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The Mandalorian waited in Boba Fett's palace for the woman to wake up. Had he really hit her that hard? Fett applied the bakta spray and she's still out? He must have hit her too hard. Was he supposed to feel bad for hurting a Sith? Because he didn't. He felt absolutely nothing. Or so he told himself. She seemed like a hard-headed girl who enjoyed pain. Din suppressed his desire to pace, because Mandalorians don't pace, they are calm, collected and in control always. So he waited for her in the throne room with Fett and Shand as he planned and calculated all potential outcomes. He wanted to trust his friend's plan, but trust didn't come easily for him. He liked to have a backup plan, and then a back up plan for his back up plan. He doesn't gamble and he doesn't leave anything up to chance.

There was only one way to the throne room from where he left her. A descending spiraling stone staircase in which he had his eyes locked upon, his blaster ready at his side. Suddenly, the air seemed to change... His fingers twitched, he felt something... He couldn't tell whether it was physical or an intangible feeling. He ripped his blaster out of its holster and aimed it at the bottom of the staircase. He earned a curious look from Fett who had been watching him. But he was too preoccupied with this feeling to notice. Something just wasn't right. As he aimed, he could have sworn he saw… Grogu? He was standing just there at the bottom stair. He lowered his blaster. But that feeling didn't go away. Thinking quickly, he pressed a button on his wrist that operated the stun cuffs. Following the sound of screaming pain, he turned, behind him he saw his bounty on her knees glaring up at him. She writhed in pain from the intense shock the cuffs delivered.

"Mmm do it again, I promise I'll like it more this time," she pleaded.

He pressed his blaster up underneath her chin, a power move. She almost had him, he had even felt her tug at the saber on his belt. She came very close to success. She was quick. But he was better trained. He enjoyed the current view more than he'd ever care to admit. Her beautiful dark eyes lined in charcoal looking furious and slightly defeated up at him. Her hands cuffed in front of her, causing her arms to squeeze her breasts together ever so slightly. On her knees, her face was dangerously close, and at just the right angle, for a more…. intimate satisfaction.

With his helmet on, she would never know how she got to him in this way. How she led his thoughts to a dangerous place just by being underneath him. He watched the corner of her mouth curl up into a smirk. Then he remembered Ahsoka Tano telling him how she could feel Grogu's emotions. He wondered if this "Force User" could do the same. He took a moment to clear his thoughts, just in case.

Din wanted to know more about this woman. He even wanted to be able to trust her, use her as an asset in the war with The Pykes, as Fett had mentioned. They desperately needed more people on their side. He didn't see it happening though. Din was a good judge of character and she was not of good character. The amount of rage that poured out of her could fuel a Star Destroyer.

"Do it," the woman urged him on to shoot her down with his blaster. "Go on metal head," she said in a low and deadly voice, "shut me down, I dare you to." When he didn't move and didn't respond, she smiled. Full on smiled, with teeth. Then she went on in a much more playful tone. "You're not here to kill me. Or you would have already. Now that's information." The woman was practically beaming with the knowledge of her new found advantage. She rose to her feet, knowing she would not be killed. She maneuvered around the Mandalorian to present herself in front of the throne that Boba Fett occupied.

"I presume you are in charge," she said, lowering herself to a short but respectful bow.

"You are speaking to Lord Boba Fett, Daimyo of Tatooine," Fennec Shand stated.

"Yes, Lord Fett, I've heard of your achievements. I've also heard of your troubles. And Fennec, you are looking very well," she said as she eyed Fennec up and down. "It's been some time." The woman paused, placing her two joined pointer fingers towards her plump lips, drawing attention to them as she talked, "was it the Outlander Club on Coruscant?" The woman eyed Fennec knowingly-which amused Boba Fett and made Din Djarin very uncomfortable. When Fennec refused to meet the woman's gaze, she quickly changed the subject. "Of course it's been a while, 5 years or so, but who's counting?" Boba Fett, who wasn't wearing his helmet- but displaying it on the arm of his throne- turned slightly towards Fennec and raised an eyebrow at her to show her his interest in the rest of what was surely an interesting story from her past. Fennec rolled her eyes, clearly not willing to share. Boba smirked and returned his attention to the woman before him, which was easy enough to do, she was captivating to look at.

"You see there's been a misunderstanding of sorts," the woman continued, "last I checked, I had no bounty on my name," she gave Din a scowl, "I'm also missing a personal effect," she lowered her fingers from her lips and pointed them like a gun at Din's belt where her beautiful lightsaber hung. "That belongs to me. Return it to me and I'll walk out of here quietly." She lied.

