There was a shuffle from the large bed in the back of the ship that Tsuki had stolen and kept as a prize. It wasn't as if he had an extra ship in storage waiting for him, just in case he wanted to ever return this one. Groaning, the man opened his eyes slowly and felt all types of groggy. Fresh liquid kolto was running through his veins, creating a feeling of slight soreness as well as a feel-good euphoria. It was also the cause for bringing up old memories. "…That…damn dream again."

There was another noise off to the side of the bed where Torian Cadera had been watching over the Bounty Hunter for so long, he had actually fallen asleep. Based on Torian's commitment and renowned stamina, Tsuki had to assume that he'd been watched over for at least a couple of days now. The heavy armor that had once been attached to Tsuki's body before being returned to the ship had long since been removed. It had been replaced instead by medical tape which bound up his bruised and battered chest. The only sort of armor, or clothing for that matter, that remained on the brown-skinned body was Tsuki's medical gauntlet left there to monitor his vitals. After struggling to sit up, he tapped a few commands into the piece of equipment to give him another dose of kolto before putting the gloved hand on top of short, messy blonde hair.

"Torian? Torian, wake up."

There was a moan from the Mando who shifted his weight before raising his tired face upward. Baby-blues looked into the soft greens before he let out a loud, lion of a yawn. "You're finally awake. We were starting to get worried."

"We?" Tsuki asked with a raised eyebrow as he tried to smooth out the yellow hair from looking like ruffled feathers in vain.

"Yeah, you know. Mako, Blizz…me." Letting out a chuckle, the Bounty Hunter moved to settle his head back down on the pillow. His bare arm carefully rested over the still pained ribs.

"You're the one who followed me and didn't stay put. This is your fault."

"My fault? I pulled you out of there! Why did you go off without me?!" The once quiet room was suddenly filled with yelling, at least from Torian, while Tsuki's voice remained hushed.

"That's none of your damn business…" Usually, closing his eyes meant that Tsuki was ready to end the conversation and be left alone, but Torian had just about had it with the recent string of 'secret' missions.

"Is this about that woman you keep talking about? Celi?" The closed eyes snapped back open, giving the man a glare.

"Celi isn't a woman and what do you mean, 'keep talking about?'"

"So it's a man then? What is he to you? You talk in your sleep."

Question after question before a response; it was a wonder why Torian was suddenly so curious.

"Yes, it's a man. Again, none of your damn business and stop listening to me…uh…sleep…talk." Even Tsuki wasn't really sure how to make that demand and frankly, it didn't matter. With an irritated roll over, like a stubborn child who didn't want to confess something, he stopped talking again. Sighing, Torian finally stood up.

"I'll get Mako. She'll want to know you're up and look you over…"

"I can take care of my own wounds, so don't bother. Just get out."

"Fine."

The frustrated Mando left with clenched fists. The door opened and closed on its own with rusted creaking and a thud. Walking through the ship, Torian ran into a busy looking petite woman who immediately flustered at the sight of him. "Tor..Torian…Hi. Is…the boss okay?" It was painfully obvious she still had feelings for him, though it had been already been decided that it was best not to get involved with each other.

"He's fine, Mako. Stubborn, but sturdy. I was going to get some grub since he hasn't eaten in a few…"

"Oh. Right. Of course, I'll just go in and check…"

"I wouldn't. Not unless you want him blasting warning shots at you again. Remember the last time?" How could she forget? The memory brought back an uncomfortable face to the surface.

"Right…In one of those moods again?" Torian nodded, causing Mako to sigh. "Right….By the way, you never really answered my question."

"What question?" Even as he spoke, Torian continued to the mess hall to open up a cold storage unit in order to pull out a container of some stew he made before Tsuki left without notice. Tapping on the built-in panel on the front, he set it down so it would self-heat. Mako followed, keeping short distance just outside of the room.

"You know," she spoke softly as her confidence gathered. "Now that we are done with the whole Great Hunt and everything, we could actually try to start again. I know you said that at the time, we had a lot of work to do and shouldn't get personal, but now..."

"I did answer you." Torian continued to watch the container to make sure the stew only bubbled for a few seconds before cutting the power off. He continued to speak as he dug around the other compartments in the mess hall for a clean spoon. "I told you that it's not a good idea. It would never work between us. You don't…understand the ways of the Mandalorians. The way you speak to Tsuki every time he does something for the good of the rest of us, it obvious that you hate it. Our ways are something that you won't ever understand."

Stunned, Mako began to stammer again in anger. "What…what the boss does most of the time is take the cruelest and easiest way out! He kills people because it's easier than capturing someone!"

"Well," Torian paused as he tasted the stew with his finger. "It is. If someone has the courage to put themselves out there enough to be hunted down, then they are lucky enough to have a good fight before they go." He smiled as he finally acquired a spoon, albeit slightly grimy, and picked up a towel to wipe it off with.

