Author's Note: The following chapter contains alcohol consumption. Thank you for reading. As always I do not own Star Wars or its characters.

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Din exhaled slowly before pressing the button to open the door to Vissna's room. He was prepared to find a fight on the other side, but he only found a girl, asleep in a ball on the floor. He sighed. He laid her plate of food on her bedside table and a pile of clothes he borrowed from Fennec on the chair by her door.

He kneeled down and picked up the bundle that was Vissna in his arms and carried her into bed. She was out cold. Once he laid her down, he picked through the pile of clothes until he found a large tunic that he could dress her in. As much as he enjoyed being screamed at by an attractive naked woman, he was sure she'd appreciate the option of clothing for the next time. And he was sure there would be a next time. He unfolded her arms, finding his missing glove in her hand. He gave her a small smile and decided to let her keep it, for now. He pulled the tunic over her head and wrapped her up in the bed. She smelled nice, like flowers. Then he left her alone to sleep.

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Din was surprised to see Vissna dressed and sitting at the dinner table next to Fennec that evening. He was slightly disappointed that she didn't look in his direction when he entered the room or sat down. Din didn't join them for eating, he always took his meals alone in his room- despite the fact that he technically wasn't a "Mandalorian" any longer, according to The Armorer. He still followed 'The Way of the Mandalore' and was certain he'd figure out a way to make his more recent rule-breaking right with The Creed. No, he joined them because they often discussed important things during meals. He sat down across from Fennec, next to Boba Fett, who sat at the head of the table.

Vissna looked really beautiful, with her hair pulled back into a bun, her eyes still puffy from crying. She was wearing something new, something of Fennec's that looked clean and simple. The dark color on her made her look even more pale and the red around her eyes even more apparent. He was glad to see her eating and drinking. He wondered if her cup was filled with wine or red tea. By the way she giggled next to Fennec, he guessed it was wine.

"Soo," Fennec started, "you two were pretty loud earlier."

Vissna forced a smile, "don't worry Fennec, you're still my favorite." She said, not looking at or even acknowledging that Din existed. Din tried not to let that get to him. Or the fact that her hand was clearly on Fennec's thigh. Fennec pretended to roll her eyes but returned Vissna's knowing look.

"Vissna," Boba Fett addressed, "I must apologize for your less than perfect bath. I assure you, the next one you take will be a peaceful one."

"Thank you," Vissna smiled. Her eyes quickly flicked up to meet the helmet-headed Mandalorian who she was 95% sure she absolutely loathed with the burning hot intensity of 1000 suns. The other 5% was her stupid horny vagina talking, and they weren't currently on good speaking terms. Din couldn't read emotions using The Force, however, he didn't need magic to tell Vissna wasn't happy with him. "I have a plan for your war," Vissna announced proudly, stabbing at the vegetables on her plate with a lot more force than necessary.

Fett and Din exchanged looks, "Do you?" Boba asked.

"The locals currently fear The Pykes more than they fear us. So we make a.. demonstration.. of sorts. Take a few trash locals that no one will miss and flay them in front of town hall. It will send a message to The Pykes and the locals. If The Pykes see what we are willing to do to our own people, they will second guess this venture. The Pykes aren't willing to risk themselves over business. This is all about money for them. Make it seem like a bad business deal. Might be nice to parade a few Pyke skins around town as well. Like we are a bunch of ruthless savages." Vissna smiled at the idea, clearly picturing it all in her head.

"Thank you for your elaborate… idea," Fett started, "I can tell you put a lot of thought into it. But we won't be using fear to control my people. I plan to rule based on respect," he added that last part because Vissna didn't quite seem to be grasping the concept he was going for.

Vissna looked directly at Fennec. "I know," Fennec said, "he wants to do it the hard way."

"I don't understand," Vissna raised her eyebrow, "you want respect and you won't instill fear?"

Din answered this time, "It's about honor," he said, "something you wouldn't understand."

Vissna picked up her glass, "Your self-righteousness wears thin on me," she said to Din and drank heavily. She drank until the room started to spin. But if she wasn't drinking, then she found herself thinking too much. She only stopped drinking long enough to watch her favorite shaggy haired biker cyborg babe walk into the room. The girl exchanged glances with Boba Fett who nodded and motioned her further into the room, "come join us Drash," Fett called to her. So, Vissna thought, she has a name. This was set up, Vissna could tell, this would be good.

The girl stopped behind Fennec's chair, "Vissna?" She called quietly, her cheeks pinkening with embarrassment.

Vissna whirled around, thoroughly excited for this conversation, "I heard this palace has a sacrificial pit, wanna try it out?" Fennec snorted in laughter.

Drash looked towards Boba Fett for support. Vissna wondered if Drash would suck Fett's dick if he asked. She guessed yes. Maybe they've already done more. "Be nice," Fett warned Vissna, "or I'll be sending you both to run laps up and down Alkhara's tower until you pass out."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Vissna said in a sultry tone, she winked and smirked at Fett.

Drash started again, "Vissna, I-"

"I'm so sorry sweet girl," She said, mocking Drash's accent.

"Y-you're? You're sorry?" She said with confusion, looking between Boba Fett, Din, Fennec and Vissna wondering if this was a joke. Fennec shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'don't look at me.'

"Yes I'm so sorry to report, it turns out Mando over there, he only dates Twi'leks!" Vissna informed her. Then she took Din's glove from her pocket and waved it in the girl's face, "Too bad for us, am I right?!" Then she turned to throw Din's glove across the table at him. "You forgot this in my room." Din caught the glove, feeling equally embarrassed for both her and himself.

"Ooookay," Fennec said standing, pulling Vissna's arm over her neck and helping her stand. "I think we should go now. You've had a lot to drink."

"Only if we go to your room," Vissna said giggling.

Drash stood there uncomfortable and unbelieving, "Soooo, do I still have to apologize?" She asked Boba Fett.

"No, I think we're fine here," he said chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth then waving her away. Then he turned towards Din, "Is she going to be okay?"

"I… I don't know," he admitted.

"Is she going to fight for me?" He asked.

"I don't know that either." He sighed.

Fennec walked back into the room, unaccompanied. "She's asleep," she reported.

"In your bed?" Fett asked, smiling. Fennec returned his smile and snorted.

"So, what did you do to her?" Fennec mused. "How did you break her?"

"I.. I sold her into slavery," Din said sadly.

"Wow, no wonder why she hates you." She replied.

"Regardless of the issues you have with your girlfriend-" Fett started.

"She's not my girlfriend," Din mumbled.

"Then she's available?" Fett scratched his chin, considering. He seemed to be waiting for Din to say something more, when he didn't, Fett changed the subject. "I have something I need you to do for me."

"Tell me what you need me to do," Din said, ready for a distraction from Vissna.

"If you accept, you'll be leaving her behind with me tomorrow. I understand if that's not something you can do right now. Are you alright with that?" He asked.

Din understood what was being asked of him and what was also implied but not said. He nodded, "I understand."

"Very well, I'll tell you the plan."

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