Feral was quiescent while Suil was warm with the Nexus rebels. The woman, named Amelia, watched Feral sit next to the wolf man. He looked lost in thought, his head resting on a hand.

"Feral."

The man popped up, looking alarmed.

"Have you had anything to eat? I know that look."

"No, I haven't." Feral drummed his fingers on the table.

"Let's have our dinner. It's not too early," Amelia told her men and women. She stood from the great metal table and paced away.

"Suil, do we know what the item is?"

"No. I don't. Something is amiss with this mission. I've always received the item's name and exact location. We're close, but it never said the damn item."

"I just hope Rache is okay. I have a bad feeling."

"She can hold her own, clone, trust me. Speak up. You act like your ill."

Feral scoffed. "I am. I haven't eaten in days, my stomach is raking my spine, and there's another woman interested in my hair. Jango Fett must be a handsome fellow. I'm sure he was very familiar with women. Clones don't see females. We don't really have any inclining too. We're just soldiers, nothing more and we're content with that."

"You're not."

"Not after all this, no."

The food was prepped and served. Feral's spirits were brought up when Boshy entertained the battalion of rebels at the table, crawling about and sampling food from them.

"You know, Suil, how long are we going to be here? Can you contact Syth and ask him?" Feral took about three choking bites of a very delicious meat and starch mix. Whatever it was it was fantastic.

"No. Something is wrong. The comlink is unresponsive."

Feral ran a hand through his hair in anxiety. He swallowed his food. He was full now. At this time, it was the best thing he had ever had. Of course, he thought the same thing on Endor. That was a sign of how hungry he was.

"Stay calm, dammit."

"We shouldn't be here, then. We need to leave," Feral hissed. "They want me and they'll hurt people to do it. They can't be trusted if they've disabled the communication. They're willing to hurt innocent people to get what they want and I'm…one of THEM…"

Suil drew back his ears, but they pricked in a friendly manner when Amelia looked at him.

"Your pet is trained well and she's very smart."

Suil elbowed the clone and Feral smiled suddenly. "Thank you. I've spent a lot of hours training her for missions and such."

"Where did you get her?"

"I was, ugh, stranded on a planet a while ago for many months. She actually saved my life by providing food from the trees that were too tall to climb. After that we stayed in contact until she trusted me enough to come and see me on the ground. When I was found she was a little stowaway. Weren't you Boshers?" Feral said.

The animal was a ways down the table, alarmingly keeping herself out of other people's food, despite how wooly and long-haired she was. She looked over her shoulder and trilled at Feral. He was talking to her? Oh, that was nice. She galloped over and a few individuals ducked when she cleared their heads and landed squarely on Feral's shoulder.

Amelia giggled. "She's a dear. Is she all you have?"

Feral's smile faded a little and he stared at the woman. It was strange she could read him so well without even knowing him. "Yeah, besides the guns I blaze with. She's my baby girl." Feral chuckled when Boshy nuzzled him. "Say, ugh, do you have more of the fruits you gave her? She's nuts about that stuff."

Amelia nodded and waved over her cooks. "Get him two bags worth. I think he can fit that in his bag. She faced Feral again and smiled. "You seem comfortable now. What was the deal earlier?"

Feral stammered. Suil sighed.

"He's not much of a people person and the ladies like him, but he doesn't know how to deal with that, really. It's nothing personal, by all means. It's him not you."

"That's all right," Amelia said and smirked.

Feral scratched his ear with a nervous smile. "We need to go, Suil. You keep getting distracted!"

"I'm enjoying myself!"

"Stay a little while. Relax, soldier. Take a load off of your shoulders. We like company." Amelia took a swig from her mug. "Bring him some more juice, Cassy!"

"No, I-I don't want any, please-" Feral raised a hand.

"Bring me a bigger cup with some of that good stuff!" the wolf man shouted. The congregation cheered in agreement.

"I don't think that stuff likes me too much. I feel strange."

"It does that to the newbies. You'll recover."

Before he knew it, his glass was refilled and Suil's was, but with a different pitcher. Feral lifted his mug to his nose and smelled the juice. It smelled different now that he could smell it again. Feral looked about until he found one individual watching him closely. He was clear on the other side of the room at this long table. He looked back at the glass and gasped. Boshy was knocked onto her side, away from the cup. Amelia furrowed her brow at the clone. He rather glared at her and she drew back a little bit.

"What's the matter? Have I done anything wrong?"

"Someone's spiked our drinks! Suil, drop it!"

Suil lowered his glass. He ran it under his nose. "It smells fine to me, clone. I've had this juice before.

"No," Feral declared and stood. They should have left before the food was served. "They can't be trusted!" He stumbled back a little.

"Feral? What are you talking about? Did someone give him rum? Who?!"

"They're galactic criminals. He's wanted for over a million credits! The wolf man's just his sidekick!"

"What?!" Amelia snarled. She now glared at Feral.

Feral looked away for a moment. "You don't understand! This is a misunderstanding!"

