Courtship Behavior

Hevy seethed with anger and lust and other emotions that he didn't quite have a focus on, that he couldn't name, that he'd never felt before. Both Two and One were escorting.

"Say," said One. "Wasn't that courtship behavior?"

Hevy growled, inarticulate.

"You make an engaging couple." commented Two.

"Much better than General Grievous," Commented One. "He destroys droids like us."

"For fun," put in Two. "Besides, they don't like each other."

"Sure they do," argued One, who then looked at Hevy. "But I think she likes you more."

Hevy whirled around bringing both droids up short. "One more word," his finger in One's faceplate, "out of either of you and I will continue my courtship behavior by bringing her gifts." He moved his finger to Two. "Your heads."

They paused and looked at each other.

"Download file courtship." They said in unison. There was a moment's pause as the information was sent from the ship's computer to the individual droids. They continued to lead him to his cell but were quiet as the files were received and opened. They pushed him in his small room and set the force locks.

"Oh-ohh," said One as he took a step back. "Gifts are appreciated." It quoted from some file. "The more dangerous in the procurement, the more valued…" It took a step back clutching the blaster a little closer.

"Ewww," said Two, obviously at a different point in the file download, as it tried to cover its optics with its droid fingers. "That is just so wrong."

Hevy shook with anger as he threw himself onto the small cot and faced the wall. Slowly he clenched his hands into hard fists. Her life had been at his fingertips! Softly he pressed his fists against the wall and bowed his head to touch the cold metal of the ship's wall. What has she done to me? His soul cried out in anger.

He took a deep breath and answered himself. She hadn't done anything beyond be herself, he knew that. He'd been the cause of everything that had happened; he'd done it and deep in his heart he knew the truth of the matter. He had inculcated lust in himself to serve his purpose. He'd been young though he knew that was a sore excuse.

Lust served its own purpose and opened the opportunity for love.

Hevy bowed his head into his fists as they slowly unclenched and covered his face with his fingers. Low under his breath he began calling himself a litany of every Mando's curse he knew. Fierfik, kriffing, mirosik…

He loved her.

Another short chapter tomorrow... then it's back to Scars for Ordo Plutonia.

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