#note: it was not embo's but it was aurra's

[totallycorrectjediorderquotes]

Bane: I poisoned someone's drink, but I forgot which one.

Sugi: You did WHAT?!

Embo: The way this dinner is going, I hope it's mine.

#the bounty hunter family cannot have nice things #note: it was not embo's but it was aurra's #Embo is the only bounty hunter i'd trust with my drink #Cad Bane #Sugi (Star Wars) #Embo (Star Wars) #Embo #Incorrect Star Wars Quotes #Star Wars #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Star Wars: The Expanded Universe #Star Wars: The Prequel Trilogy #Source: Unknown

[thebountyfucker]

Someone: Hey, we're throwing a gala. Want to come?

The royals stumbling into the gala like they got different dress code notes:

Embo:

Jango:

Bossk:

Aurra:

Latts:

Sugi:

Dengar:

Cad:

Bonus:

Boba

#crack #royal au #star wars #jango fett #embo #cad bane #aurra sing #bossk #dengar #latts razzi #sugi #fashion

[swanandphoenixsong]

Aliit - Ao3

Chapter 10: Bounty Hunters

Series: Part 2 of the Star Wars - Nouveau AU series

Chapter Summary: Outside the Mandalore Sector, bounty hunters and agents of the criminal underworld make movements across Hutt Space.

Notes: This chapter begins in Boba Fett’s POV, then introduces two new POVs from original characters. It also begins right after Satine is recaptured and Saxon contracts the Krayt’s Claw bounty hunters– so, more non-linear storytelling. I also make several references to the Clone Wars episodes “Bounty” and “Eminence”. See the Endnotes for more details.

Translations of Mando’a: Kyr’tsad – Mando’a name for Death Watch; literally: "Death Society" Cuy’val dar – Mandalorian warriors who disappeared with Jango Fett between 32-30 BBY; meaning “those who no longer exist” Ba’jurne Kyr’stad Mando’ad – the manifesto shared by Death Watch recruiters, written by Tor Vizsla before 42 BBY; literally: “teachings of the Death Watch Mandalorians”

– –

19 BBY – Mos Eisley, Tatooine, Krayt’s Claw bounty hunters’ headquarters

After ending the call with Saxon, Boba had sat lower at his desk, irritation seething under his skin. He hadn’t been a part of defending the Hutts from Death Watch and those destructive Dathomirian Force-users, but he had heard about it extensively from Dengar, for days afterward. Latts had told him off more than once, tired of his griping. Embo was as antisocial as usual, if not more so. The latter two had spent more time away from Krayt’s Claw, Embo with his loyalty to Sugi’s Crew, and Latts off with that backstabbing Force-user Bossk had hired for the Quarzite job. Boba had never gotten her name, and just thinking about her ticked him off even more.

And now Bossk was insisting they work with Death Watch, those terrorist brutes who plagued Mandalorian Space like a cancer. Whatever money they had stolen from Sundari’s vaults couldn’t be worth the annoyance he’d suffer in their presence.

Just then, Bossk returned, pushing Aurra Sing into the dim light of their makeshift office. She had turned up on Tatooine around the same time he and Bossk set up Krayt’s Claw, but Boba had avoided working with her as much as possible. She was still ruffled from her stint in Oova IV’s prison, after her defeat by a Jedi more than a year ago. She shoved away from Bossk, crossing her arms tightly as she fumed.

“What’s this really about?” Boba asked, “and what’s Sing got to do with it?”

Bossk ignored him as he turned toward the disorganized stacks of flimsi piled on their neglected, malfunctioning holotable. “Did Saxon ssend over th’ detailss?”

Boba sighed, retrieving his holocomm and displaying the bounty contract they’d received just minutes ago. Sing scrutinized it as Boba and Bossk filled her in on what they knew of Death Watch’s schemes. Attached to the contract was a meager rundown of the situation on Mandalore. Vizsla was dead and former Prime Minister Almec was now the face of their takeover. The crime syndicate forces were still on their side, but considered untrustworthy. There was no mention of the Sith, but Boba doubted they weren’t still involved.

As for the contract itself, the full bounty would be awarded to them upon capture and delivery of the four cadets to Sundari, as well as the hefty bonus for killing Bo-Katan Kryze. Saxon had no stipulations for their compliance, just that they would be given travel clearance to Concordia, Mandalore’s moon, and supplied with any intel they had on the renegades’ whereabouts. It would be their job to set up the right crew, as well as acquiring transportation and weaponry. It wasn’t unusual conditions for a bounty hunt, but it would take a larger team, which meant reaching out to other syndicates or allies. Boba was not keen on trusting strangers to have his back, but he knew, on their own, Krayt’s Claw’s chances against trained and fully outfitted Mandalorian warriors would be slim.

Yet, Sing seemed just as interested as Bossk had, smirking as if she thought they’d forgotten her betrayal on Florrum.

Bossk turned toward him then, having given up looking through the files. “Where’ss Jango’s bookss?” he asked directly.

Boba raised an eyebrow skeptically, leaning forward to pull open the slightly busted bottom drawer of his desk, taking out a handful of books and pamphlets, aged and practically falling apart. Bossk spread them out on the desk, pulling out the weathered, blue and gray manifesto Jango once stole from a Kyr’tsad recruiter. Boba remembered his father showing it to him, before often throwing it against a wall, upset by the treachery of Vizsla’s schemes, or the distorted misrepresentations of his ancestral traditions. Boba hadn’t picked it up in years, having little care for the convoluted politics of a culture he hardly claimed as his own.

His father had tried to instill in him the honor of his heritage, while the Cuy’val dar had taught the earliest clones their fighting styles, and they picked it up twice as fast as he did. Even after the Cuy’val dar were suspended, he could never dispel the resentment he carried toward the clones. Even when his father insisted Boba was his legacy, he couldn’t help focusing on his shortcomings, especially after his father’s death, and even more so after he failed to take revenge on his Jedi killers.

Boba shook his head, breaking his reverie as he stood and braced his hands against the desk, while Bossk began to speak.

Bossk slammed down the Ba’jurne Kyr’stad Mando’ad pamphlet, pointing at it emphatically. “Before Pre Viszla led Death Watch, Tor Viszla wass their leader, and thiss bookk describess how he led th’ Death Watch to ssurvive in th’ shadowss – before Jango finally kkilled him, little more than twenty yearss ago.”

“We can assume then,” Sing continued, “that Pre Viszla followed in Tor’s footsteps, learning from his tactics and spreading the same lies he did.”

“Now, Saxon sayss Pre Vizsla’s dead, and we know that th’ Sith brought th’ Death Watch and th’ crime families together for their own purposes. That meanss change is coming, not only for Mandalorianss, but alsso for th’ criminal underworld. Jango would rather uss be prepared against any opposition, esspecially th’ enemies of his people.”

“Well, he’s not around anymore, is he?” Boba replied sarcastically.

Sing made a noncommittal sound, picking up the pamphlet and shuffling through its pages. “Jango may not be around, but it’s not a bad idea. By working with Saxon now, we can avoid trouble later, and use Death Watch’s resources to our advantage.”

Boba grit his teeth. “We do fine on our own. I want nothing to do with the Mandalore Sector. And last I checked, this is my syndicate.”

Bossk looked toward Boba pointedly. “We owe it to Jango, to do thiss in his sstead.”

It was a half-baked plan riddled with unknowns, but the both of them seemed adamant enough that Boba knew arguing would be pointless. He let out a sound of frustration, flopping back down in his seat. Sing grinned at his exasperation, and Boba wanted nothing more than to throw her back out on the sunsbeaten sands of the Dune Sea.

He deliberated over their odds. By his estimate, they’d be up against the Nite Owl renegades – making up a force of at least a dozen soldiers, even if he didn’t include the cadets. Which, considering the trouble he’d had with that bratty hostage girl on Quarzite, he really should. Besides that, who knew what other resources they might have, or if they wouldn’t rally other Mandalorian clans to their cause? Could they truly rival Death Watch exiles and get an upper hand on Saxon, all while securing four rebellious runaways?

Bossk seemed to pick up on his doubts. “Don’ be sso pessimistic, Boss.” He hissed with a grin towards Sing, “We know ssomeone all-too-willing to hunt down pessky Mandalorianss.”

Boba had grabbed his helmet and followed Bossk and Sing to the Mos Eisley Cantina, where their contact had agreed to meet with them. It seemed that they just happened to already be in a nearby system, but Boba suspected luck had nothing to do with it. He groaned inwardly as they stepped inside, faced by the rank smell of spilt spirits, smuggled death-sticks, and faint wafts of spice. As slave-girls danced and the kloo-band played, he pulled on his helmet and the bounty hunters made their way to a secluded alcove to await their anticipated allies.

Some time later, after a song or two had played and Sing’s blue-tinted drink had been refilled twice, Bossk got their attention with the words, “There they are.” The lead latecomer was a yellow Trandoshan male with brown mottling, who Boba might’ve met before, if he cared to remember all the ‘friends’ Bossk had introduced him to over the past months. He was followed by a towering red-scaled Trandoshan female, with striking yellow eyes and bold, black stripes down her face and arms; her mismatched, gold-painted armor was adorned with a varactyl’s vibrant, feathery mane, Wookiee braids, and a necklace of various tooth and claw trophies. Bossk waved them over and Sing drained the remainder of her drink with a smirk.

Bossk stood and grasped the arm of the yellow Trandoshan. “Ramy,” he hissed, almost brotherly, before turning back toward them. “Come meet our merry band of bounty hunterss.”

Ramy acknowledged them briefly, opting to stand beside Bossk while the other sat before them. “And thiss is Koukussa Varas,” Bossk continued, “She once had a reputation for hunting Mandalorianss. Castus introduced us yearss ago, on Vlemoth Port. Nowadayss she’s employed by th’ guild on Nar Shaddaa, to hunt down debtorss and bounty hunterss who don’ fulfill their contractss.”

Varas grinned widely, showcasing her razor-sharp teeth, and Boba scowled, knowing how inferior he looked next to Sing and the Trandoshans. All of them were ridiculously tall compared to his teenage human stature, not to mention their nonhuman characteristics. He was at least glad for his helmet, hiding his boyish features from the menacing reptilian.

“Varas,” Bossk continued his introductions, “We are of th’ Krayt’s Claw ssyndicate. You already know of Aurra, yess? But Boba there actss as our guild leader.”

She barely glanced over him. “Aurra Sing,” Varas hissed gleefully, “I wass beginning to thinkk I’d heard th’ lasst of you, what with th’ storiess Ohnaka’s pirates told.” Her voice was raspy and dissonant, making Boba wish his helm had a proper sonic nullifier.