"You lied to me, deliberately! I welcome you here and I was a fool to think finding you here was intentional!" Amelia raved. "What the hell have you done to be so valuable?"

"I haven't done anything!" Feral roared. "I'm innocent! You've been lied to! The bounty is a lie! It's a fucking lie!" Feral's dinner plate was flung across the room where it shattered and his cup and Suil's cup were thrust to the floor where they broke as well.

"Yeah, I think one of your men did taint his drink. He's never this ferocious. Look, we'll leave and be out of your hair. The men that are coming for us are willing to hurt people to get to him."

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere." Amelia drew her gun on the wolf man.

After a few heated gasps Feral collapsed and lay motionless on the floor. The wolf man stood with a snarl.

"You should have listened to your friend here and left earlier. I could use 1 million credits to fund my resistance. Get him up and put the binders back on him."

"Listen to me, human, these men are not to be negotiated with."

"I'll decide that for myself. I can't trust galactic scum like you anyways. Walk! Get his pet and put her someplace else. She shouldn't be with someone so ill natured."

Boshy hissed as a fellow comrade stooped to detain her. She shot between his legs and flew up on the table, toppling drinks.

"No! Liam, stop! Don't shoot!" Amelia yelled.

The rugger flew off the table with a yelp, taking a drink with her. She struck the wall and then the floor. Amelia glared at Suil.

"Stay. Liam," She growled. She stormed over to him and seized his gun from his hand. "What in the hell are you doing?! That was callous! Learn to be kind!"

"He's scum! Just like the Washers! He doesn't deserve to have anything!"

"I didn't teach you that! Lose this philosophy or I'll lose you! Get out of my sight and if you set up a deal with any outside eyes again, I'll make sure you never see the light of day! Take the wolf man with the fugitive!"

Suil went quietly. He stooped to pick up the animal, but the woman shoved him aside. Suil growled at her, but was forced to keep moving. She spoke to the animal, checking it's life signs.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. Damn him." Amelia headed away to her medical chambers.

Feral and the wolf man were transported to a new location near the mouth of an entry way. Liam kicked Feral, but it was ineffective for his armor protected him, generously. The man was propped against the wall on his rump and the wolf man was made to sit next to him. Three men watched them. A good ten minutes passed and the clone began to come to, muttering things to himself.

"I told you we should have left! I told you!" Was his slur.

Suil growled in comprehension. "I am sorry. I should have listened."

Feral smiled some, but it left. "Yeah, you should have. Nobody listens to what I want. Nobody." Feral huffed, morosely. "Where's Boshy?"

Suil drew back his ears. He looked to Feral, partially.

"Did they take her? Suil?"

"She might be dead, clone."

"Why? What the fuck happened?!"

"Feral, be calm. That damn bastard, Liam, shot her when she was trying to follow you."

"Why? Why would he do that? What did she do to be shot at?"

"Nothing. He's just an ass hole."

Amelia dabbed at the cauterized wound along the animal's right side. The rugger shrieked all the while in pain. The woman shushed her and spoke to her. "I'm so sorry, baby. Shhh."

"Suil, she's in pain!" The clone cried.

"Get a hold of yourself! Don't listen to it!"

"You ignore it!" the clone snapped. "The bastard should have killed her dead! Now she's suffering. I can't stand this!"

"Yeah, well grow a pair! Deal with this clone! This is going to be nasty from here on out!"

"She's too loud. She always was. It's a bitch when she's right near your ear. Like a damn bird with no manners!"

Liam strolled up to the two companions. He knelt before Feral and smacked his cheek. Feral met his gaze with his glowing green eyes. Liam had went to speak, but hesitated.

"Hear that? I hope you're pissed, because I'm going to be rich after tonight, hot-shot!"

Feral looked away. His bangs fell over his face. Liam grabbed his jaw.

"Look at me, scum! You don't deserve the fancy armor you're wearing! You probably killed someone and stole it! You're dead! Amelia seemed to like you until now. I don't even know what she saw in you, acting all shy and that bullshit."

Feral sighed, heavily. "What the hell is wrong with you? Leave me alone. You're even more ignorant up close." The clone's head twisted away from the butt of Liam's rifle.

"I'm gonna go make sure your little rat is all right. You're not fit to take care of such a thing anyways!"

The clone flew forward and head butted the man. He kicked Liam into the opposing wall with both booted feet. The surrounding men made a surprised fuss. Liam slid down the wall in a daze. Feral tore up on his feet, eyes afire and face screwed into a raving mess. The binders were broke after a short while of groaning from Feral. He shot forward and took the man by his throat.

"Feral! Stand down!" Suil yelled.

Feral glared into the man's eyes. "You're not worth anybody's time if you're cruel to an animal! That leads to people, eventually! Leave me the hell alone or I'll make sure to shove your balls right through your damn skull!" Feral dropped the man and punched him eagerly, before Amelia's men wrenched him away. Feral shoved them away and they fell amongst themselves. He stood panting before the doors. He stumbled back and allowed himself to fall back where he had been before, next to Suil. Here he said nothing.

