Hi friends! I hope you're liking the story so far. I wasn't sure if I wanted to change POV, but I decided that it might be good to show some of what Jango is willing to go to protect his family. I hope you like it!

29 BBY - Lantillies

Jango wasted no time once he saw the Weequay Flarestar leaving the planet. Before they could break orbit he took out their engines then whipped around to blast the laser cannons, disabling them with swift precision. He followed the descending ship as it struggled to stay in the air. Ultimately the thrusters gave out and the saucer plummeted, skipping across the open ground leaving a trail of twisted metal in its wake. Once it skidded to a stop Jango landed Slave I beside the smoking wreckage, intent on finishing the job face to face to make sure that di'kut Hondo was dead with his own eyes.

He'd left Kamino soon after MU-12 relayed the message. It had been a few months since Cye checked in last. When he heard the wavering voice message she left he set to work finding out where she was and where Hondo decided to go without her. Zam had proven useful again in more ways than one. The clawdite was the only other person in the galaxy he came close to trusting, and how she handled things with Cye would either cement or break their alliance.

The ground crunched under his boots as he exited the ship and stormed towards Hondo's saucer. Cold wrath propelled him forward, and he aimed to kill as several of the pirates spilled out of the saucer haphazardly shooting their blasters. Jango whipped out his custom Westar pistols and returned fire. He tumbled forward, ducking their wild shots then launched himself upwards with his jetpack. With the height advantage he negated their cover and they slumped over dead before he hit the ground.

Jango turned on his helmet's infrared targeting system to see through the thick smoke filling the hallway. He didn't bother stealthing through the ship. He wanted Hondo to know he was coming. He wanted the weequay pirate to know who was coming for him. Cold wrath fueled every step, and he left a wake of death in his path as he worked his way through the ship.

His HUD picked up movement on the floor as he turned a corner by the storage hold. A weequay was trapped beneath a stack of toppled crates. He squirmed and wriggled like krill caught in an aiwha's maw, unable to free his lower half.

"Please, help, I'm stuck," the weequay called out to Jango. His pained, hopeful expression turned to one of terror as he made out the Mandalorian's signature silhouette. "Oh no. No, no, no. Don't hurt me. It wasn't my idea."

"Pathetic," Jango hissed as he pressed his boot hard enough to crack the man's chest, pinning him to the floor. "Where is Hondo?"

"H-Hondo's on the b-br-bridge," the pirate sputtered. "He was f-f-flying. He-he's probably st-still there." Jango pointed his blaster at the man who squealed in protest and flailed under his boot. "Please! Please d-don't-"

The blaster bolt silenced the weequay's pleas. Jango sneered down at the waste of sentience, then stalked towards the small bridge section of the craft. The door was sealed, the controls fried from the inside. Good. He's still inside. He flipped open one of his belt pouches and pulled out a doormaker. He unraveled the det cord and pressed it against the door before setting the timer. Once it was live he ducked around the corner, both blasters in hand and waited for the explosion rocked the ship and sent the door flying into the bridge.

He stepped cautiously through the hole where the door once was, careful to avoid the heated metal shrapnel edges. A flash of movement on his left caught his attention and he whirled, both blasters pointed at the source of motion. Hondo rose from behind the navigator's chair, his hands open and out in front of him as a sign of surrender.

"I hadn't expected you so soon, Jango," Hondo said with a carefree chuckle. "I'm actually quite impressed. Sad to lose a good ship, not so sad to lose my crew. They are easier to replace."

"You won't have to worry about either," Jango growled. He tensed, ready to shoot.

"Wait! Before you kill me you should know I left her to protect her," Hondo said quickly, his normally easygoing charisma gone as he shut his eyes to wait for the end.

If Hondo only hopped to delay the inevitable, it worked. The desperation in the pirate's voice gave him pause. What could this hut'uun be protecting Cye from? Jango flipped his blasters into their holsters as he stepped towards the pirate. Hondo flinched expecting blaster fire, then opened his eyes in surprise only to be met with Jango's armored fist.