“Not a chance,” Sing laughed, raising her drink as Ramy ordered another round.

Bossk enlightened the newcomers with a brief overview of Death Watch’s victories over the crime families and their invasion on Mandalore, then explained the details of the contract issued to them by Gar Saxon. Varas bristled with hunger in her eyes at Vizsla’s demise, and Ramy seemed excited at the prospect of hunting down four escaped cadets.

“Sso,” Bossk asked then, “what do you ssuppose?”

Varas gave a pleased hiss before she spoke. “I do appreciate th’ opportunity to lead ssuch a hunt. But first, I musst return to Nar Shaddaa to ssettle with my employerss.”

“Can’t you just comm them?” Boba snapped, his impatience festering. Sing gave him a disparaging glare, which he ignored.

Varas growled sharply, looking toward Bossk. “Th’ guild’ss personnel officerss don’ take kkindly to ssudden absences. Besidess, I thought you wanted my assistance.”

“It dependss. Do you have th’ resourcess?” he asked.

She nodded curtly. “They can be arranged, if we take th’ job.”

“We can sstop by Hutta,” Ramy chimed in, “to pickk up Smug and Krix.”

Bossk gave a throaty chuckle. “Where would we rendezvouss with your forcess?”

“Klatooine. I’ll ssend th’ coordinatess after we leave for Nal Hutta.” Her eyes glinted in the dim light as she measured Boba and Sing with her zealous gaze. “Sso,” she raised her hand between them, comprised of four clawed, curling digits, compared to Bossk and Ramy’s robust three, “do we have a deal?”

Boba held back a sound of disgust. Sing moved first, securing their agreement with her own pale, spindly fingered hand, while Varas grinned like the Tooka who’d caught the bulabird.

They left soon after, her impish delight still haunting the back of his mind.

Back at their headquarters as the first sun had set beyond the sands, while Bossk led the way inside, Boba stopped on the threshold, turning toward Sing as he threw down his helmet.

“What was that?” He snarled at her, “Who do you think you are, making deals for my syndicate?”

She rolled her eyes. “You hesitated, just like before.”

He scowled, his fists shaking at his sides. Bossk came up behind him then, having realized their absence. “Have Sing sign Saxon’s contract,” Boba ordered them, “As far as I’m concerned, this is your hunt, not mine.” He turned away, retreating inside before they could say anything more.

Boba was fed up, already dreading the innumerable ways this job could go wrong.

– –

19 BBY – Bilbousa Bazaar, Nal Hutta

Hutta was a noxious, scum-ridden swamp, aptly fitting for its namesake. Spacers and vagrants browsed Bilbousa Bazaar like scavenger-birds, with shifty eyes and sticky fingers, eager to nab some gear for a cheap deal, or have a drink among fellow scoundrels and miscreants at the saloon. Smug and Krix weren’t much different, but there were other reasons a curious, streetwise Twi’lek might seek their confidence.

Trysor Dwyn was a charmer, a gunslinger, and a pilot, all-in-one. She didn’t like bounty hunters and smugglers much, but she didn’t mind meddling in their businesses. So, she sat with Smug and Krix, letting them eye her enticing, freckled yellow skin, bared above her neck and down her arms, as well as her attractive figure, only just masked by her form-fitting street-clothes. While they ogled and drank, she asked them her questions, and gleaned more than they had intended to reveal.

As far as new information, she had learned they had a job with a fellow bounty hunting Trandoshan named Koukussa Varas, and it was sure to be a thrilling chase, not to mention the big payoff. Aside that, they’d be reuniting with Ramy and Bossk, and were animated at the prospect of a classic, space-faring Trandoshan hunt, assuredly with a comparable crew to match. If what they said was true, and Varas was as deadly as she surmised from their regard for her, then their information could be valuable to her Core World employers.

“So, what would the hunt entail?” she asked, toying with the last dregs of her raider-brewed spotchka. It wasn’t as palatable as the farmers’ blend, but the saloon’s owner seemed to favor its cheaper price.

Krix grinned sharply. “Varas’s crew is on Klatooine, and she’s ssure to hire more hunterss,” He admitted, turning toward Smug. “What wass Varas known for hunting, backk in th’ day?”

“Mandalorianss.” Smug proudly boasted, taking another swig of his drink.

Trysor looked up at him skeptically, her interest certainly piqued. With the gossip of Death Watch’s subjugation over the crime syndicates, and the speculation of an undisclosed usurper of power on Mandalore, it seemed that trouble was afoot for Mandalorian Space, and it would have rippling ramifications throughout the Outer Rim. This, along with intel from previous excursions during the past week or so, would add up to the complex picture that was the current state of the criminal underworld.

It was time she got back to her ship and updated her crewmates on the situation.

“Well, this was fun, boys,” she said, stretching as she stood, her bare midriff catching their gazes. “It’s too bad you’ll be so far off, but good luck with your hunt.”

“Oh, come on now,” Smug jeered, his wandering hand extended toward her. “One more drinkk–”

In a spur of the moment, a vibroshiv was struck down between them, puncturing the wooden table. The weapon was wielded by a muscular, sallow green-skinned Twi’lek, fashioned as a fellow bounty hunter and brandishing a threatening smile.

“These two bothering you, Dwyn?” he teased in his heavy Ryl accent.

“Not at all,” she placated him, throwing an apologetic gesture toward the wary bartender eyeing the slight damage to his furniture.

“Aw, come off it, Hyde,” Krix responded, humoring her colleague. “It’s not like she’s interessted in you anywayss.”

“What’s this I hear about a hunt?” Hyde asked, ignoring his jibe as Trysor twisted his shiv upward and fiddled with it absentmindedly.

“I ssuppose you could tag along to Klatooine,” Krix offered, “Varas may even allow you to join in on th’ hunt. And we could–”

“–put in a good word for you,” Smug followed, “That iss, if Trysor comess too.”

She laughed jovially, truly amused by their persistence. “I’ll consider it.” She turned toward Hyde with a crooked smile, handing back his vibroshiv. Then she wrapped her jangling scarf closer around her shoulders and tossed a few creds on the table for her bill. She waved at her scaly companions as Hyde led her away, and she suppressed the urge to hightail it back to the spaceport.

The Golden Wingmaw, an Anaxes Shipyards light freighter, had been supplied and outfitted, as per Republic Naval Intelligence regulations for a Covert Operations unit, such as theirs. Although Trysor was assigned as an acting field agent and stealth operative, she was also the ship’s usual pilot, and among its crew, she was the most knowledgeable of its specs and modifications.

She boarded the ship, Hyde heading to the workshop while she immediately went for the shared crew’s quarters in order to grab her dark longcoat – concealing the bare skin she had revealed for the purpose of peeling intel from those slippery-scaled and hard-headed Trandoshans. She fastened it tight around her, finally releasing the buried tension she had held behind a taunting smirk and her veiled scrutiny. She did enjoy her work – the mystery, the intrigue, the secrets – but she was always thankful to return to the solace of her ship, where no one hungered for her beauty or objectified her species and gender.

She took a steadying breath and left the bunk-room, trailing a gloved hand fondly over the curved metallic wall. The crews’ quarters weren’t far from the engines, the subtle hum of them thrumming up her legs as she walked. She could hear faint tinkering and accompanying droid-speak coming from the workshop, where her crewmates awaited her.

Captain Jaromir Coburn, as Special Agent in Charge for the CO unit, was not quite the formidable, seasoned soldier one might expect to lead RNI’s investigations in the Outer Rim. However, with his discipline and honesty, he had earned the crew’s loyalty, without any influence from his father, the veteran Admiral Barton Coburn, of the Galactic Republic Navy. Jaromir, by contrast, was barely in his thirties, Trysor guessed, his handsome, human face hinting at the carefree starfighter pilot he could have been, had he not inherited his father’s harsh demeanor. He stood just inside the entrance of the workshop, his arms crossed, and the crew’s faithful astromech whirring at his side.

JR-89 was a R4-series astromech droid that dutifully followed Capt. Coburn everywhere he went, thus warranting the affectionate nickname, “Junior”. The red and gold-plated droid had previously served aboard Adm. Coburn’s Venator-class Star Destroyer within the Open Circle Fleet, before the Admiral was reassigned under General Plo Koon’s command. Shortly thereafter, Junior was issued to Jaromir when he was promoted to the rank of SAC. Thus, the droid had been upgraded with transceiver and courier modifications to manage their advanced database of encrypted information.

Focused over the holotable was her adoptive human sister, Veda Nerys, psychoanalyst and handler for their so-called CO-Burn unit. They had first met during one of Veda’s rebellious excursions down into the shady lower levels of Coruscant, back when Trysor had been a street orphan, struggling to survive all on her own. As the Nerys family were well-known for supporting relief campaigns in the Republic Senate, they had subsequently adopted Trysor, but she had suspected their true purpose was to distract Veda from her reckless impulses. Nonetheless, they were inseparable, whether they were sneaking out on grand adventures or attending glamorous banquets and galas. Even though she had been expected to follow in her family’s footsteps, Veda had never cared for the encumbered, sluggish world of politics, and would not be convinced otherwise. Instead, when the Clone Wars broke out, the two sisters had enlisted in the RNI and were hastily trained for their respective fields in Covert Ops.

The last and most recent addition to their unit was Hideric Ertay, or ‘Hyde’, contracted as a hired gun to replace their former weapons specialist, and acting undercover as a bounty hunter at her behest. While serving in the Twi'lek Resistance, he’d learned a resourceful arsenal of strategic stealth tactics under General Cham Syndulla. When he decided to leave his homeworld and dedicate himself to the Republic, his skills and experience afforded him his position in their unit. Having only left Ryloth recently, he was unaccustomed to their fast-paced space-faring lifestyle, but he was pragmatic and adaptable, quickly learning his role and gaining the respect of their contacts. Although Trysor had been relieved to have another nonhuman on the team, their interactions outside undercover espionage had been stiff and precarious, her flighty, playful nonchalance opposing his no-nonsense professionalism.

“Welcome back,” Veda greeted her enthusiastically as she entered, Junior echoing the sentiment as he spun on his wheels. Trysor patted him as Veda pulled up their research, connecting her recordings with files on Varas and her Bounty Hunters’ Guild employers, as well as their growing array of information on the so-called “Shadow Collective”, comprised of Death Watch, Black Sun, the Pykes, and the Hutt families, and led by the outcast Sith, Maul and Savage Opress.

