A/N

Sorry for the wait again, I have been struggling with major motivation issues recently with writing in general. Hopefully I can get past it, but for some reason I have hot and cold spells.

Ah well


Chapter Two: An Adventure Begins

Mandalorians are strange creatures.

Their pride is both a strength and a weakness. Directness is applauded but the use of hidden weaponry is commonplace, and she doubts the Mandalorian before her is completely unarmed even now.

Strange, how he never mentioned his full name. She would think a Mandalorian would take every opportunity they can to shout their clan name into the sky.

She'll let him keep his mystery for now. She already knows enough about him to be wary.

The Death Watch insignia painted onto his right shoulder is enough to make most aliens who recognise it run away. They aren't exactly known for being open-minded, let alone friendly towards aliens.

For now, he seems intelligent enough to work with her to escape. Whether this carries on further is another matter she will have to breach carefully.

Or as careful as she can be.

She didn't land in this mess by having patience and guile.

"They better not have scratched my blasters," the Mandalorian huffs, adjusting his helmet again.

"Just take it off," Devar recommends, seeing the discomfort the young-sounding man is in. "I promise not to tease you if you're ugly."

She knew better than to expect an answer back, but it would have been nice to have her humour reciprocated in some way. Huffing, the Devaronian pushes back against the cold cell walls, scratching her back painfully in a hurried attempt to rid herself of the nagging itch which had made a home there.

It seems to be unique to her, but the alien discovered an interesting pattern to her body. Whenever she starts to get bored, her body itches in the most irritating of places.

Most of the time it's one of her fingers, and the trouble it causes her is nothing short of tragic. No other Devoronian appears to have this kind of problem, although she does share many other vices which are commonplace among her species. They have a reputation for misbehaviour and roguery that makes Weequay's upstanding citizens compared to them.

The young Mandalorian probably believes himself to be of higher quality than the Devaronian. Mandalorians themselves have more of a reputation for being hired killers than honourable warriors nowadays and like Devaronians, it's mostly self-brought. She won't bring it up though, even she is more cautious than that.

Can't risk being shot in the face the moment she steps out the cell, no matter how much her teasing brings her enjoyment.

"If you're done being imprisoned here, please follow me," the young lady returns to the trapped criminals, sneaking up to them with the silent footsteps of an expert thief dumping their gear on the ground with a soft crash. "And pay more attention."

Allowing the Mandalorian to snatch away his prized gear before picking up hers, the young man shuffles to the darkest corner and turns his back on the girls.

The Imperial gives a puzzled look to the Devaronian, who shrugs as she clips her holster back around her left side. Situated under her armpit, it makes it far easier to carry when seated, perfect for drawing in the middle of an intense game of dice.

It takes the Mandalorian a hefty moment to slide his equipment back on and make sure everything is in proper condition.

Not wanting to disturb the man's moment of peace, the two girls instead lean against the bars of the cell, hoping no-one notices that they are in the middle of a breakout.

"Everything will need a clean," the Mando finally grunts. "Do they not teach you Imperials how to keep equipment up-to-standard?"

"I'll tell you all about standard procedure after we leave," the young girl waves the two out of the cell. "Hurry up."

The two inmates slide out of the cell, half expecting to be lit up with blaster fire in some bizarre Imperial joke. However, no sudden death appears so the young Imperial might actually be telling the truth.

"The way out is simple: we avoid the other patrols and make sure to leave the facility before the next shift comes to relieve me. Only a few minutes, so we should be getting a move on. A friend of mine got some speeders ready on the low so we should have a quick escape," the Imperial blurts out, boots already heading off before she could finish speaking.

Turning to the Mandalorian, the Devaronian taps her blaster and points at the Imperial and then to her eyes, hoping the man understands her point. Satisfied after he nods, the alien follows closely behind the young girl.

Turns out, she wasn't lying when she stated the garrison was far from up to regulation. Most of the patrols they came across weren't even paying attention to in front of them let alone behind. They could have simply walked out the front door with their lack of attention, but the Imperial insisted they at least try and be careful.

Devar didn't enjoy taking commands, but necessity had managed to overwhelm her natural instincts and after a long and painful journey through the narrow, dark and dusty corridors of the small prison, she had led them to a small exit.

Guarded by two Imperials, one of which is currently sat on a speeder and nibbling on a ration without his helmet on, so it shouldn't be too much trouble for them, especially with the exceptionally large young man still squeaking behind them.

"Blast them and be done with it," the Mando - Shay as she recalled - whispers carefully in her ear.

"The kid hasn't led us into trouble yet, so let's see what she comes up with," Devar responds, heeding her own advice and patiently allowing the young girl time to think about what to do next.

Nothing happens for a while.

The Imperial crouches in front and stays still without uttering a word to them. Devar doesn't know whether the Imperial is formulating a plan or waiting for them to take the wheel, so she taps the girl on the shoulder.

"What are we doing?" she asks the Imperial quizzingly, her reaching and keeping hold of her blaster in expectation of violence. "We can shoot them."

"What! No!" the Imperial aggressively spits as quietly as she can. "These two are harmless and never caused me any trouble before. We'll wait for them to be relieved."

"Not a good idea kid. If they are relieved it means this place is about to go crazy when they know we have escaped," the criminals attempt to reason with the girl. "And they'll definitely be causing you trouble then."

The loud and obnoxious blaring of a siren interrupts their tactical evaluation.

It seems their little escapade has been discovered. Turning to the Mando to give him permission to take them out so the speeders are available, he has already blasted on ahead of them and dealt with the soldiers.

Smashing the helmetless one's head against the speedster, the Mando turns with an inexplicable speed and elbows the other in the neck, hitting him with enough force to drop the Imperial against the wall, slumped to the ground.

"Sleeping on the job, tut-tut," the Mando quips, hopping on a speedster and gesturing for the two to follow him.

"We might escape with our lives yet."