Qi'ra watched Han as, the First Light, passed him with the Wookie. The dread of the Dathomirian male knowing of her weakness washed through her. She couldn't destroy him, as she had already lost the opportunity.
She crossed her arms and considered her current options. Dryden Vos lay dead on the ground behind her. There was the soldiers who had dealt with the Cloud-Riders. So many loose ends to tie up. So much filth that had to be dealt with quickly before she would deal with Maul.
Han would be fine.
In three years he hadn't thought of her. In three days, he would forget her. Probably caught up with some grandiose plan to get rich again. He was a man after all.
Predictable.
Stupid.
Seeing how much he'd seen of her ruthlessness. Probably not going to approach her for a while. Worst case, if she did find some use for him, she could always use Lando.
Qi'ra pressed on the intercom, "Is there anyone there who can come in for a clean up? Vos made a mess in here that needs cleaning up."
There was a droid who answered. "This is E-626. I will alert the cleaning droids to your location. Inform Vos his office will be cleaned in one hour."
"Vos is no longer the captain of this ship. I am."
"Oh, has the red one been informed."
"Yes, please plot a course to Darthomir immediately."
"Yes, mistress. I will also inform the crew of the changes."
"I need the memory flush units used with the soldiers that were deployed, E-626."
"I am pleased to serve you in any way I can madam."
"Oh and one more thing. Let's have a party. The rise of a fresh face is always the cause for celebration and let's do so." Qi'ra smiled darkly. She wiped off the blade she'd used and walked out.
Qi'ra spoke with more household droids about cleaning out Dryden's room and replacing it with her belongings before rejoining the constant party that seemed to never ebb in First Light.
"Qi'ra," it was one of the Pykes who unbeknownst had somehow snuck onhoard sometime during the scuff in Savareen.
Qi'ra grabbed herself and the Pyke a drink before handing the representative one. "I see news travels fast."
"Yes," the Pyke hissed softly. There was a hookah pipe wrapped around his neck that he would at interval take a whiff out of. Before blowing smoke rings. As he took the drink into his hand, he blew smoke into the smoke rings already hanging about him. The smoke blossomed into a sarlacc that threw the rings about with it's tentacles before settling into a less destructive spin about. "The Pykes and Crimson Dawn have a shaky alliance. Now with the death of Vos, we are re-evaluating our options. You are a woman who is less . . ."
"Neither Dryden or the enforcer of Crimson Dawn has any hesitation of my leadership. Or would you prefer to deal with the man pulling the strings behind the scenes? We are headed to Darthomir after all."
The Pyke's usual green color faded to a yellowish hue, which Qi'ra assumed was him decidinng he would rather deal with a small woman than an unknown Dathomiri man.
"I will inform my superiors of the change in leadership and voice my support of the current captain of First Light. They, I'm certain, will come pay their respects. "
Qi'ra's mouth quirked up in a faint smile.