“How’s it lookin’?” Trysor asked, leaning against the holotable and sparing a glance at their enigmatic leader.

Capt. Coburn sighed, shaking his head. “It’s good work, but I don’t know if we have reason enough to follow-up on Death Watch’s activities.”

Hyde smacked a hand on the holotable. “Isn’t it enough we know the crime syndicates are making a move on the Mandalore Sector? If they’re invading on Mandalorian planets–”

“The Republic has no jurisdiction in Mandalorian Space without the involvement of the Separatists. Besides, we don’t even know if Varas and the other hunters have actually been hired to contend with Mandalorians. We can’t run the risk of intruding upon neutral territories, even just to confirm our suspicions.”

“But they’re still in Hutt Space, for the time being,” Veda added, “we could take up their offer– head to Klatooine and gather more information?”

Coburn pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re already on thin ice with our inquiries to this alliance between the crime syndicates. If we impose on their feeble invitation and join in on this hunt, we may risk taking on more than we can handle alone.”

They went silent for the moment, stumped by their predicament.

Just then, Junior made an alarmed trill, catching their attention.

“Hang on,” said Veda, “I had Junior probing the holonet for outgoing transmissions from Mandalorian Space. We had almost missed this one, since it was encrypted and sent directly to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant–”

Junior began playing the holo-recording, displaying Duchess Satine on Mandalore:

“This is a message for Obi-Wan Kenobi. I’ve lost Mandalore. My people have been massacred, and Almec is now the Prime Minister. I can’t explain everything now, but Almec has the support of the crime families.

“Obi-Wan, I need your help.”

The recording ended as the Duchess was surrounded by former Death Watch soldiers, now sporting Maul’s colors.

“Kriff,” Trysor muttered, her lekku twitching with emotion.

“Well, there’s our proof,” Hyde said, his expression grim.

Capt. Coburn’s gaze narrowed, his stance rigid and restrained. “This changes nothing,” he whispered, “The Jedi will have given the message to the Senate, and they will be deciding whether or not to intervene. The higher ups would never approve of submitting our intel to sway the Senate’s decision.”

“As if they would care for our opinion anyway.” Trysor scoffed.

“So we take it to the Neutral Systems,” Hyde argued, “Surely they’d want to protect the Mandalore Sector.”

Coburn eyed him skeptically. “Again, this is outside our jurisdiction, and taking any action within the Neutral Systems would be a direct violation of our orders. What happens when the Republic discovers our interference?”

“We can’t just stand back and do nothing,” Trysor pleaded.

“It may be a longshot,” said Veda, “but we do have allies on neutral worlds. Taris would be our best bet, since it isn’t far from Mandalorian Space, and they’ve coordinated with both the Republic Senate and the New Mandalorians before.”

Coburn ran a hand over his face, nodding begrudgingly. “Very well. Draft a cover job for our activities and begin making the necessary arrangements.”

Junior chirruped cheerfully and Veda smiled affably at the droid. “Ha, between the two of us, it’ll almost be too easy, won’t it, Junior?”

Coburn chuckled darkly, seemingly unconvinced by their confidence. “I’ll look into current military campaigns along our route. In the meantime, I suppose we’ll make our way to Klatooine. Hyde, notify our Trandoshan friends that you intend to take up their offer. Trysor, prepare for departure and stay alert, we don’t need any surprises from the locals.”

She nodded, avoiding Hyde’s questioning glance as he followed her to the cockpit. He contacted Krix and Smug, while she relaxed into the pilot’s seat and started the computations for trajectory, occasionally looking upwards, as if she could see the stars beyond the foul, gas-stained atmosphere.

– –

Elsewhere on Hutta, Smug and Krix weren’t the only bounty hunters to hear of the impending, portentous rendezvous on Klatooine. However, this bounty hunter had no interest in joining the perilous misadventures of the rancorous and vile Koukussa Varas. The Twi’lek tapped her fingers on the bounty-board kiosk, considering what she was prepared to risk in following up on her suspicions. She closed the missive, moving on to public postings. Her right-side lek twitched in irritation, the offered jobs failing to meet her expectations. She sighed, skipping through until she glimpsed a familiar face among the wanted smugglers list. Andraste Zhan grinned, claiming the mark and leaving the kiosk, tucking the dispensed bounty puck into her pocket.

Andra then moved throughout the streets of Jiguuna, waving at slum orphans who recognized her. She had been like them once, born as a slave and hounded by the volatile nature of a demanding master. But several years ago, when the debt-ridden shopkeep had learned of a bounty for his head, he hoped to sell her off to the local Hutt crime lord as a ripe, young slave dancer, in order to earn his protection. Instead, she’d escaped her bonds, killed the bastard and collected on his bounty herself.

Now she was free, running bounties and taking odd jobs between Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa. Never standing still, boarding dingy shuttles at the meager, grimy spaceport, and peering at every passing vagrant, her other hand resting near the concealed blaster at her hip. She wasn’t any double-dealing scoundrel with a target on her back, nor had she yet earned a respected, formidable reputation either. But just because she was some sultry Twi’lek with sour, green-yellow skin and alluring blue eyes, didn’t mean she wouldn’t stand her ground. She was determined to prove her worth, and never be held back by the circumstances of her past.

She just had to keep moving, heedless of the incessant, gnawing bitterness that plagued her wherever she went.

Endnotes: Ramy, Krix, and Smug were from episodes “Padawan Lost” and “Wookie Hunt” and were briefly seen in “Friends and Enemies.” 

If you’ve read my fanfic “Jedi Scholar”, then you’ll recognize Veda from the Maiden’s Sanctuary. There’s some more information about her in my “Original Characters” at https://archiveofourown.org/works/30579254/chapters/75763145.

As with previous chapters, original characters from this chapter will also be posted there.

#Star Wars #Star Wars Legends #Boba Fett #Bossk #original characters #fanfic #fanfiction #Swan's creations #Nouveau AU

[wanderinginksplot]

Loved your Hondo and Aurra one, can you write something with cad bane being enamored by a new bounty Hunter or something of the like?

Okay, so this ended up almost a thousand words longer than I meant it to be! Still, I hope you enjoy!

The Bounty

Bane hated Coruscant. The whole cursed planet was a city and the teeming life made the reptile in him want to get as far away as he could and just curl up in the sun. But bounty hunters - even the best ones in the galaxy - had to work sometimes, and the Triple Zero had more prime targets than any other planet.

He was walking down a side street on one of the mid-levels in search of his current bounty. Despite Todo’s fretting, he and the droid were safer here than anywhere above or below. He had to give his target credit: they knew how to hide. The level was high enough that there was no need to watch your back just so no one would stab it, but disreputable enough that someone hiding from the authorities wouldn’t stand out.

Still, Bane was in a foul mood, and it was only getting worse as he continued to be unable to find his target. After he circled the same filthy block for the fourth time, Bane let out a blistering curse.

“Are you Cad Bane?” 

He whirled, hands resting on the butts of his blaster pistols as he cursed himself. How long had it been since someone had managed to sneak up on him? Too long to start making stupid mistakes now. 

“Who’s askin’?” he growled, scanning the dark alleyway. His red, slit-pupiled eyes adjusted better to the gloom than those of most other species, but even he had trouble picking out the speaker until they moved.

As the shadowed form stepped closer, Bane noted with some distaste that it was a human female. Duros had invented hyperdrives and had settled all across the galaxy, but it was the humans who were the most prevalent species. Nothing in the universe was fair.

This particular human looked to be nothing special. Her hair hung in limp strands - probably due to the humidity from the steam vents several buildings away - and her clothes looked like they had seen days in levels a lot lower than this one.

“I have some information for you,” she said, her voice pleasantly low and pitched to avoid being overheard.

“I’m sure,” Bane snorted.

“It’s good information,” she assured. “Worth a credit or two?”

“Dat’s not how dis works, girlie,” he said with a menacing chuckle, drawing one of the blasters and aiming in less time than it took to breathe. “Tell me da information an’ I’ll decide what it’s worth.”

She looked frightened, but nodded. “Th- There’s another bounty hunter after your target. I was sent to warn you that the guild gave out t-two biometric fobs.”

“Who sent ya tah warn me?” Bane demanded, absolutely livid. First, he was ousted as the Fett brat's godfather, and now the guild had issued another fob for his target? Ridiculous and insulting. Maybe that's why he was pressing the human female so hard, and why he hadn't put his blaster away yet. 

“I don’t know, I swear!” she answered quickly. “He just pointed you out to me, gave me some credits, and told me what to tell you. Please don’t kill me!” She fell to her knees with the plea. Her actual skragging knees. 

Bane shot her a disgusted look and holstered his blaster. In a few steps, he was at her side and tugged her roughly to her feet. She was heavier than she looked, but he had no problem getting her to stand - or keeping her close, even when she had started to struggle in an effort to get away from him. 

"Are ya lyin' tah me, girl?" She shook her head frantically, but he noted with a spike of deep-buried interest that she had glanced at his mouth. It wasn't uncommon for people to mix up fear and interest, especially on a lower level of Coruscant. 

Bane knew he had nothing to fear from this small human. He could read her every thought in her wide eyes and the expressions on her honest face. There was no reason not to have a little fun.

He pulled her closer, so close that the brim of his hat brushed her forehead as he continued, "So ya just thought to trick some extra credits outta me?"

"Uh, Master?" Todo chirped irritatingly.

"Shut up, droid," Bane snapped irritably as her gaze slid over to the techno-service droid instead of being fixed on Bane's own red eyes. He missed their weight, their heat. "D'ya know what I do tah people who try tah trick me?"

And there it was, her gaze flirted to his mouth again and lingered, just for a moment. 

"How ‘bout ya earn those credits a different way?" 

Offense crossed her face. "I'm not a-"

He lunged in for a kiss before she could tell him what she wasn't. 

Duros didn't put much stock in kissing as an expression of anything, but it was the best way Bane knew of getting humans in the right headspace for more… inter-species recreation. 

"Master," Todo said urgently and Bane fought a sigh. He hated the droid sometimes, but it was right. He had a target to find and now, there was a deadline.

He nipped at the human's lower lip with his sharp teeth and pulled away. "I've gotta go take care-a dis. See ya around."

She blinked up at him, looking rumpled and more than a bit confused. "But-"

"Master!" 

"Shut up, droid," Bane snapped. "Can't ya see I'm goin'?"

When he turned back, the female was leaving. Bane spared a single thought for her, wishing momentarily that he had gotten her name, but he had bigger things to focus on. He had to find his bounty, cause some pain to the guild member who had issued a second fob, and figure out why he couldn't feel the vibroblade in his boot.