"Bo Katan sent me to collect you, alive," Din sneered.

The woman paused and lowered her arms slowly, processing this new development, her plans quickly changing. Din could have sworn he saw her eyes become glossy with threatening tears, but a moment later it was replaced with her fiery rage. "Interesting," the woman said with a forced calm. She started to walk around the room while she considered her next move carefully. It was amazing what people will tell you with a small nudge in the right direction. After all, information wants to be heard, it sits there in the front of everyone's mind. She just has to reach in and gently coax it out, so the giver believes it was what they wanted to say and not what was forced to give.

"I left Bo Katan alone all these years," she admitted to the Mandalorian, mostly because there was yet to be a gain in killing her, "Perhaps, I was wrong. Perhaps I ought to give my dear great aunt a visit." Din's chest tightened. She could be lying. She was probably lying. She didn't particularly look like Bo Katan. Maybe in her eye shape and her nose. But that didn't necessarily mean they weren't related. The woman sauntered up to him- wiggling her hips more than before, Din noticed. "Alright. I accept my fate. Take me to Bo Katan." She said plainly holding her cuffed hands out to the Mandalorian to be taken away.

"Why does she want you?" Din said plainly, ignoring her outstretched hands.

"Let's go to her together and find out?" She grinned.

"Is it because you have a claim to the throne of Mandalore?" He asked.

She smirked, her arms still out for him to take. "You have a bigger claim than any of us," she said, nodding towards his Darksaber. The Mandalorian put a hand on it unthinkingly. The way she looked at him made him feel like he needed to keep his possessions close. She exuded an intense hunger in her stare, it was all-consuming. Part of Din wanted to give into it right then and there.

"Why do you want to kill Bo Katan?" Din continued to prod.

"Who said I do?" She answered. The truth was she did, but not right this minute. She'd rather let her live until she has something to take, like Mandalore. Let Bo build her empire, build her followers, rally the Mandalorians. Do all the work for her.

Din wasn't getting anywhere with this woman and it frustrated him. "What's your name?" He asked. Something simple. Something easier to answer.

But it wasn't the woman who answered. "Vissna." Fennec responded, earning a sly grin from the woman. Of course Fennec would remember her. Vissna was a hard woman to forget.

There was a pause in the room. One that Vissna didn't like. "I'm not sure what you're expecting. I'm not going to tell you some sad story so that you feel sorry for me and save me from my aunt's wrath. If that's what you're waiting to hear, you'll be disappointed." She said angrily, "she turned me into this, now she can face the monster she created." She eyed her lightsaber again. The amount of distrust in the room may just be enough to will her saber back, she thought.

The Mandalorian pressed a button on his wrist, Vissna's stun cuffs fell to the floor. She gasped, it worked. Her gasp made Din smirk. Then he took the hilt to the Darksaber in his hand, and activated it. With his other hand he freed her lightsaber from his belt and threw it to her. She looked adorably puzzled by the sudden change from the Mandalorian. "If you disarm me," Din started, "I'll take you to your Aunt. If I disarm you, you stay here and fight the Pykes, deal?"

She looked from the lightsaber in her hand to the Mandalorian and back. It was perfect. She couldn't have planned this out better. "That's a horrible idea," she laughed.

"You don't want the Darksaber?" Din was genuinely perplexed.

"Why are you so willingly giving it away?" She clutched her saber tighter as if it would leave her again.

"Who said you're winning this?" Din mused. That was enough to light her fuse again. Her fury glowed like an aura around her.

"Deal." Vissna agreed.

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Vissna ignited her lightsaber and let the familiar red glow illuminate her face. She held it out towards the Mandalorian, giving the blade a spin to instigate the fight. Din slashed the Darksaber across the air once for show. Vissna looked pleased, no, aroused as she and Din circled waiting for the other to make a move.

Vissna had never been more giddy in her life than right now battling against the Darksaber. Her heart raced and her breaths kept coming up short. It had been a while since she'd used her lightsaber. She wasn't in a place where she was able to draw any attention to herself. She had to lay low, or risk getting caught. Especially with the Pykes sworming the city. She wasn't technically supposed to be alive. And now as the days pass, it seems more and more people want her dead. She needed some new friends. Like the best bounty hunter in the world, to fight her battles for her.

Vissna waited for the Mandalorian to make a move. Din charged at her with a heavy hand and a great deal of strength behind his strike. A great deal more than she would be able to combat against. She held her ground and positioned herself as if she were bracing for his blow. He was just a step away from her now. The impending doom of his Darksaber loomed above her as she held out her hand. Using The Force, she sent his strength right back at him. Perhaps the whiplash would slow the helmet-head's reaction time.

