstunned or unmaimed? Wasn't easy to manage alive AND mostly unharmed," he offered, and shook the woman on his shoulders carefully. "She may need a bit of tending if you're so inclined."
"Eh. We'll take her from here," the thug offered, reaching for her energy binders. "And we'll talk to the boss. Means we have a little more room to work with when we're asking her questions."
The large armored man's smeared hand had a rifle longer than his prisoner was tall whipped out and all but stuffed up the thug's nose before the other's hand got higher than his bicep. He did lean a bit; it had counterbalanced the slender Yillani nicely. His voice went hard as his instruments and armor. "No deal. Seen that trick before, kiddo; you go in with the prisoner and you come out with the money from another entrance. You ask your boss, and I'll take her inside. You get to keep your life and limbs. Fair?"
The Echani thug backed away, hands raised and clearly non-threatening. "Fair! Just gonna get her to settle down."
The white haired man grumbled and glared at the cued Yillani, who began acting and acting out again, as if the entire situation was her fault. "Then come in, I guess. Boss isn't gonna like it, though."
He moved slowly and without any sudden movements to a door.
Jakaan carefully sets Yillani down, replaced the rifle, and fingered the vial of Tibanna on his satchel. His voice took on the patronizing tone of a parent scolding a child. "You going to behave with the nice-"
The Mandalorian blinked at the view through door and blinked again under his visor. He could have sworn the voice that first contacted him was a male. "-woman?"
Yillani hissed, "As if I have a choice, bounty hunter."
She twitched her hand under Jakaan's, as if to shrug it off.
The nameless thug gave a surprisingly sardonic bow considering his lack of moniker. His voice still managed a degree of respect to keep his hide unshot. "There you go - the boss lady's waiting for you."
The bounty hunter entered, tugging Yillani, and sat, pulling her into a chair beside him. The noise at being manhandled that came from the swordswoman was a genuine growl and as convincing as the false ones. "I believe it's time to discuss my payment, ma'am?"
Yillani was held down by the thug's hands on her shoulders; she tried to wrench away and hissed when he holds her tighter in place as the boss inspected her closely. He had followed, of course- one doesn't become the boss's right hand lackey and door guard if one doesn't do silent freebies now and again.
The legitimate business-looking woman nodded and shuffled her papers dismissively after a time of careful study. "That is her. Well done. Sixty-five thousand credits, as agreed. The request is going through now - your payment should appear shortly. You may leave."
Jakaan tilted his helmet and inquired, "You have nothing to say about her claims of Sith artifacts?"
He shrugged and tried to observe the room for a good object to poison. No good- she wouldn't be consuming or handling most of the contents of the room and there certainly wouldn't be a reason to drift over and handle those that would. Direct skin contact with his failsafe would have to take the place of the Tibanna plan. "Could retrieve them for you if they're real. Sith have never had any particular animosity for my people, and we've mutually profited at times, so their relics wouldn't bother me."
The Boss looked up at him from over her glasses and replied dryly, "Thank you for your offer, but we've got this well under control. She was just telling stories - we need to bring her to justice for her crimes. Unfortunately, she's too dangerous for the local authorities. There's nothing else we need of you."
Well aware poisoning will not work without some sort of personal contact, he surrendered to the unspoken 'Get lost' and offered his right gauntlet. "Alright, then. Thank you for your time, money, and patronage. Always appreciated to have an honest employer."
The Boss stood and firmly shook his hand, quickly sat back down, and made a casual motion with her trinoxide tainted hand. "Take her away."
The thug pulled a blaster, flipped it to the stun setting, and used it on Yillani. He started dragging her to the door, disappearing beyond it, and offered back a quick, "Yes, Boss lady!"
Jakaan pivoted smartlike and marched out, riding down the turbolift and using sensors in the armor to follow the heat signature Yillani emitted with her unconscious lowered bodily functions. Short of going through another hospital, he wasn't likely to find another Echani still alive with that low a heat or respiration rate, and it made tracking her through the higher ones an easy feat. He stopped and washed the enhanced trinoxide off the metal glove idly in a public restroom, diluting it enough to mildly sicken a third of the city's population rather than kill them by accident, and placed the glove back on when certain it was clean. He had been worried the Boss would comment on the odd feel of the metal.
Apparently she had chalked it up to the sweat and saliva mix a certain prisoner had left and hadn't seemed to care either way. Score one for Yill'ad. Come this time tomorrow, that woman would be as dead as her office's decor, no matter how she cleaned herself.
Satisfied that the public face of Yillani's pursuers had at least been dealt with, the new buir trailed his adoptive daughter to a ship, eyeing his large payment the while; the Boss certainly delivered, and delivered quickly. It was a pity she'd lied to him, or she might have made a good business partner, but Jakaan did not enjoy being a tool at the best of times. He leaped to the landing ramp and clambered aboard the ship as it started to lift, figuring the Echani had already freed herself.
Her signature was stirring, after all, and another had cooled off in the rapid manner of a corpse.