Wait…

Bane patted himself down and found that he was missing the pouch with his credits, the vibroblade from his boot, and the tracking fob. 

"Master," Todo said again. "I've been trying to tell you: that girl was stealing from you!"

Bane hissed, whipping around to fix his gaze on the female. She was just rounding the corner of a building and saw him looking her way. Rather than the fearful look she had worn through their interaction, she grinned and sent a triumphant wink his way.

"Next time, just tell me!" Bane snapped, running after her. "Now I gotta track an unknown through da planet!"

"I traced the water from her hair while you were… occupied," Todo volunteered. "I believe she came from the steam vents three blocks west."

Bane changed directions and picked up speed, Todo soaring through the air beside him giving directions. At a certain point, he slowed, “I cannot go further. The steam will short out my circuits.”

“Fine, just wait dere,” Bane ordered over his shoulder. “Dis won’t take long.”

When Bane got to the steam vents, he immediately recognized the female's silhouette standing next to a nondescript, illegally parked ship. She was facing the opposite direction, speaking into a comlink hidden under her grimy sleeve. 

"Well, keep me updated," she said, clearly disappointed with the person on the other end of the line.

Bane was on her before she could lower her arm, twisting her around. However, her reflexes were better than he had expected, and she turned and kicked him away in the same moment. Still, Bane hadn’t lived this long being taken by surprise. He grabbed her shoulders as he was pushed back, and levered her along with him. In the end, his balance was caught by a wall, and his grip pulled her against him until there was not an inch of space between their bodies. 

"Gimme one good reason I shouldn't blast ya to pieces right now," he snarled in her face, one blaster already drawn and pressed to her temple.

Though this was a lot less friendly than the last time they had been so close, she wore a crooked little smile. “Because I can give back everything I took?”

“Yeah? An’ how is dat gonna make up fer da fact dat ya thought it’d be smart tah steal from me?”

The smile widened and took on a saucy look. “I think I more than made up for it back there. And there’s more where that came from. But first! Credits, fob…”

She hesitated before handing over the vibroblade. “I really like the knife. Any chance I could keep it?”

“I could shoot ya right now an’ no one would blink - least of all, me,” Bane hissed.

She pouted a bit, but passed the blade back. “Now, where were we?” she purred, moving as if to slide her hands up Bane’s arms.

Bane knocked her hands away and her comlink went off. She hit the button that allowed it to transmit, and Bane was less than thrilled, “I didn’t tell ya tah answer that.”

“We’re clear,” the comlink said.

“Who’s clear-a what?” he asked suspiciously, the end of the question muffled by the human female’s lips meeting his mouth once more. He obliged her, taking control of the kiss with a hand in her hair, holstering his blaster so he could use the other to angle her jaw.

“Bane,” she moaned at the contact.

Bane broke the kiss and tried not to pant as he said, “Ya got me at a disadvantage, darlin’. Ya know my name, but I never caught yers.”

“Oche,” she told him, giving a mischievous little smirk. “And that’s not the only thing you didn’t catch, bounty hunter.”

He was already furious by the time he tried to reach for her and found his wrists caught in magnetic binders, attached to the wall behind him. 

“Well, that was lovely,” Oche said chipperly. “I do wish I could stay longer. I would love to see if all the rumors about you are true.”

Her gaze drifted downward and Bane growled at her, knowing full well what she would find if she looked too closely.

“Anyway, looks like we’re both done here.” 

As she began to root through his jacket, Bane glowered. “So, ya were tryin’ tah steal my bounty all along.”

“Not really,” Oche said after a thoughtful pause. “It’s more like… a partnership. You found the guy, I got the fob, and Embo got the bounty.”

Embo. Bane should have guessed that the Kyuzo would be one to steal a bounty. He had already tried to steal Bane’s signature wide-hat style. Aloud, he just said, “And when am I gonna get my share-a da payment fer this little partnership?”

“Well, your portion was done on more of a volunteer basis,” she hedged.

Before Bane could tell her how little he cared about volunteering anything, she said, “I’m taking some of your credits, the fob, and the vibroknife. I really did like it.”

As she stepped away, Oche added, “Embo said to tell you thanks for the bounty. He didn’t know if he could find them alone, but you were a big help. And don’t worry, those cuffs will come off as soon as my ship leaves the atmosphere.

With that, she scampered off, climbed into her ship, and blew him a kiss goodbye through the viewport. Bane bared his pointed teeth at her in return.

Oche was right, though: the binders fell off only minutes after her ship had risen through the air. Bane spent only a moment glaring at the sky before he walked back in the direction of his own ship, lost in thought. 

Fett had Wesell, Embo had Oche, even Ohnaka had Sing. Was he the only bounty hunter left in the galaxy who still worked solo? Where was his apprentice?

“Master!” Todo cried, hovering beside the Duros’s face. “Did you find her? Did you get the target?”

“Oh, I gotta target, all right,” Bane said darkly. “An’ I’m not gonna stop ‘til I get ‘er.”

He would find Embo and Oche, he would get his money for the target he had found, and then… Bane and Oche would finish what they had started. 

Whether it would be finished with blasters or something more primal, he wasn’t certain, but it would be finished either way.

#fic request #anonymous fic request #cad bane #todo 360 #bounty hunter #cad bane is easily distracted #for a bounty hunter #original female character #mentioned #embo #jango fett #zam wesell #hondo ohnaka #aurra sing #threats of violence #dubious consent #sfw though #just kissing #and death threats but whatever

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Day 2: High-Speed Chase

“—eading down east side, Commander!”

“Copy, shifting.”

Commander Fox depressed the accelerator on his BARC Speeder, zipping with ease through the crowded skylanes.

Some bounty hunters had stolen some high-value data from a Republic Data-Center. Him and The Guard had been ordered to get it back. Fox didn’t fail his objectives.

In the distance, he could hear rapid blaster-fire and the occasional bang or boom of a speeder crashing. Aurek Patrol had been the closest to the scene at the time, so on Fox’s order, they had engaged. The Commander himself had been back at the Republic Military Base, but had sprinted to a speeder when the call came in.

The blaster-fire grew louder as he neared the chase. Zipping around a corner, Fox came across two air-speeders, three occupants each. He recognized all of them from bounty-hunting bulletins. Probably trying to take the ‘score’ for themselves. He thought as the wind buffeted his form. Don’t shoot at me, don’t get in my way, and you’re not my problem.

He flew past the two speeders and looked up at a skylane above his. He had given Aurek Patrol’s Commanding Officer free reign to engage at his discretion due to Fox’s lack of knowledge of the situation. The Commander reserved his own judgement for when he arrived on the scene.

Time almost seemed to slow down as more adrenaline entered the Commander’s bloodstream. His brain entered an analytical mode when in a dangerous situation; That was exactly what was happening. There’s no way this thing can elevate to that level fast enough to keep up. He thought, realizing his dilemma with the BARC. His eyes darted around for a moment, then, Bingo.

There was a section of building jutting out at just the right angle to act as a ramp to get him up there quicker. He steered his speeder across the skylane and depressed the accelerator as far as it would go before quickly connecting his HUD to the speeder’s electronics system and overclocking the repulsors in an effort to give himself some extra height, hoping to whatever deities that existed that this worked. The speeder hit the ‘ramp’ and flew upwards…

A hodgepodge transport that looked like a sneeze could take it apart flew above him, followed by several turbo-laser bolts flying towards his men from Aurek Patrol that were pursuing on jetpacks and speeders. Apparently it was armed. Not good.

Fox’s mind registered three phrases,

Civilians threatened…

Troopers threatened…

Lethal Force: Authorized.

As he flew through the air from his jump, Fox pulled an impact grenade from his belt and lobbed at the transport’s engine nacelles. The grenade landed home, slamming into one of the engines and detonating, sending the transport spiraling onto a section of unused artificial land and crashing with a screech of metal on metal. Fox nodded in approval as his speeder stabilized at the desired level and he saw a Coruscant Guard gunship descend towards the crash site to check for survivors.

Note, add impact grenades to standard unit-wide equipment. Some part of his mind mentally marked down.

Focusing back on the chase, Fox accelerated through the traffic and came upon two Starhawk speeder bikes each carrying two bounty hunters. Seriously? What is with these guys? Fox scoffed.

Before he could zip past them, the passenger on each bike turned and began firing a blaster pistol at him. Fox easily dodged the poorly aimed shots as his mind registered the threat and analyzed the quickest way of elimination.

Speeder blasters too inaccurate. Precision required. Hand-blasters acceptable.

Fox took one hand off the controls and drew one DC-17, firing two quick and precise shots into the backs of his two attackers, making them slump in their seats, unconscious and injured but not dead. He fired two more shots, each one hit one of the repulsors on the bikes, sending them careening into a nearby empty walkway. Two Jet-Troopers peeled off to go arrest them as Fox shot forward again.

Now nearing the bounty hunters’ vehicle, he could identify them. Embo, Aurra Sing, and Cad Bane. Of fekking course. The three top hunters in the galaxy. I thought today would be an easy day for once, no stress. But nooooo…

Fox watched as one of his Jet-Troopers flew forward, attempting to get a disabling shot on the speeder only for Cad Bane to put a blaster-bolt straight through the unlucky trooper’s head. He felt his composure slip for a moment, MURDE— He took a deep breath. Then exhaled. Targets armed and dangerous. Locate efficient way to neutralize and capture.

The hunters flew down a few levels and began zipping through side passages, Fox only a few meters behind them. Finally, deciding he’d had enough, Fox opened up with the high-powered blasters on his own speeder, doing his best to avoid civilians if the shots missed. Finally, the Commander scored a lucky hit and the hunters’ speeder fell from the sky, sliding onto and unused landing pad. He watched as the three disembarked, and then fired a few blasts into the speeder, making it explode. When the smoke cleared, he saw Embo’s hat flying at him. He tried to avoid it, but it clipped one of his repulsors and sent him crashing to the landing platform.

As Fox climbed to his feet, he silently cursed himself for forgetting the Kyuzo bounty hunter’s impeccable throwing skill. Looking up, he spotted Aurra Sing slowly walking towards him with a single blaster drawn. What he also saw, was the blue glow of the Republic Data Crystal he was after in one of her belt pouches. He purposely stumbled in an attempt to draw her closer, he had to get the crystal.