She noted the great deal of strength it took him to wield his weapon. She had to expel his strength, which far surpassed her own. She could win this if she wanted to, claim the Darksaber. Present it to her Master and beg for him to take her back. No, that wouldn't be enough. He'd claim it for himself and kill her. She would have to present him with a much more delectable gift, one that would crumble if she were taken out of the picture. Did she want to win this fight? She'd have to decide fairly quickly, she felt the Mandalorian tiring already.

After avoiding three more passes of his saber, Vissna finally met his blade with her own. He was considerably physically stronger than she was, so she added another hand and then willed TheForce to her side. She felt a moisture build between her legs as she pressed herself harder against his might. Then she took the heel of her boot to the sensitive spot between his thigh and groin and kicked him hard. She used the momentum to propel herself backwards in an aerobic flip. Din dropped to one knee grunting. She was careful to avoid harming that part of him… the part that she was certain would become her favorite part of him very soon.

She wasn't sure she could take another impact that strong from him… unless she took something from him first. But, strength wasn't everything. She gave her wrist a twist, spinning her weapon around once before charging into a quick sprint at Din's right hand side as he tried to get back up. He held his saber up in defense. She met his blade and then kicked his neck a second later. Din landed on his back on the floor.

She smiled at his short-comings. The amount of honor he used in his fighting style, adorable. If she were going to throw this fight, he was going to work for it. He didn't know what he was wielding, and that was dangerous for the both of them. "The Darksaber is testing its new Master," Vissna purred. "You're unbalanced. Your weight distribution is off with each swing. Your compensating skill for strength." Vissna continued to keep Din on the defensive.

"Then it will be even more embarrassing for you when I win," Din breathed, getting back onto his feet. Vissna fed on his frustration, held out a hand and propelled Din's body back against a wall using The Force. "Cheap tricks," Din groaned. He pulled himself off the wall and stumbled forward with more determination than ever.

"I don't fight fair," Vissna smirked.

Din had a plan formulating in his head. She was toying with him, he could tell by the way she tested and teased him. He could use that against her. He watched her charge at him again, but this time he left himself wide open. Not defending himself. After all, if she had wanted him dead, he figured he would be by now. She would right now prove to him that she wanted to be here with them. And he had wanted that from her. More badly than he would admit. She slowed her sprint, a curious look on her face, she redirected her saber to his leg, gashing open his calf. Din clutched The Darksaber hard, trying to fight through and ignore his pain.

He grabbed her right arm, the one that held her saber, and pulled her back against his front. He wrapped his arm around her neck, choking her from behind. She took the opportunity to grind her ass into his crotch. Another dirty trick that elicited a soft groan from the Mandalorian. Apparently, Vissna liked being choked.

As Vissna wiggled her hips into Din in an erotic manner, she loosened his grip on her arm. Then she activated the second side to her dual-wielding blade, cutting his left side. "Surprise," she smiled.

Din released her, pulling back and holding his side. "Dank Farrick," he coughed. Now its two blades against one.

Vissna spun her dual lightsaber around, "Darksaber getting heavy?" She teased.

She threw the lightsaber from her right hand, trying to catch it in her left. Before she could grab it, Din slashed it out of the air and across the room. She cried out in pain, her left forearm and right thigh had matching slash and burn marks. That wasn't part of his plan. He hadn't meant to hurt her. His precision wasn't great. Din returned the Darksaber to his belt.

"I won," Din declared, taking a closer look at her forearm. He had a matching cut of his own on his leg from wielding the Darksaber, so he understood the pain she was in.

"No shit," she spat, slowly lowering herself to the ground to fuss over her wounds. She bet he would feel guilty for hurting her.

"I'll get the bakta spray," Din mused. He wouldn't ever say it, but seeing her on the ground in pain was satisfying, she was a helluva difficult bounty.

"No, no more bakta. I'm sick of the smell." She pulled her leg in closer to her and took some deep breaths. If there was one thing she did well, it was pain. Otherwise, she wouldn't still be alive. She could feel her Master's voice in her head, it came in perfect sync to the pounding throbbing sensation that came with a Darksaber wound. Powerless, unworthy, scum. And he was right. She would never be strong enough. But she was no longer alone.

"I think you need it. Trust me, I've nicked myself with the Darksaber before," he admitted.

This didn't surprise her. He didn't know what he had or what he was doing. He had to be taught to wield darkness. To feel the pain and suffering the blade has caused and revel in it. But for now, she thought, he can heal her, as long as he stays close to her.

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