The weequay reeled back, covering his face protectively with one hand while holding the other arm out as blood gushed from his broken nose. Jango sidestepped the sad attempt of a block and hammered his other fist into the man's gut. Hondo doubled over as his wind left him in a coughing fit. Before he could take a breath Jango's gauntleted fingers wrapped around his neck and slammed him into the bulkhead.

"You have one chance to get this right," Jango hissed through ground teeth. "Or I'll rip off your braids and whip you to death with them." He released the weequay and Hondo collapsed to the floor, sucking in air in a shuddering gasp. Jango took a step back, ready to pull his blaster again if necessary.

Hondo got on his hands and knees, slowly pulling himself up using the navigation chair for support. "I took a job a month ago." His voice came out in a nasally rasp as he pinched his nose to stop the bleeding. "Moving arms to a buyer on Concordia." He paused, an embarrassed frown darkening his bruised features. "I knew Mandos were the buyers and so I kept Cye out of it. But these weren't normal mercs. They called themselves Deathwatch."

"What?" Jango froze. They were supposed to be gone. They'd killed them. He watched Tor Vizsla die with his own eyes.

"I don't know, but-" Hondo yelped as Jango closed the distance between them and wrapped his arm around the weequay's seclusion braids.

"Time's up, Hondo," Jango said in a cool monotone voice. He wasn't going to let anyone help Deathwatch come back. He activated the vibro blade in his vambrace and held it an inch away from the pirate's ear.

"Wait! Wait," Hondo cried as he fought against Jango's grip. "They didn't get the weapons! I didn't sell them! Cye, she told me what they did to her. To you! I called off the deal, said I wouldn't deal with them. That I got a better offer. We killed three of them before they retreated." The resonant hum of the blade froze Hondo where he stood, but he kept talking. "I was done with them, I swear. But they contacted me. Their leader, a young man named Vizsla, Pre Vizsla, he said he knew about Cye and that if I didn't hand her over he would find us and kill us all."

"So you just abandoned her like a coward?" Jango bellowed and slammed Hondo's face against the navi-computer. The vibro blade sunk into the metal and sparks flew from the console, singeing Hondo's braids. "What about the job? The plans?"

"No! I- I made it up! The whole job. I only picked Lantillies because it was on the way to Florrum! Listen. Please. He told me terrible things, Jango. Things that he wanted to do to her, that he wanted to use her to find you. To avenge his father's death." He turned his head far enough to look into Jango's helmeted eyes. "I couldn't let that happen. I didn't want her to get hurt, or worse, go after those bastards and get caught by them. So I left her on Corellia."

"And to save your sorry shebs as well."

"To save us both!" Hondo shouted. "I thought if she were angry enough she wouldn't come back to me and put herself in danger. I love her!"

Jango wrenched Hondo up by his braids. If Cye had trusted him enough to share what happened to them after Galidraan, then he had to trust that the pirate spoke the truth. If Vizsla did have a child, they would be old enough to seek revenge.

"You will stay away from Vizsla. And Deathwatch," Jango warned. "If I find out that you or anyone you deal with does business with them, I'll come for you first."

"I won't, I swear," Hondo sputtered as he struggled to keep his feet under him.

"And you'll never contact Cye ever again."

"Never! I won't even be in the same sector as her!"

"I'll let you live. This time." Jango punctuated his promise with a swift punch to Hondo's side and a knee to his groin. As the weequay buckled, Jango flicked his wrist with the vibro blade, slicing through the pirate's seclusion braids. Hondo collapsed to the floor. Without another word he turned his back to the fallen man and stalked away, braids still in his grip as he made his way back through the wreckage to Slave I.

Mando'a and Other Translations:

Di'kut - idiot, useless individual, waste of space (lit. someone who forgets to put their pants on)

Aiwha - also called air whales, were a non-sentient species of winged cetaceans native to the planet Kamino.

Hut'uun - coward (worst possible insult for a Mandalorian)