Sing laughed as she stopped about a foot from him, “You were a very brave little clone. Chasing us all the way down here. Very skilled too. It’s almost a shame I have to kill you.” She raised her blaster, and then Fox struck. His left hand shot out, grabbing her blaster and jerking it from her hand. Before she could react, the Guardsman twirled on his heel and sweeped her legs out from under her, sending her to the ground. He tossed her blaster away and drew his own, putting three stun bolts directly into her head. That should keep her down for a while.

Fox crouched, quickly swiping the data crystal and depositing it in one of his belt compartments before snapping a pair of binders onto the stunned bounty hunter. Not a second later, blaster bolts flew his way from Bane and Embo, forcing the trooper into cover behind a stack of crates. As the two hunters peppered his hiding place with blaster-fire, Fox’s mind whirred for a solution. Come on, give me something…. He felt around on his belt, then, Aha! This oughta do. He palmed the thermal detonator, activated it, and then lobbed it over the crates. A moment passed, and then a blaster fired, followed by an early explosion. And that was when Fox rolled out of cover, letting loose a hail of blaster bolts at the two hunters, forcing them to take cover.

Fox focused on Bane, sprinting towards where Bane had taken cover, only for the Duros to explode out from behind the wall, knocking the Commander’s DCs from his hands, but not before he got off a single bolt into Bane’s side. Fox punched Bane in the stomach and went for an uppercut, only for Bane to catch it roundhouse kick Fox’s helmet off. He grunted, taking a step back, only for his eyes to widen and he quickly rolled to the side as Bane’s flamethrower activated. Not good. Eliminate. Now.

He moved forward as the flamethrower turned off, sidestepping a kick and catching a right-hook. He jerked his head forward, headbutting the Duros, sending him reeling. Without giving him a chance to recover, Fox slammed his boot into the hunter’s face, knocking him out cold. And then he remembered, Osik! Embo!

He turned around, only for that damned hat to slam straight into his face. Fox felt his nose break and grunted as blood began pouring down his face. His vision swam for a moment, but he saw Embo catch his hat and turn to run, only for a line of laser blasts to cut him off. He stopped and looked up, Fox did too, seeing four gunships descending from the sky, all with Shock Troopers roping down from them. Embo’s hands immediately raised.

A pair of medics jogged over to Fox, one with his helmet and the other with his blasters. “Sir, are you alright?”

Fox couldn’t help himself, he laughed. “Just another day in the life of a Coruscanti Guardsman.”

I couldn’t help myself. This demanded to be written early.

(The chase scene was inspired by Red VS Blue)

#CommanderFoxWeek #RvB Inspired #Clone Badassery #Writing #Star Wars

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 27)

Jaig Eyes (27/?)

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Hostages

I was jerked awake by a hard punch to the face, pain blossoming on my cheek. I winced, gritting my teeth and spitting out the blood pouring from the cut forming in my mouth.

"Bitch," I growled lowly, pulling against the bindings that kept my wrists secure behind my back. Aurra knelt down to my level, smirking.

"I'm actually glad you happened to be aboard Windu's ship. You'll fetch a nice price, especially now that you're working for the Republic."

"Like Jabba would let you do that," I spit. "Despite my current status in the war, Jabba still likes me a hell of a lot more than he likes you."

Her jaw shifted as she scowled, hitting me hard across the face again. I felt a cut open up above my left eyebrow, near where one of my scars already resided. Warm blood trickled down my temple and along my jaw.

"Maybe," Aurra allowed. "But Count Dooku would pay well for you."

I clenched my jaw as the sound of speeders approached outside of Slave I. She stood, peering outside with a dark glimmer in her eye.

"Boba," she called into the cockpit. "Get outside. Your trap is set." The young boy emerged, his eyes averted from my bruising form.

"Boba," I tried to get his attention. "Don't do this. I know you're angry, but killing the jedi isn't going to bring your father back!"

Aurra delivered me a harsh kick to the ribs, silencing me as it became difficult to breathe. But, I felt Boba's hesitation before he exited the ship, now clad in an outfit more suited for a bounty hunter. I was glad he decided to follow in his father's footsteps...but I wasn't stoked at how he was going about doing it.

Of all hunters...he had to choose Aurra Sing. The backstabbing, disloyal bitch he'd heard me complain about to Jango all the time. Then again, Jango didn't have any real quarrel with him. But it's not like she was anyone's friend, either.

She'd turn anyone in for a case of good credits.

"I advise you not to try and turn him against me," Aurra said, her pale face leaning close to my own. "He's mine. He listens to me, because I actually care."

"Bullshit," I hissed. "I know you don't give a damn about him. You're just using him."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, I'm doing for him what you've failed to do."

"Corrupting him? Turning him into a criminal? He's just a boy!"

"Giving him justice!"

I'd made her lose her cool. Perfect. I kicked out my foot hard, sending her careening backwards. A swing of my legs got me up to my knees, letting me barrel forward into her, shoulder first. It certainly didn't feel good, especially with my arms tied behind my back, but I doubt it felt good for her either.

I grappled as best I could with her long limbs, but she quickly swung her sniper around her body, beating me in the temple with the butt. I could have sworn I travelled at light speed, the stars in my vision were moving so fast.

She kicked me in the diaphragm, my back hitting the wall as I gasped. Pulling me back upright, her eyes were dark, her nose crinkled in anger. "I can't have you going around and doing that this whole time, can I?" she mused, drawing out a knife from her belt.

I struggled against her to no avail, my mind still spinning from the hit to the head. "What are you doing?" I asked, watching her as she tapped the short knife against the armor plates on my chest.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you. Yet." She slid the blade between the plates of armor and between my ribs. I cried out, feeling the hot burning of blood as she pulled it back free. "Try not to overexert yourself," she advised darkly. "Or talk too much. Too much bleeding and you'll die. Or your lungs could collapse. Depending on the situation. Of course," she muttered as I panted, trying to relax myself. I knew where she'd stabbed me. It was a place commonly used by bounty hunters against unruly humanoid captives. It forced someone to be rather complacent, under the threat of imminent death if the heart rate went to high or one moved too much. "Dooku would likely pay for you dead, too. So I don't really care if you die or not."

She pulled a rag from her pocket, tying it tightly around my head, gagging me. "Now be a good girl and come meet our other guests."

She pulled me up harshly, knowing full well the movement would hurt like hell. I groaned, doing my best not to cry out, and let her drag me outside of Slave I.

We were on Vanqor, the smoking remains of the Endurance looming in the distance. Aurra pushed me down to a sitting position against the ship's side, my head turning to see Admiral Killian, Commander Ponds, and a navigation officer I didn't know. They were all tied and gagged as well.

Bossk glanced at me, but said nothing. We'd done some jobs before. I didn't have anything against the Trandoshan...until now, of course. Bastard didn't seem to mind at all that I was going to be sold off.

I wished Embo or Sugi were on this team. They'd have helped me.

Then again, I was glad they weren't helping Boba behind my back. Silver linings...silver linings.

A loud, rumbling explosion echoed from the Endurance, making all of us look up. The bridge was a ball of smoke, the end of it hanging lower than usual, practically ready to tear away from the rest. Bossk climbed up the mass of rocks to stand beside Aurra, Boba, and a Klatooinian I didn't know the name of. I recognized him, but had never actually worked with him before.

"Mace is dead," Aurra announced darkly to Boba, who was watching the bridge with electrobinoculars. "Are you happy now?"

"I want to make sure he's dead," Boba growled, walking back towards us.

Aurra seemed annoyed, hopping down from the rocks. "There's nothing left of Windu to find, Boba." I glanced sideways at Killian, knowing we were both putting the pieces together in our heads. They'd laid a trap for Windu on the wreckage of the Endurance...it seemed he sprung it.

"I want to get off this planet now," the Klantooinian declared, his voice gravelly. "This place is crawling with gundarks and besides, we have these hostages to drag along with us now."

Aurra stopped as the four bounty hunters watched us. "This extra baggage will fetch us a hefty sum from the Separatists."

"Well, it's a lot of trouble for not enough payout if you ask me." I watched the unnamed hunter closely. I could feel his flakiness through the force. He was the one most likely to cause infighting. Maybe that was the way out of this mess.

Boba threw down his binoculars angrily. "You haven't even done anything!" he yelled. "I've taken all the risks."

The Klantooinian grabbed Boba by the neck, raising his clawed hand to strike. My heartrate escalated in fear for my little brother, despite said little brother being a huge piece of osik right now. "Quiet, runt!"

Aurra immediately drew her pistol aiming it at the bounty hunter, making him groan in exasperation. "I wouldn't do that." The Klantooinian released the young boy. I made a mental note to kick his ass for laying a grimy finger on my brother.

Of course, I'd likely also kick Boba's ass, but that was different.

"Count Dooku will pay us well, if we bring back the jedi's head," Boba insisted. He had a point, but I could tell that his insistence had nothing to do with money. He wanted to be sure. Realistically, one explosion had failed to kill Windu. It was likely the skilled jedi could escape another.

Still, I felt distress in the force. Something was wrong, but I couldn't tell what. Not yet. Maybe if I had a moment of quiet, I could concentrate enough without overexerting myself. Bleeding out on this damned planet wouldn't be a good thing, after all.

"Dooku might pay us for killing Windu," Aurra mused, thinking over Boba's words. "Then we're looking at a profit. The Klantooinian groaned again. "Now relax. Boba is right. To get paid, we need proof of Windu's death. And if we killed Skywalker, we can ask for double."

"Double?" the disgruntled bounty hunter repeated eagerly.

"Yes, but we need proof. Bossk," Aurra commanded. "Take care of our guests while we're gone."

The three hunters sped away, leaving Bossk's towering form looming over us. I watched him warily for a moment before closing my eyes slowly, leaning back against Slave I's hull. I wasn't sure if what I was going to attempt was even possible. If it was, I didn't know if I was powerful enough, or knowledgeable enough in the force to do it.

I wanted to break loose. Break the bindings like I had on Grievous' ship. But then I'd have to face Bossk. For the record, Trandoshans are not easy targets to take down. And I, for one, had a rather serious stab wound that would both slow me down and likely kill me should I engage in any long-term fighting.

So for now, I searched in the force to try and find Skywalker and Windu. After a moment, I found them. Injured. Aboard the Endurance. Skywalker was awake, but weak. Windu wasn't even conscious.

I debated trying to speak to Skywalker, but he didn't know anything about my past. But Windu wasn't awake… would that even work?

"Windu," I tried, pushing the thought towards him through the force. I felt his mind stir, even though his body didn't. "Mace, can you hear me?"

"I hear you," his thoughts echoed back. "Kida?"