He glanced up, once, to see Amelia walking up. He looked away. He hated to let people down. The thing was he had done no such thing. Nobody seemed to believe him. He was a victim of sorts and he received the blame. She blamed him for something he didn't do at all. All at the word of that little bastard that had to be drug away because he was lost in next month!

"I don't appreciate men who can't just be civil." Amelia stopped before the two. "Answer me. What did you do that developed a bounty of a million credits?"

Feral grunted. The bounty was ridiculous, insane, unreasonable, and impossible. "I didn't do anything," he whispered.

Amelia knelt before the two. Suil drew back his ears at the woman.

"That's not a good enough answer."

"Somebody is setting me up. I don't know why or how, but they are!" Feral snapped.

Amelia nodded in satisfaction on that note. "Very well, but how do you expect me to trust your word?"

"I don't know. Just…leave me be. You probably don't. There's nothing I can do to prove my innocence. You don't even know what the bounty says I've done! You listened to one of your men who didn't even run it by you first!"

Amelia sighed. "He's always been like this. I didn't think he would be so underhanded as to purposely keep tabs on bounties. We don't do that, but I can't take any chances. You're one hell of a fighter. I've never seen any man in such a draw."

"Where's Boshy?"

Amelia reached out and touched the now tender spot under the clone's left eye. Feral knocked her hand away and warded any more attempts off with a cautionary glare. Amelia was beginning to wonder who the bounty was from.

"You don't like people touching you."

"No," Feral said simply. "So, stop it."

"My apologies. I'm just used to giving medical attention to my men and women. Boshy is…follow me."

Feral looked at Suil and the wolf man shoved him. Feral stood and followed after the woman. The gloved hand caressed the little face with orange eyes, half-way open.

"Aeeirr…"

"Yeah, poor baby girl. Shhh…" Feral parted the furs on the animal's side. He still marveled at how furry she was. It was a shame; her fur had been singed or burned off by the wound. Feral sighed, shakily. "Why would that bastard do this? I don't understand. Just to…to spite me? Is he insane?!"

Amelia wandered over beside him. "I'll force him to resign after this. He'll be held on the ship in the brig from now on. He's gone too far this time. Not so much that he shot an animal, but his hatred and treatment of people. That's not my vision for this people. I can stitch the wound within an hour and patch her up pretty tight. Do you know how to take care of a wound?"

Feral smiled at the thought. "Yeah. I had some stubborn…brothers who insisted on getting shot." He chuckled a little. "I'm telling the truth, whether you believe me or not. I don't care. I know I haven't done anything. I tried to do what was right and…it went awry on me. I don't know why."

"If you can promise me you can sit and wait for your next fate, I'll give Boshy back to you."

Feral looked at her. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't you?"

"I was wrong. I was upset you would lie to me. I was angry at myself for being so open-armed with strangers. So, it wasn't you as much as it was me with myself."

Feral studied the woman, wondering about her interest in him. Gees, he hoped she didn't have some type of an infatuation with him. He didn't know what to do about that!

"It's…all right. This is bad. The caliber was outrageous for such a small body." Feral changed the subject. Emotions weren't a good thing, at this time, to talk about.

"He's always been that way. She might not make it, Feral."

"Let me do it."

Amelia stared at the man. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, she's my responsibility. I want to be here for her. I've failed too many people lately."

Amelia fulfilled the clone's request and she watched him work, gun at the ready. She watched him be patient and stern, yet gentle with the animal, writhing in pain, under his hands. He'd curse at her and apologize for any roughness and pain he might have caused the small animal in amongst his stitching. He was pretty damn good at it. How many brothers did he have that insisted to get shot, exactly? Even with his gloves on, he was detailed in his stitching manner. He had to learn to work around what he wore. There was no other choice. Just like what she experienced in the field.

Boshy squalled all the while, but was obedient and lay still for the man. Feral retrieved the bacta bandages from his satchel. Amelia lowered her gun after a bit. He wasn't going to do anything. Hell, by his body language, he figured he was screwed anyways. There was nothing she could do about it, though. She didn't want to be apprehended by a bounty hunter. With that many credits it had to be a team of men that were after him. Some of her attacks were on facilities and peoples that were connected to some of the bounty hunter's mainstream sources. Although, her own bounty for her entire faction would probably be up in that range, possibly, but that was for a whole group of people. This was just one man.

Feral had placed the bacta patch on top of Boshy's wound. Boshy went limp in relief when the cool substance oozed into her wound. Feral stroked her head with a grin.

"Yeah, feels good, don't it, girl? Always does in these cases." Feral lifted the rugger by her under arms and wrapped her middle with the medical cloth. He made sure her fur fell over the bandaging and trimmed a bit of it with a knife nearby. He lowered Boshy onto the table and stroked her head and neck. Her nostrils quivered and her ears pricked in a healthier manner. "I think she'll be okay, for now. I just have to get back to my base and get the proper equipment to make sure she lives. She's a close companion. I would be very sad if she died, especially over something as unreasonable as this."