He chuckled humorlessly, eyeing the young Padawn that he had the pleasure of meeting on multiple occasions; he just didn't expect her to be this far away from her masters. Of course there should've been more protection for guarding the younglings; he didn't understand why Master Yoda didn't come back with them, or why one of the other masters didn't come- Like Skywalker or Obi-Wan?
"Peh, why did they send you alone?" He thought out loud, glancing back at the prisoner he held captive. She glared her glowing blue eyes at him, her face dirtied and her clothes crumpled and ripped. Her lekku was dirty as well.
But what was to be expected from fighting pirates?
He had to chuckle a little at that, being a pirate was just so much fun! The fear you strike in people's hearts, playing the neutral guy all the way through because you just know that both sides need you. Be it either for supplies, goods, valuables, or just the hostage or two, you make money.
Good money, big money.
But c'est la vie, no?
She glared at him more.
"What are you going on about now, Hondo?" She asked, her words had bite to them, oh he loved the feisties!
"Hmm? Youngling, I do not know what chu' are talking about." He turned to her, his braids falling against his red coat, his goggles reflecting the low lighting of the ship where she was positioned.
For now.
"The Sey-lav-ey thing you were mumbling about." She pressed her little orange lips together into a fine line, Hondo raised an eyebrow.
"You mean c'est la vie, young Lady?"
She only nodded, he sighed in exasperation, settling down in his comfy chair that he had his men situate down here for him so he could spend hours, or minutes, conversing with his hostages. He pulled a flask from his overcoat, taking a long swig from it before putting it back.
He fixed his hat before settling for staring at her again.
She only raised an eyebrow in expectation.
"Alright, alright! Let a man think." He grumbled, crossing his arms. She sighed in exasperation, both knowing deep down that it may be profit is what he was after, but that both were on familiar enough terms to not be so ill-willed towards the other.
"C'est la vie is an old saying by my people and many others that means "Such is Life." Which refers to how none of our lives turn out the way we want them to be. But time will stop for no man, so we move on and enjoy what we have in the time being, and turn… How you would say, "the other cheek" to the bad times in one's life. So c'est la vie, Padawn Ahsoka."
He clapped his hands a few times on his pants, removing the dirt and dust he had gathered from being down in the hold for so long, before moving his chair back away from where the young girl was placed, and he walked up the stairs with his chin held high and his hands behind his back.
Perhaps he should tell his men to bring the girl up to the cockpit? It would certainly be much cleaner.
But c'est la vie, right?
This is my first time writing Star Wars: The Clone Wars fan fiction, I hope I didn't make them too out of character for everyone's tastes.
Review please?