"Thank the force, you're alive," I breathed in our minds, already feeling the exhaustion from using the force in this way. "I need to be quick. This isn't easy and I'm injured."

"There was...an explosion." He was confused, still not seeing the situation he was in.

"Yes. Boba's trap."

"So it is Boba Fett?"

"He was hiding amongst the clone cadets, yes. I should have noticed sooner. I knew something was wrong. He is coming for you. With Aurra Sing and another hunter I don't know. They want your head."

"You need to send help," he said more firmly, his body beginning to awaken, making it harder for our connection to last.

"I wish I could," I sighed. "But I, along with Admiral Killian, Ponds, and another soldier are all prisoners of Aurra and her gang. I can't help you. You guys need to get out of there. Quickly. And, when you can," I added, feeling our connection fading. "Send someone to come get us. I'd rather not bleed out as a prisoner on my father's ship."

His response was warbled by us losing connection as he awoke. Well, he certainly knew that I was in touch with my force abilities now. I panted hard, opening my eyes, becoming aware of the sweat covering my face and stinging the cut above my brow with the salt. My side was aching, the shirt beneath my armor warm and sticky with my blood.

Bossk had moved back to the cliffside to watch over the Endurance from afar, leaving us prisoners alone. Still, escape wasn't really in the book of plays, right now. That was impossibly frustrating.

"Kida," an accented whisper called quietly. I turned my head to see that Killian had wiggled his gag free. "Are you alright?" I nodded, breathing heavily. It probably wasn't very convincing, considering the worried look they all gave me. Still, Killian let it slide, sighing lowly. "They executed the crew," he lamented, his thoughts shifting between anger and sadness. "And now the generals are likely dead as well."

I shook my head, casting a glance towards Bossk's back to make sure we were still having a private conversation.

Killian lifted his brow. "I appreciate your optimism, but-"

I shook my head again, grunting into the rag. I wished I could pull my down as well, but Aurra had tied it excessively tight. I grunted again, trying to communicate that I knew Windu was alive.

"How can you be sure?" Somehow, Killian understood me.

I mumbled, "I'm sure," through the rag as best I could.

"Hey," the hissing voice of the Trandoshan made me jump, a low groan pouring from my mouth at the movement. "No talking," Bossk commanded, pulling Killian's gag back into place roughly. "Back on board!"

He stooped, pulling the three crew members together and dragging them around the side of the ship to the gangway. He left them there in a heap, pulling me cruelly to my feet. I groaned, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as my body complained, my side aflame with hot pain. He forced me to walk up the gangway-more limp and drag myself, than anything else-while he pulled the other captors up.

"Bossk," Aurra's voice came through the comms harshly. "Fire up Slave I. We're going to blast what's left of this ship to pieces."

Bossk stopped, pulling his comms from his waist, his back to me. "I'll be ready when you arrive."

Despite my better judgement, I turned, barreling myself into Bossk's back. He tripped over the other captives, rolling into the dusty ground of Vanqor. I knelt as best I could, trying to help Ponds to his feet. We managed it, but Bossk was far too strong and too fast.

He threw Ponds sideways off the gangway, the clone commander hitting the ground hard. His taloned hand swiped at me, glancing off my Mandalorian armor. On his second try, Bossk clamped down over my shoulder, his razor sharp nails digging into my skin.

I cried out, kicking weakly, but we both knew he'd beaten me as he lifted me off the ground by my shoulder. He walked forward, tossing me inside, before collecting the rest. I panted hard against the wall, aware of more blood now finding new ways to leave my body.

"A valiant effort," Killian mumbled, his gag half-off again. Bossk walked by us, shoving us against the wall as the scanner of the ship beeped.

"What was that?" Aurra's voice growled through the comms.

Bossk hissed, his tongue dancing along his teeth. "Scanners picked up an explosion. Near where the jedi landed."

"Jam any communications off this planet!" I could hear Aurra's worry in her voice, even if she tried to hide it with anger. I hoped it was Windu getting out of the wreckage, but I couldn't check. For now, I had to focus on not dying since I took yet another beating and my stab wound wasn't super fond of it.

The four of us against the wall watched Aurra, Boba, and the Klanooinian board, stashing away the speeders before congregating in the cockpit. As we took off, Aurra came back to drag me into the cockpit with them, a jedi starfighter flying before us through the viewport.

"You're a friend of the jedi's aren't you?" she whispered in my ear, shoving me to my knees. "Then watch as we kill him." Boba leapt into the turret seat, trying to shoot down Windu's fighter as Bossk maintained the ship's controls.

They chased the fighter across the side of the massive frigate, blowing new holes into it. Weirdly, despite my depleted energy and ability to use the force, I could tell that there was no living being in the fighter. It occured to me that it was likely R2, trying to send out a distress call.

Smart little droid.

We passed the bridge, Slave I pursuing the fighter up and out of the atmosphere. Anakin and Mace were somewhere down there still. Hurt, but alive...for now.

"Hold it steady," Boba growled, watching the aiming mechanism with determination.

"You've knocked out his communications," Bossk hissed, the side of the starfighter smoking.

"The rings," the unnamed hunter said. "Mark 3-5. They're powering up!"

"If we can take out the rings, he'll be trapped," Aurra surmised, giving me a devious smile.

"Which one?" Boba asked, both rings appearing on his screen. It seemed R2 was approaching between the two. The droid never ceased to amaze me.

"Destroy them both!" Aurra yelled, leaning over my brother's shoulder.

"We can't get in range," Bossk argued. "You get one shot at this, kid." I watched out the viewport warily, seeing R2 vere towards the right. I smirked, knowing no one was watching me. He would go for the left, smart little droid. He, like his master, was rather cunning.

"I've got you, Windu," Boba growled, firing on the right ring. To his credit, he destroyed the ring, but R2 was too clever, swinging back around to connect with the one on the left. "No!" Boba cried out, seeing the jedi starfighter jump away.

"Well, there goes a fortune," the Klanooinian yelled. "Nice work, kid!"

Boba's face was dark, his thoughts ever darker, as Bossk called back from the pilot's seat. "What's our next move?"

"Right. Well this has gone well." The unnamed bounty hunter really was annoying, despite the possibility that he could spell the group's downfall in my favor. "Windu will be back here with a fleet. He'll hunt us down," he worried.

"Don't count on it," Aurra returned, glancing at me again. "The jedi don't carry grudges." She stepped past me, opening the door to reveal the other captives. "But I have ways of...motivating him. We'll make Windu come to us next time. On our terms." I met Killian's worried gaze, sweat beading on my face from keeping myself upright. Man, I really shouldn't have tried to take on Bossk.

Aurra shoved me back into place with the other captives before turning back to her band of hunters. "Now let's get out of here," she commanded. "I want to regroup."

As Bossk engaged the ship's hyperdrive, Boba leaned over his seat, looking back at us. He did his best to keep his expression steely, but I could see the worry when his eyes scanned my face. I wouldn't lie, my worry matched his. I'd had some bad situations, but this one seemed rather ominous. I wouldn't last long without medical help.

If Aurra took too long-or the Republic, for that matter-I'd be delivered to Dooku dead rather than alive.

I leaned back as the door between us and the cockpit closed again, bathing us in a dim red light. Commander Ponds knelt beside me, nudged my shoulder gently. He gave me a small nod, which I did my best to return.

As time passed, however, I became more slumped, pushing myself backwards off of my knees to lean entirely against the metal wall. I was doing my best to stay conscious, Ponds thankfully helping by giving me nudges whenever my eyes would begin to close. He knew as well as I that if I allowed myself to sleep, I may not wake up.

Suddenly, the door hissed open, revealing Boba. I could feel his conflict without even reaching out in the force. He knelt before Admiral Killian, gently pulling his gag away.

"This isn't what I wanted," my brother admitted softly, looking down at the ground. Killian was silent as Boba gave him some water. My expression softened while I looked at him. Sure, he was being ridiculous right now, but I understood his anger. I held it for a while too. Maybe even still did, on some level.

But no matter what he did, he'd always be that pudgy little boy who ran down the bright halls of the cloning facility to give me one of my first hugs.

"You don't have to do this," Killian said gently. "You're not like them. I can tell."

"What do you know, old man?" Boba asked harshly. I smirked slightly under my gag. Boba was young, but he had certainly learned my disdain for authority.

"I know a good soldier when I see one." Killian kept his voice even.

"I'm no soldier!" Boba was angry now. "I'm no clone! Not like those two! What?" He cried at the navigation officer. "What are you looking at?!"

"Boba," Aurra's voice said, hyper-gentle for someone like her. She stood in the doorway, watching the young hunter. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Boba spit, yanking Killian's gag back into place. Aurra smirked at the room while Boba backed away from us. "What are we going to do with them?" he asked, his eyes cutting to me only briefly.

"Oh," she said, leaning forward to drag her fingers down Killian's face. "I think our friends here are finally going to prove useful." She pulled back, slapping Killian hard.

I flinched for him as Aurra kept hitting him, the older man letting out pained grunts. I found some strength in my own defiance, pushing myself from the wall to glare at the Palliduvan. I shook my head endlessly, grunting against my gag.

"What?" she asked, turning to me. "Haven't you had enough?" She struck me across the face, sending me falling back into the wall. Yanking down my gag, she put her face close to mine, hissing, "Stop trying to act like you're some hero. You're not!"

I spit in her eye, making her reel back. "I know," I growled. "But at least I'm not a sick shab like you!"

Her long fingers wrapped around my side, her thumb pushing at where she'd stabbed me. I cried out, squirming as blood oozed out over her hand. "Don't act all high and mighty, Kida," she growled. "You're nothing. You let the only father you knew die and you use his name like you deserve it. Even your own brother hates you!" She gestured to Boba, who looked horrified, his eyes wide as he saw the pain in my face.

Aurra dropped her head, her lips beside my ear so no one else could hear. "He's mine, Kida. And there's nothing you can do to change that. You failed." She stood to full height, her hand releasing my wound. I would have sighed in relief if I felt any better. To be honest, she may have removed the knife in my side, but it now felt like a sizeable one was in my chest.

Had I really failed Boba?

"Get them together, Castas," she commanded, finally giving me a name for the Klanooinian. "It's time we sent the jedi a message."

Castas dragged us all into a line, putting me between Ponds and Killian. Boba and Aurra stood behind us, pistols in hand. The comms engaged, the message broadcasting to the Republic. I did my best to look like I wasn't dying. I wasn't sure if it was convincing or not.

