Author's Note: The following contains violence.
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As promised, a ship landed outside the room on the dock. Din had to admit, a spice freighter wasn't what he had in mind. And the timing wasn't great, Paz and Din still hadn't figured out what to do with the bodies and the crying girl on their couch. They both watched as a scummy-looking man climbed out of the ship, escorting the beautifully dressed and elegant Vissna. Paz and Din exchanged a glance.
"I'll go tell her," Paz looked up and down at Din again who was still only wearing a towel, "you should get dressed." He laughed.
Din blushed but didn't move. He watched Vissna and this other man on the veranda instead. He watched her hand move across his chest and her arm snake around his neck. He watched their foreheads touch and the way Vissna's lips and teeth played with another man's bottom lip. And how she slid her fingers between his, pulling his body even closer to hers. Something bitter filled his guilt as he watched her play with someone else.
Paz walked over authoritatively. At the fear-provoking presence that Paz exudes, a line of armed security file out of the ship and surround Vissna's new toy. Din watched as Vissna excused herself momentarily from that man and walked back to the hotel room followed by Paz. Even though the room is littered with bodies, the very first thing that caught her attention was Din's state of dress.
"Who is that," Din growled bitterly.
Vissna smiled and blushed, "That is my ship. And Din, had I known you were waiting for me dressed like that," she pointed at his towel, "I would have told you I was bringing back another man to fuck."
"You're going to fuck a man for his ship?!" Din crossed his arms.
"Keep your voice down!" She sneered, "Besides, it wouldn't be the first time." She shrugged then she cussed under her breath, her eyes moving across the floor. "How dare someone poison me in my own hotel. Okay, here's what's going to happen. I'm going back out there before I lose my ship. You know how paranoid these spice traders get." She rolled her eyes and crossed your arms, "You two kill that other girl and hide all the bodies in one room." Vissna demanded, pointing at the Twi'lek girl on the couch who instantly shot up and ran. Paz only had to take two steps before he was on top of her. He grabbed the top of her head in one hand and crushed it like a piece of fruit. "Nice! Keep that up and I'll fuck you next," Vissna winked, taking a moment to admire his show of strength and loyalty. "After that all you have to do is kill everyone on board my ship while I seduce that man standing out there." Vissna had her hands on her hips. "And for fuck's sake Din, find some clothes."
By the time Din was dressed, Paz had hauled all the bodies over his shoulder and thrown them into a room, closing the door behind him. Vissna was just walking into the room, her arm interlocked with the man, no doubt purring sweet things into his ear. Filling his head with the same lies she poured into his, Din thought. She escorted him into her room. She eyed Din playfully and smirked before closing the door. Din wished he was the one on the other side of that door with Vissna. Even if nothing between them happened, at least she would be with him and not someone else.
Paz sat back down on the couch, there was a long pause before he said, "You want to talk about it?" He motioned Din to the spot on the couch next to him. Din realized he'd been standing there staring at the closed door for too long.
"No," he said through his teeth, "let's go empty the ship."
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Paz and Din left the room just as the sounds of Vissna's passion started to fill the air. Din clenched his jaw as he heard Vissna moan and whimper for someone else. Filled with rage, he strolled across the veranda towards the ship. Understanding what Din needed to get from this job, Paz returned his blaster to its holster and took out his vibroblade instead. Din wanted this to get messy, he would oblige.
At the sudden approach of two very menacing looking Mandalorians, the spice security guards took up arms and aimed, but they never got to fire. Din grabbed the blaster out of a pair of hands, and impaled his head onto it from underneath using his knee. Then he fired the blaster through this head and into the head of another guard. Paz waited patiently in the background, man-handling and unarming a few guards to send Din's way.
When the next guard came to Din unarmed, he quickly looked at Paz, who gave Din a nod. Even though the pair weren't exactly seeing eye to eye, Mandalorians always took care of each other, had each other's backs. Always. Din kicked the guard in the chest and sent him back against the veranda, then he kicked his head into the veranda's rail.
When Din looked back up, he saw Vissna sprinting from the hotel room, her clean clothes and boots in one arm, her heels in the other. While he was preoccupied, a guard got the jump on him, choking him from behind. Vissna rolled her eyes at him, "We have no time to mess around Din!"
He took his vibroblade from his side and jammed it into his attacker's arm, then spun around and cut his throat.
"You had time to mess around," Paz teased, "it sure didn't take long either."
Vissna laughed. "Not so much! Someone left a plate of poisoned food on the table in my room," Vissna said breathlessly, "and it turned out my spice trader was hungry. I masturbated while I watched him die."
Din didn't know why he felt relieved to hear her say such. "Ship's clear," he told her.
Vissna ran onto the ship, "Hurry hurry hurry!" She yelled behind her, she took a passenger seat inside the cockpit, throwing her pile of clothes onto the seat next to her and strapped in. Din and Paz followed her, taking the pilot and co-pilot positions.
"What are we in a hurry from?" Paz asked.
"That!" She pointed to a few speeders racing towards them.
"Who did you piss off this time?" Din asked.
"People who think this isn't my ship," Vissna sneered, "now show them they're wrong!
Paz and Din exchanged looks, and while they couldn't see each other's faces, they could guess their expressions were a match. As the ship hovered about the ground, Vissna used the force to flip the first speeder into the second, causing a small explosion. "We need to get out of here, more will come." Vissna reminded them.
"Who was the man you just killed?" Paz asked.
"Someone important enough to have reinforcements," Vissna told them. "So, Din must have really been pent up," she said changing the subject, "that wasn't your usual fighting style back there." Din didn't answer her. "If I put the heel of your vibroblade to my cunt, do you think it would feel good? Or hurt? Or hurt in a really good way?"
"No," was all Din said.
"Just seeing if you're paying attention. Now we have to go pick up Din's starfighter. I wouldn't dream of leaving it behind. Paz take Din's seat. Din, get ready to jump."
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"So, do you guys have built-in communicators in your helmets or?" Vissna asked Din as he prepared to jump off the spice freighter's boarding ramp to his ship below. Din looked at her but didn't answer. Vissna was getting tired of the silent treatment he'd been giving her. "Okay, you know what, just take this," she said, pulling a communicator from her bosom.
"Where did you get that?" Din started, "you know what, I don't care." He took the piece and jumped off the ship.
Vissna closed the ramp behind him. "Okay, our newly angsty and melodramatic Mando has touched down, open the hanger!" She yelled to Paz as she ran back into the cockpit. Paz pushed a few buttons and the hanger opened. Vissna closed her eyes, something was coming, she could feel it, "Move!" She yelled as they started to take fire.
"What about Din?" Paz asked.
"He has the faster ship, he'll catch up." She said leaving the cockpit for the hanger.
"Where are you going? Shouldn't you man the blaster cannons?" Paz asked.
"No! Because I think I know why they're here! Just get us into space!" She yelled.
Vissna raced to the hanger. Just as she had expected, it was loaded with spice. Shit. She took a crate of spice, holding it out using the force, and threw it out of the hanger at their attackers. Here, you want your spice back, she thought, come and take it! She looked out of the hanger, holding on tightly to a bar on the wall. Din was already gone. "Shit," Vissna yelled.
He would come back. This trip was for him. He wouldn't leave his friend, Paz. He wouldn't leave her, even if he wanted to. He was too invested now. Vissna kept telling herself these things as she chucked spice out of the hanger until it was all gone. And her plan had worked. The spice traders were too busy recovering their precious cargo to go after them. Vissna ran back to the cockpit, as they were nearing the outermost atmosphere and she couldn't breathe. Din was nowhere to be found.
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