The same thug stared at Jakaan and narrowed his eyes, reaching for his belt. "What're you doing here? Didn't the boss lady say for you to blow off?"
The Mandalorian's rifle whipped out and blew the threatening finger off as his voice grated through the helmet. "I'm out one ship thanks to you lot. And because I don't particularly like lackies assuming they're of a caliber to speak to me, OR being deceived about the nature of a job, I'll be taking the ship as your boss' extra pay and your life as yours. But I will be blowing off, I assure you."
He almost casually shot the thug through the face. "You there, Yillani?"
Yillani staggered out and continued to rub her forehead, dropping a bloody implement. "I am here. I was stunned, correct?"
Jakaan nodded. "You were."
He hugged her one armed idly and experimentally, then wandered toward the cockpit. "Though I suppose that wasn't fully honest of me. Poisoned his boss too, so I took both lives. I blame my father for being a selfish rogue."
He laughed to himself and stabbed the blubbering pilot through through the eye, then reset the programmed course in the navicomputer. "Not to Coruscant, noooo. We're to Manda'yaim."
The lithe lady blinked at the hug, taken by surprise; she stared ahead as he walked to the cockpit. She followed at the squelch and dripping. "That explains the disorientation, I suppose."
She settled in the copilot seat after throwing the corpse into a corner. "How long is that trip?"
Jakaan whistled at the keyboard, studying it intently. "This is Kuati make with Echani detail finish and Verpine mini-micro-tech. If the rest of the ship is half as streamlined and efficient as the keyboard, should be a three days and a half at pushing speeds."
He removed his helmet, closed the ramp with the flick of a button, and whistled again quietly. "Whoever was really after you must have a great deal of money to throw at his minions."
Yillani nodded and laughed slightly. "I am sure I will appreciate that more once my head stops throbbing. Good that you'll - we'll be home soon. The sixty-five thousand credit bounty didn't tip you off?"
The tired man offered, "A bit. You're probably worth it, though," and winked at her. "And now to go see if they have a medbay. I could use some more painkillers. You?"
Yillani got up and staggered for the door, searching for and retrieving painkillers and a medpac. "Anything that can stop the pain in my skull would be greatly appreciated right now. Looks like they even have bacta patches."
Jakaan grinned. "Quite a nice selection. I think I'll be keeping this ship after all."
He began applying meds and drugs. "And THIS time to prime the wait-orbit sequence instead of crashing from sleep. Probably be better to call Serue than surprise her with something like this."
He did so.
The white haired woman closed her nearly glowing blue eyes and curled up in a corner after tending to her wounds and dignity. "You do that. I'd rather not be attacked by more Mandalorians."
Then she crashed, sound asleep. Bodies weren't that much of a deterrent. It was softer than the floor, anyway.
The Mandalorian cleared his throat as the call went through and the hologram with the image of his beloved sprang to life in miniature. "Hey, Serue. Just finished the job, got the pay and a pretty new ship. But there's something of a development."
Serue blinked at the shape, brightening and glad she'd answered the unknown caller. "Jakaan? It's good to hear from you! You're coming home?"
Then the Hapan narrowed her eyes, suddenly wary, and asked, "Development? What sort of development?"
Jakaan bent his head and confessed the result of his compunction compelled companion. "I have a daughter."
He hastily amended, "Not a biological daughter, she's three years younger than I am."
There was a dead silence from the other end of the com, followed by the slight sound of something dropping onto the floor. Serue was no longer visible in the hologram view.
It was with concern that he pushed, "Serue?"
Serue offered no response. Jakaan strained to see her from different angles and failed, queries hastening in urgency. "Serue? Serue, are you alright? Did you faint?"
Eventually one of the Wookiees at that time working the farm according to Xadro's schemes took pity on the young man and answered that she had. Jakaan reflected glumly as he fell asleep that telling one's girlfriend something that big was perhaps harder than simply killing someone, and then settled back to look forward to seeing her again.
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Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
Literature
Deaths Domain
“And so I say!” Death proclaimed. “All of you who see yourselves brave, come and meet me in my domain.”
And so they came, strong and brave. Men and woman from across the Earth, come to meet in Deaths Domain.
All who entered died in agony, or lived in pain.
Here in Deaths Domain.
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Death?
In the end I will not run
I will embrace it with open arms
For that is all you can do
Sure some may be sad
But you must always think about yourself first
Otherwise you will become corrupted
Lost
Your end will come quicker and no one would notice
So In the end I will not run
I will embrace it for that is all I can do
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The ones who requested it were darn patient. I hope it was worth it. 
' still for the win.
This concludes this particular arc of a much, much, much longer story and RP!
Thank you for your time!
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Transposing the entire thing, with actual entries like this, rather than the brief character thoughtshots I usually give, would take months. ._.
' still for the win.This concludes this particular arc of a much, much, much longer story and RP!
Thank you for your time!
...
Transposing the entire thing, with actual entries like this, rather than the brief character thoughtshots I usually give, would take months. ._.
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Awesome! I liked getting to know these two.