"Mace Windu," Boba said behind me as Aurra yanked down Ponds' gag beside me, leaving us the only two who could speak. Still, I had no ability to do so as my side burned enough to nearly topple me over, if it weren't for my shoulder leaning heavily on the admiral. "You were lucky to escape," my kid brother continued, aiming his pistol at the back of Ponds' head. "Your friends here, were not so fortunate."

"Until you face Boba," Aurra jumped in, giving Ponds a kick. "They will be killed. One at a time. What's your name?" she spit. Ponds didn't respond, looking defiantly at the comms unit. "Name!" Aurra gave him another hard kick.

The commander grunted. "CT-411," he growled lowly, not giving them the right to say the name his brothers gave him.

Aurra sighed, giving a grunt of disgust. "Pathetic. Boba, do it." My heart beat hard in my chest, my head turning to make eye contact with Ponds. He was a good man. Why did it have to be him? His deep brown eyes hid his fear well. He knew what was coming. It was almost like he was trying to reassure me, rather than the other way around. "Boba," Aurra hissed when no shot came. I saw the barrel of Boba's blaster shake, before he pulled it away, unable to execute Ponds.

I thought for a moment that the man was safe. I should have known better.

Aurra aimed quickly and pulled the trigger, sending the clone sprawling into my lap. "Ponds!" I cried out, my voice scratchy and weak from my wound. He was dead.

"Only three to go, Windu," Aurra threatened, tapping her pistol against my head. I felt Boba's anxiety spike at the mention of Aurra executing me, but he didn't show it on his face. "Come and find us. We'll be waiting."

The comms cut off, Castas pulling Ponds off of me to eject him out of the airlock. We were brought back to the back room, my mouth closed tightly to keep me from saying anything that would get anyone else killed.

I knew Aurra wouldn't kill me. Out of the three of us left, I would fetch the highest price. If Windu showed up, they'd kill him and then bring us both to the Separatists. The jedi likely knew that. Would they come for us? The men beside me knew what war was. They knew the risks. Knew their duties.

But was I ready to make that sacrifice play? I wondered if Killian's thoughts about my moral standings were right or not.

The door hissed open as Boba entered, Aurra immediately lunging for him in the red-lit room. "Next time I tell you to pull the trigger," she growled, shoving him against the closed door. "You do it!"

She said nothing else, stepping away to let him clutch his shoulder. He followed meekly, glancing at us with an attempt at a brave face before they entered the cockpit. The door closed behind them, but I could feel the disgruntled nature of the room.

Boba was afraid. Confused. Angry. But mostly afraid. Sad, even. He didn't want to kill innocent people. Besides, I'm sure it was hard for him to kill people with the same face as his father.

Castas was finally falling into his role, doubting everything. His dedication to the job was gone. I hoped that he could provide us with an opening. Though, as time passed, I doubted if I could take the chance to get out. I was getting weaker by the minute.

But maybe the Admiral and navigation officer could get away.

Speaking of, Killian was mumbling to me behind his gag, trying to get it off his face to no avail. I settled my eyes on the gag, letting my mind go still. I pushed away the pain and worry for both our lives and for Boba, concentrating only on the rag.

A small jerk of my head pulled his gag down his chin. His gray brows shot up in surprise. "How did you-"

"Does it matter?" I asked breathlessly, leaning back against the wall in pain.

"No, I suppose not. How are you doing?"

"As well as one can be with a nice stab wound in my side." I was trying to crack a joke, but I really wasn't doing well. I stared at the door to the cockpit, feeling us shift into hyperspace. "I'm sorry about Ponds."

"So am I," Killian responded softly. "But you can't blame yourself, Kida."

"Can't I? I didn't even recognize my own brother."

"He's a clone, sharing the same face as all the other cadets."

I shook my head sadly, still staring blankly at the door. "I could always tell him apart when we lived on Kamino. I always knew. I think a part of me knew, even on the Endurance. I knew there was something about him, but I kept telling myself it was impossible. That there was no chance it was Boba."

"Perhaps it's a lesson to trust your instincts next time."

I huffed a laugh, wincing immediately. "Right. Next time." Killian's eyes looked over me quickly, examining the blood that was beginning to paint my chest armor before looking at my face again.

"You should rest," he said gently. "I'll be right beside you to make sure you don't stop breathing. But you need to let yourself heal as much as it can." I raised my eyebrow at him. "I won't have you dying on me, soldier," he said, his voice more like the admiral I knew him to be. "That's an order, understand?"

I smiled gently, closing my eyes. "Yes, sir."

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MANDO'A

Shab- fuck

Osik- shit

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Author's Note:

Im excited for these next moments in the story (since we know they go to Florrum). Yay for interactions with both Boba and Hondo!

In addition, chronologically, ARC TROOPERS takes place shortly after this arc, which I'm incredibly excited to have Kida be a part of.

As always, likes/shares/reviews are welcome!

-Ryder

#fanfic #fanfiction #rexxoc #rex x oc #rex #captain rex #captain rex x oc #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars oc #oc star wars #aurra sing #boba fett #slave i

[irigoddess]

Bounty Hunter Royalty AU

Nobody asked for this but here we go anywaysssss.

It’s more of a royalty AU than a GoT AU (because I know nothing about GoT really) but there are similarities. There are eight ‘houses’ (all of which contain one of our beloved bounty hunters) that rule. Some ‘houses’ rule over entire planets, some over parts of planets or important cities, and some of which are not royalty as much as clans or syndicates. They are all allies for various reasons.

I’ve had to create a lot of last names (or house names) for our hunters without surnames. Those that have surnames (Bane, Fett, Sing) remain the same. (You’ll note that the bounty hunters are almost all children of the rulers. They are all around the same age, early adulthood)

House Damerythia -  They rule over Corellia as a mix between a crime syndicate and a royal house. The King, Eregan, is of royal blood. The Queen, Moona, is the daughter of a notorious crime boss. Together they have three children: Prince Averdin, Prince Dengar, and Princess Elisian. Sigil: Raven.

House Bane -  House Bane has ruled, and continues to rule, over Duro for centuries. Though they were once a powerful force, in modern times they act as little more than figureheads. They wield very little power, but are incredibly wealthy - they put most of their money toward the prosperity of their planet. Members of the royal house include: King Bal’az, Queen Farlee, Prince Cadafamir (Cad for short), and Princess Var’la.  Sigil: A six-pointed star.

House Celiz-Razzi -  House Celiz-Razzi rule over the capital city of Theel. House Celiz has a reputation for strict spirituality, while House Razzi is invested in the arts and theatrics. They invest most of their money in spiritual places and creative endeavors. Members include: Queen Apera of House Celiz, Queen Meetra of House Razzi, Princess Latts, and Princess Everly. (It should be noted that most, though not all, Theelin identify as female.) Sigil: Swan.

House Aveth- House Aveth rules over Iridonia, and have inhabited the planet after centuries of exploitation of the people and the land. They’re in charge of keeping the planet and it’s inhabitants alive, though they have little to work with due to the wasteful nature of their ancestors. House Aveth is close to House Daguran. Members include: King Forisynth, Queen Isodine, Princess Ivana, Princess Sora (called Sugi by House Daguran), Prince Nicori, and Princess Bari. Sigil: Big Cat.

House Fett - House Fett is based on Mandalore, and rules a warrior clan rather than a planet. The title of ruler is not passed down by lineage, rather by whoever wins in gladiatorial combat. House Fett holds the throne for now, but can be usurped at any time. Members include: Jango Fett and his son Boba. (It should be noted that to most of the houses, Boba is considered a bastard as his mother is unknown.) Sigil: Mythosaur.

House Daguran- House Daguran is the royal family of Phatrong; they are the wealthiest of those allied, and have no qualms about flaunting it. Queen Esmera is into charity work, which she calls ‘pet projects’ - Iridonia is one such of these charity projects. House Daguran (and Phatrong itself) are considerably more primitive than most of the other houses, but have a strong military force. Members of this extensive house include: Queen Esmera and King Triakt. Together they share five children: Prince Dahkir, Prince Tanika, Prince Kyro and his twin, Princess Luka, and Prince Embo. King Triakt also has a slew of bastard children, including: Reki, Reli, Resi, Sakar, Shias, Neela, Tyrin, Tamia, Valan, Gana, Onich, Rajjan, Reyush, Kilana, Hyro. Sigil: Dragon.

Grand Crime Empress Sing- Aurra is a crime boss based on Nar Shaddaa, who works closely with House Aveth and House Damerynthia (she handles the slave trade between the two families). She is the youngest ‘ruler’, having inherited the position from her father. She is the only member of her family that still stands. (It should be noted that Aurra still takes orders from the Hutts above all, as Nar Shaddaa is a Hutt world). Sigil: Two Crossed Viroblades Clan Sessek- Based on Trandosha, Clan Sessek controls the prime hunting grounds. They allied with the others to provide soldiers in exchange for prey to hunt. Noted Members include: Bossk and his father, Cradossk. Sigil: Three Claw marks.

#star wars #swtcw #sw au #cad bane #jango fett #bounty hunter #aurra sing #embo #sugi #latts razzi #dengar #bossk #royalty au #got au

[thebountyfucker]

you knew this was coming 😏 : the hunters' reaction to waking up to their s/o giving them oral ✌️🏻

👀

18+ ONLY - NSFW

Jango - Jango would sort of startle awake at the slightest touch, mostly because he's used to having to wake up for Boba. So you wouldn't be really waking him up with oral as much as you'd wake him up with any touch. But he'd smile sleepily down at you and take off his own undergarments for you. Hot, breathy, raspy moans. Lazy hands carding through your hair.

Cad - Cad would take longer to wake up. You'd wrap your lips around him and he'd let out this cute little breathy moan that he would have bit back if he was awake. His legs would shake and his toes would curl. He'd shift as you sucked him off, but you wouldn't really know he was awake until he chuckled and peeked an eye open. "Well good mornin' t' ya too."

Embo - If you were to manage to wake before him, you could try to suck him off. Like Jango, though, Embo is a light sleeper. Any touch would likely wake him. But if you didn't manage to wake him before getting your lips around him, he'd probably be quite a bit more vocal than usually. But also a bit more forceful. In his half-awake stage, his inhibitions are not yet present and it's more than likely that he'll tangle his hands in your hair and shove you further onto his cock. He might also say 'screw it' and physically lift you so he could fuck you. When he becomes more rational he'd be apologetic, even if you enjoyed it.