"There are better ways to do things, Torian."

"…And this is why I said you don't understand. You're a nice girl, Mako. Smart, funny, pretty, but you really don't belong here."

He moved to give the stew a stir before putting the lid back on. Needing both hands to carry the container by the handles, Torian put left the spoon in his mouth to carry it. He gave a polite smile to Mako, moving carefully past her and towards the direction of the boss's room. "Oh, Mako. I need a favor." It was a mumbling request as the spoon was shifted to the side of his mouth. Folding her arms, the irritated woman looked onward.

"Now you ask me for a favor after you say I don't belong here?"

"Look, don't be like that. I'm worried about Tsuki. All these missions with him going in alone and coming back in pieces? I think he's looking for someone. Can you do your net thing and try to find a name Celi…and…there was another name…Seren? Something about slave traders? Might be old flames, might be family. Whatever it is, I need to know."

"Does the boss know you're digging into his personal life like that?" Mako had a mean streak of her own when she was feeling burned. "What are you going to give me if I do it?"

"What do you want? Credits? I got some saved up."

"You know what I want, Torian…I'll look into it." With a smirk, she turned to walk away, feeling quite proud of herself. What she didn't see was Torian rolling his eyes.

"Women. Tsuki, I'm coming in."

Back in the closed off room, Tsuki was already out of bed and attempting to untape his battered upper body while using the medical gauntlet to do a few more scans. He was smaller than he looked after the armor was removed, but still very much in shape. It also wasn't very obvious that he was actually a skilled Combat Medic as well. Despite seeing it many times before, Torian was still amazed at how fast Tsuki managed to type and configured the equipment, saving his own life and the lives of his teammates several times over under the most intense situations. It was also insane at how quickly Tsuki could flip the switch on the twin blaster pistols from a helping hand to a deadly shot. Mako was right about one thing, at least. For as excelled as Tsuki was at saving lives, he was awfully quick to end them.

"Didn't I tell you to get out?" Tsuki spoke softly, not bothering to look up at Torian. He knew exactly who it was.

"You say that all the time. I brought you some stew."

"And I always mean it, but you just stopped caring." The Hunter finally looked up briefly before going back to tending to his wounds. "Thanks." Sitting down on the bed, Tsuki waited for Torian to bring it over. It was nearly normal now. Despite Tsuki's rude behavior and constant protests, Torian brushed off the comments and just did was he wanted anyway. He opened the container and handed it over, but Tsuki put his lips on the rim and started to chug it down. It was warm with a pleasant amount of spice. The meat was fresh, though it was best not to ask what it was from. Mandalorians were good at hiding otherwise nasty flavors with the right combination of ingredients. Torian had the spoon in hand by now, holding it out but Tsuki shook his head at it.

"That was in your mouth. I saw it."

"You never cared before." True enough, so the white-haired male took it with a shrug and started to eat normally. It was like training a stray animal to trust him, Torian thought, smiling to himself with the small victories he managed to accomplish over the time they had been together. "By the way, I'm going with you on your next mission." After coughing a little from a laugh, Tsuki managed to chew and swallow a meaty piece down.

"The hell you are. I don't need a babysitter."

"Then you're not going either."

"Like you could stop me."

"Try me."

The intense blue eyes looked down, glaring roughly. It was the exact same glare that Torian held while looking through the scope of a sniper rifle. "….What's with you lately? Why are you being so over-protective? You've been less of a pain in my ass through harder jobs," Tsuki asked as he felt mildly intimidated. The look softened as Torian had to think upon a decent way to answer that question.

"….I'm worried. You leave and come back barely alive. Last time, you wouldn't have come back at all. What's so important that you're willing to die for? I told you everything about me about my dad and my family. You…only talk in your sleep."

"I'm talking now, aren't I?"

"Then who are you looking for? Who is Celi? And Seren?"

"…Damn, I mentioned Seren too?"

"Stop avoiding the question."

"That was more than one question…"

"TSUKI!"

"What? FINE!…Fine…For shit's sake…"

It was hard to argue when Torian got like this. It flustered Tsuki like a virginal Padawan. Putting the container down, he leaned over with his hands on his face. They brushed back the hair that normally hid one of the green eyes. Looking away, he finally started to speak under protest with as little detail as humanly possible. "…A long time ago, in a galaxy pretty fucking far from here…I…was born in a little remote place. The Empire attacked, thinking we were siding with the Republic, but we weren't. They captured…or killed most of the people. People I knew. And…I got some info to help me find someone I couldn't on my own. Celi. I was a stupid kid, but I promised I'd find him. I figured he was dead, but I keep seeing things. Things he would do. That's all." Suddenly, Torian found himself very jealous of this Celi person.

"So, he's important to you?"

"…Yeah."

"Then we'll find him."