AN: Thank you so much for all the support I got for the last chapter, you guys really know how to keep writers block at bay!
I hope you'll enjoy this chapter just as much as the last one, maybe even leave behind a small review to keep me going? Pretty pretty please? 0:)
Either way I'm having a really great time writing this, I just hope that you like reading it as much as I like writing it. :)

Warnings: Some minor swearwords like damn, shithole and butter (yes, that is now a swearword)

"Wow… wow that's really…" Bane frowned, annoyed, and stopped to turn and glare at the human behind him.

Obi-Wan was standing, seemingly frozen, some thirty meters away, bag laying forgotten on the ground next to him, staring at the durosian's pride, his treasure, his first and only love; his ship, Ena-Rana, like it was the most horrifying thing in the world.

The sight made a sting of irritation prick in his chest and his frown grow deeper.

"…it's really…"
"Really what, Kenobi?" He warned.

"…it's a…" finally, the human turned to him, saw the threat in his deep red eyes and deflated. "…it's a piece of trash, Bane. You can't possibly mean for us to travel in this junk, do you?"

"Her name is Ena-Rana…" he put a protective hand on her – and sure she could use some new plating, but that didn't mean that she was any less of a ship, nor that this prissy ass human could come and insult her unpunished! "…and if ya' don't start speaking 'bout her with a little more respect, ya'll soon find yerself on a small space walk – without a suit."

To his surprise, Obi-Wan actually smiled at this – an annoying, smug smirk that made Bane want to grab his laser pistol and blast his face off.

"Rana, eh? Like the queen? My, my Bane, I didn't know that you were such a… nostalgic."

The duros just sighed and rolled his eyes, not at all impressed with the others historical knowledge.

"Just get into the ship Kenobi, before I change my mind and leave ya' here."

"Do I have to? I have a ship, and it's in a much better condition than this one… I even prepared a guest room, just for you!"

"No."

"But I-!"
"I said no, Kenobi. I'll be flying my ship or none at all – and I will be the one flying! Besides, my ship is better anyway."
"It doesn't even look like it'll make it out of the atmosphere!"
"Enough!" Fuming with anger, Bane drew his laser pistol and aimed it at Obi's head, right in between those aggravatingly blue eyes of his.
Instinctively, the former Jedi master took a step back; one hand shooting up in surrender, the other gripping the hilt of the lightsaber Cad knew was hidden behind that long brown cloak of his.

"Take it easy with that; I'm on your side, remember?!"

"Get into the ship!"

Slowly, a look of suspicion grew upon and twisted the human's face.
He stole a couple of quick glances around himself, making sure that no one was around to see them on the shaggy little dock, and Bane could just imagine the cogs rolling inside his head as he finally drew his weapon and pushed the button – releasing his lightsaber.

The sight made the duros feel strangely nostalgic, and very, very tired.

"There won't be any money for you if you kill me, Bane. Even if you hand me over to the empire they'll just throw you in jail, and you know that. Come on now - you're smarter than this! You don't want to fight me!"

For a long, long while, they just stood and stared at each other.

Then, finally, the grin that had been threatening to spread over Bane's face ever since Obi drew his weapon finally broke loose, and the duros lowered his gun with a low, hoarse chuckle, tucking it tight and safe in his belt.
"You do as ya' wish then, Ben…" he smiled and gave the ship a hard punch, making the door above him open up with a sigh (draining all color from the humans face once again, he noted with no small amount of amusement) and a thin rope ladder unfold itself until it reached the ground. "…I'm leaving this shithole planet with or, preferably, without your company."

Climbing up the ladder, he felt Obi-Wan's eyes on his back and suddenly remembered how unprotected he was, how easily the other could just lash out and cut him open from behind, laser slicing through his flesh like a knife cutting through butter, not even giving him the damned dignity to bleed.

The thought made a shiver run down his spine, but when he looked behind himself he saw that Obi had put his weapon away and was now on his way to pick the bag back up from the ground.

He didn't seem to intimidating like this, muttering things underneath his breath and fussing over the stuff in his baggage that had broken when he'd dropped it, dressed in ragged clothing and made of soft pink skin, some tufts of dark blond hair and big blue eyes.

Like this, Bane could imagine that he performed just as big of a threat to the human as the human performed to him, that he could kill him just as easily if he ever felt the need to.

That would be a lie though, and Bane wasn't the sort to try and trick himself.

He knew that he was weak compared to a Jedi master.

He'd always known that – not that he'd ever let that stop him in the past, seeing as he relied more on his superior intelligence than on pure bodily strength.

Still, if Obi-Wan decided to turn on him while out there, when it was just the two of them and cold, vast space, he'd be in some serious trouble… He'd have to come up with some sort of emergency plan, a trap in case of betrayal (from either one of them, he'd have to be ready for both), something to give him the upper hand… Or he could just trust him?

The thought made him snort, loudly.
"Is there…" Obi-Wan stuttered, bringing the duros out of his stupor and making him realize that he'd been staring. Suddenly feeling awkward, he let go of the ladder with one hand to bring the hat down over his eyes. "…is there something on my face?"
"No." He tore his eyes away from the human and concentrated on finishing his climb instead. Once up, he turned back to him. "You coming or not?"
"I'm coming!" Obi-Wan grabbed his things and ran up to the ladder, and as Bane watched him struggle with the ropes, the heavy baggage and the edge of his cloak, that he kept stepping on, he rolled his eyes in exasperation even as he felt another smile tug at the corner of his lips.

"What made ya' change your mind?"
"Well, I kind of figured…" the human started to climb. "…figured that if I was gonna die today, on this ship, I might as well take you with me."

Bane grinned.

This job might just get pretty amusing after all.