Author's Note: The following contains graphic violence.

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Static electricity tickled Vissna's fingers playfully, as her victims fell to the floor, crying for death to take them. Blood oozed from every oreface of her victims. Some of them clawed at their skin as though their own cells were attacking them. A few tried to reach for their blasters to end their own lives, only to find their blasters burnt their skin at the touch. Some fought the burning pain and managed to shoot themselves anyway.

"Vissna! Enough!" Din yelled. But it didn't stop. Din clutched her bag closer to his body, protectively. He was glad Grogu couldn't see this, but he was sure he could feel it. Feel the pain and suffering.

Din watched the poor creatures flay themselves with their own knives. They ran around screaming. Crushing their heads against walls, spilling their matter across the floor. He watched them bleed to the brink of death, tear out their own organs. One ripped his own eyes out and ate them. None of them were attacking. They didn't stand a chance against whatever Vissna had over them.

This was the worst and most brutal thing Din had ever experienced. Had he really asked for this? Asked her not to hold back? He took his blaster out of the holster. He held it out into the crowd, and took a deep breath. Then he started shooting into the crowd. He ended each life with his own hands. Put them out of their misery. Only when the last life was lost, did Vissna collapse to the floor.

Din looked down upon her, hesitant to touch her. Not because he was afraid of her, but because he was disgusted with her. "What have you done, Vissna," he murmured. The black spider-like veins were still visible on her face, but less so. A pale reminder of what she was, a monster. A curse, not a blessing. A few trails of blood worked their way down from her closed eyes and stained her cheeks. Din held his breath and kneeled down to her. He had to check for her heartbeat. It looked like she had killed herself, she looked like death. He took off his glove and reached for her neck. He felt her heart was beating very quickly, not at all thready, she had a strong pulse. Her eyes fluttered open. Din quickly removed his hand and put it onto his blaster. He held his blaster to her temple, waiting. He watched her very red eyes as they stared up at nothing in particular. She started muttering something.

"I can't hear you," Din said softly.

Vissna spoke up, "-And the strong will wilt against your power," she said, something she could recite from memory, something someone else had told her before she was given her new name. It was after her Master had unleashed her upon a large village. The same village where she has been mistreated and worked as a slave. That's when she had earned her name, Vissna.

"Sleep," Din said quietly.

Vissna closed her eyes. Fresh blood red tears staining her cheeks. Din stood up and surveyed the room as he returned his blaster to its holster and put his glove back on. He took a few steps forward, to leave. Leave this mess and leave her behind with it. Under his helmet, he was pale, his mouth was dry, he wanted to vomit. But that wasn't The Way. She had technically saved his life... again.

He bent back down to her, cradled her into his arms and threw her over his shoulder. The act reminded him of their first meeting. Oh how he wished that he had left her alone then. That he had never accepted this "bounty" from Bo Katan.

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Din had to admit it was odd stepping into a Razor Crest that wasn't his. It had looked just like his, but cleaner, newer appearing, even though it wasn't a new ship. He laid her down in bed. Then he opened up his side pouch. "You can come out now," he told his little friend.

Grogu popped out of the bag happily, as though he slept through all of the past hour's events. Din, however, felt like he'd been hit by a rail speeder at full power. Like the hope had been sucked from him and he'd never find happiness again. He stared at Vissna's bloody face, anger overcoming him. He hated her right now. Hated how she'd come into his life, hated how she'd risked not only his life but Grogu's. There was another way out of that room. He was sure of it. His other plan could have worked.

Grogu climbed up on the bed near Vissna's boots. He pointed with one of his three fingers at her. "Don't touch," Din warned him. Grogu squeaked, which Din hoped meant "I wouldn't dream of it."

Din climbed to the cockpit and Grogu followed holding a bag of chips. "Where did you get that?" Din asked as he sat down in the pilot's seat. He wanted to relocate her ship closer to his, and further from The Outlander Club. He was sure whoever was after her would see the massacre and second guess their decision to face her. But, Just in case, it wasn't smart to stay. Someone wanted Vissna dead. And this wasn't Bo Katan's doing. This was someone with a lot of money and power.

Vissna slept for an entire day. Din walked over to check on her hourly, but she didn't wake. Her face looked normal after the first hour. She looked beautiful again, the only remnant of her recent slaughter being the blood stains on her face that Din hadn't washed away. He hadn't wanted to touch her at all. He currently felt a mixture of what he could only describe as revulsion and trepidation. He was thankful Grogu wasn't technically present for that bloodbath. He was sure it would have scarred him.

Grogu managed to find bags of food around various parts of the ship. It was almost like it was meant to be a game. Like Vissna had known Din and Grogu would be on the ship. That she'd thought about entertaining and feeding Grogu all at once. There was no way that could be true. But after what he had witnessed, anything was possible. There's no way he'd want Grogu anywhere near her. He wouldn't want Grogu to end up a monster like her.

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