Bossk - Bossk would need some... prep, most of the time. You could lick his slit or start masturbating (the scent of your arousal might wake him, but more often than not it just triggers the erection of his cocks). You would alternate between sucking them both off, and at some point (likely near orgasm), he'd snort awake and sleepily look at you as he covered you in cum. And then he'd take care of you ;)

Dengar - You'd wake to his cock pressing into your belly while cuddling. You'd give him a stroke first, noting the smile that graced his sleeping face. You'd move down to wrap your lips around him, and begin to bob. Dengar would wake at the sloppy sounds, and would whimper and whine for you, his hands stroking your head.

Aurra - Aurra would probably kick you or wrap her legs around your head with the aims of snapping your neck. She does not like being caught off guard.

Sugi - Depending on the relationship you have with her, it could go one of two ways. The first way is if you've only known each other for a little bit. You'd try it and she'd be furious when she woke up. (Trauma) If you knew each other longer she'd trust you enough to allow it to happen. She'd mewl and wriggle around, wrapping her legs around your neck. And when she woke, it'd be 69 time.

Latts - You'd probably wake up with your head on her stomach after falling asleep after eating her out so you wouldn't have to go far. Press your tongue to her clit and she's a whimpering mess. Even in her sleep she'd rock her hips. And when she woke, she'd be so energized that yall would fuck for a few hours.

[thebountyfucker]

If you forced your hunter S/O to have a movie night with you, what genre would they each pick to watch?

Oooooooo

Jango - I think Jango likes police dramas/thrillers. You'd point out the irony of this and he'd just laugh.

Cad - Spaghetti Westerns. Of course, this is the least surprising answer, but I think it makes sense.

Embo - Embo likes artsy foreign films. He finds other cultures fascinating, and doesn't much care if he can't understand a word of what anyone is saying.

Bossk - Bossk would like superhero flicks. Don't ask why. I can just see him being a Marvel stan lol

Dengar - Romantic comedy or chick flicks. He's just that type of guy.

Aurra - Horror and gore. Just so you'll stop asking her to watch movies with you.

Sugi - Heist thrillers. She likes taking notes lol

Latts - Period dramas... with a twist. So she'd like Pride and Prejudice, sure... but she likes Pride and Prejudice and Zombies more.

[thebountyfucker]

What do bounty hunters think of Zygerrians ?

1 - Would rather die 2 - Never in a million years 3 - Only if offered something in return 4 - Meh 5 - Weirded out at first but curious. 6 - Surprisingly good 7 - Into it 8 - Really into it 9 - One of the best partners ever 10 - So much into it that it borderlines on fetish/kink

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Jango - "Don't call me a furry but I'm into it. 8."

Cad - "Dey're hardcore. But deir queen is somethin' else. Or was. Hmm... 7."

Embo - "I must note that I find their stance on slavery reprehensible. That being said, I think an 8 is sufficient."

Bossk - "9. They're good at taking Trandoshans - I mean, I can only assume this..."

Dengar - "Actually, 7. You're getting better at this."

Aurra - "I think the Queen and I have many traits in common. 6."

Sugi - "Oh yeah. Get it. 8."

Latts - "9. You know why."

#bounty thots #long post

[irigoddess]

So let’s do a comparison. These are the female bounty hunters (even with tiny roles) in TCW:

Aurra Sing (Tobias Beckett pushed her off a cliff) Asajj Ventress (Died shielding Quinlan Vos) Sugi (Details unclear - likely killed by her own partner, Embo) Latts Razzi Rumi Paramita (Killed by a tank blast from pirates) Cassie Cryar (she’s listed as a bounty hunter technically... but I would consider her an overall criminal.) Ione Marcy (See: Cassie) Twazzi Kiera Swan (Killed in the Box by a lightsaber thing) Sy Snootles Cato Parasitti

Bolded are those that have a canonical death (Sugi’s still a gray area but seeing as though Jas has her debts, it’s safe to assume that she’s dead). Out of the eleven, Sy is the only one to canonically survive to the start OT. So five of the eleven are dead. That’s 45%. Yikes. (56% if you don’t count Ione or Cassie)

And here are the dudes:

Cad Bane (Likely killed by Boba Fett) Shahan Alama Robonino Embo Serapis Boba Fett Castas (Killed by Aurra Sing for being a snitch) Bossk Bric El-les Greedo Rako Hardeen (It’s hard to say what happened to the real Rako Hardeen.) Moralo Eval Onca (Died in the Box) Sixtat (Died in the Box) Derrown (Hard to tell if he died during Crisis on Naboo) Bulduga (Died in the Box) Jakoli (Died in the Box) Mantu (Died in the Box) Sinrich (Died in the Box because of Embo) Dengar

Immediately you can see a difference. Again, the bolded are canonical deaths (Though Cad is, again, a gray area.). Italicized are the those I am unsure about - who could have died but also could have survived. Out of the 21, 5 (Greedo, Boba Fett, Embo, Dengar, Bossk) canonically, without a doubt, survive at least to the start of the OT. Eight out of the twenty-one are dead, which brings us to about 38%. (It should also be noted that six of these guys were created only to die.)

So yeah. There you go.

#Star wars #swtcw #bounty hunters #this counts the deaths before the OT #so between the beginning of tcw and anh #even with greedo and boba counted as deaths #the percentage is much lower #And even then! #Cad might not have died then #the only reason I count sugi as definitively dead is because of the language used in the aftermath series #and then!!!!! we have confirmation that Embo and Dengar live well beyond the OT #when we have no confirmation of any female bounty hunters doing the same #long post

[irigoddess]

“Jango, I need your help.”

Jango looked up from his datapad to see Embo standing before him; the Kyuzo was looking a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. Jango sighed as he set his datapad down.

“What’s up?” 

“So tonight’s a PTA meeting.” Ah, yes. Everyone besides Embo refused to attend the meetings, which was probably a good thing. Embo was the most mild-mannered out of all of Boba’s parents -perhaps even a touch socially-anxious- and was the least likely to have an outburst that would result in having the cops called on him. “And I was wondering if you could accompany me.”

“Why not bring Sugi?”

“Are you kidding me? She would eat everyone alive.” Embo shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I would prefer if she did not threaten any other school officials.”

The two had, apparently, threatened to murder the super stressed principal already; it only took two weeks for them to come to this. Jango sighed as he rubbed his temples; the one downside of co-parenting was dealing with everyone’s different methods of handling their problems. And Boba’s problems. Though, to their credit, Cad was the reason they had to transfer Boba this time.

“Embo, they’re middle-aged, suburbanite, human women. How bad can they be?” According to the big lug, most of these bitchy helicopter moms were not afraid of him, as Jango had hoped. It was quite the opposite, actually. And for some reason, this terrified Embo.

“You have no idea what I have to deal with, Jango. No idea. I just need some back-up, okay?”

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll go. But,” Jango stood, tilting his head to look up at the mountain of a man. “You have to cook tomorrow night.”

“I... was going to do that anyways?” Embo blinked, confused.

“Great. Let’s get out of here, then.”

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The Parent-Teacher Association met in the art room on the bottom floor of the school; the room was quaint, filled with the imaginative scribbles of five-year-olds and the lopsided pottery of the higher elementary grades. Three long tables, covered in paint and pencil scribbles and dicks drawn in permanent marker, were assembled into a semi-circle in the center of the room. Along the sides of the tables were stools, most of which were occupied by middle-aged women and what looked to be a solitary gay couple.

On the shelf closest to the door rested treats - like brownies and finger sandwiches and little jello cups that most definitely had had alcohol in them. Jango reached for a brownie, only to be stopped by Embo.

“You will not want those. Shar’ron revealed that she puts laxatives in them because she wants to see her ‘nemesis’ Pa’trish’aa suffer.”

“Gods, okay.” Jango decided it best not to touch any of the treats, then; he noticed that one of the mothers was absolutely gorging herself on said brownies, much to the delight of another woman on the opposite side of the room. 

“Oh, Embo, sweetie!” Embo cringed just slightly as he meet the gaze of a blonde human woman, who was patting the seat beside her. He looked around, noting that it was the only seat left, and sighed.

“Who is this?” Jango whispered as they both made their way toward her.

“Emiliee. The one that always fondles my arms and makes comments about how she wished her husband worked out.” 

“Ah.” Embo sat down beside Emiliee, who immediately went to stroke his exposed arm.

“You are so strong. I wish my husband was as big and virile as you.” She sighed dramatically as she batted her eyelashes.

“Ah, well... thanks?” Embo shifted uncomfortably, and Jango had to fight not to roll his eyes.

“He’s so fat and boring.” Cue another dramatic sigh. “But you aren’t boring, are you? And you certainly aren’t fat.”

Embo said nothing as he gently removed her hand from his arm; her hand went to his leg instead.

“Emiliee, please, stop fondling Mr. Embo. We all know that your unhappy in your marriage and that you have a fetish for alien men... but it is not proper to be stroking up another member of our association.” The woman at the head of the table groaned.

“Watch yourself, Kaehriyn. ‘Alien’ is not a politically correct term.” Emiliee flipped her hair. “The term is ‘nonhuman’.”

“That is certainly not correct.” Embo shook his head. “Nonhuman relays that humans are the basis for normalcy.”

“Who cares?” Emiliee huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, apparently embarrassed by this interaction. “Besides, Kaehriyn, I seem to remember you arguing with Teenah about her moving her ‘fat ass’ so he could sit beside you.”

Slowly, Jango watched as the shitshow unfolded; the women started arguing about the politics of alien identity and infidelity and whatever other mundane bullshit suburbanite humans were into. 

“Well your lawn isn’t HOA approved. I should call the Head to your house.”

“Emiliee already gives enough head in that shitty little shack of hers. Don’t encourage her.”

Embo slowly stood and gestured his head toward the door; no one seemed to notice as he and Jango slipped out of the room. Embo rubbed his temples as he leaned against the wall.

“Is it always like this?” Jango frowned, trying to ignore the screams of fury resonating from the room.

“Oh yeah. We never get anything done.” Embo crossed his arms over his chest. “I joined because I care about Boba’s education and want what’s best for him... but this is just some dumbed-down soap opera.”

“Why do you continue to come?” Jango hummed.

“I hope that some day we’ll end up getting stuff done, but I think I’m just a distraction.” He shrugged.

“I’m telling you, Sugi would fix that. Or Aurra. Bring one of them along and the girls will be forced to leave you alone.”

“Yeah I could see that now; Sugi, dressed completely in leather, physically fighting them until they had to obey her...”

“Or Aurra firing her blaster straight into the air and then calling Kaehriyn out on her shitty store-bought cookies.”

“...Hm. You’re right. Maybe that is a good idea.”

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