Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading, I've enjoyed watching more people take interest in this story. Loyalty is rewarded, as Din will find out, here's another chapter.

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Vissna followed Paz into the cockpit onboard the freighter. Vissna pulled her robe off and hung it across the back of the copilot's chair, then she sat down, pulled off her boots one at a time and let them fall to the floor. She loved how intently Paz watched her.

"Please sit," she gestured to a chair next to her. Then she slouched in her chair to reach her feet across to Paz's lap. He took her feet in hands and one at a time and rubbed them.

"Now what," Paz asked, moving onto rubbing her calves through her pants.

"We wait for Din," she shrugged, "Then the real work begins. I'll make contact with my informants. The mine will run within the week. You will choose a planet nearby that meets our needs. Somewhere with copious amounts of beasts to slay. I'll contact the slavers I haven't killed and buy out their stock of monsters. We train our troops the old fashioned way."

"How long were you a slave?" He asked. Vissna pulled her feet back and glared at him.

"Until I kill my Master and take his title, I still am," she sneered. "Let's see how powerful he is when I have an army of super soldiers behind me. I will do what he could never succeed in doing."

"You're not strong enough to fight him alone." Paz speculated.

"Few are," Vissna sighed. "Ever heard of the intense training called Teräs Käsi?"

"No, I haven't," Paz replied.

"Soon you will be proficient enough to train our recruits in the art. My Master is quite possibly the best practitioner this galaxy has ever seen. To crush our enemies we must first know them," she said, then she stood up in front of Paz and pulled off her shirt to show him her bruising was gone, her neck healed, her body looked untouched despite how hard he beat her. She let him examine her bare chest long enough for him to start to crave her. "It's also how I survived his betrayal. And your punches." She smirked and he chuckled.

Din walked in as Vissna was pulling her top back down. Vissna watched Din clench his fists in display of his disapproval. "It's done, let's go." He grunted.

"This is your last chance Mando," Vissna eyed him as she straightened her shirt and took her seat.

"For what?" Din asked.

"To explore my mouth and body with your tongue," Vissna smirked, "I mean you've already taken off your helmet in front of someone, before you go swimming in the waters under Mandalore, you might as well enjoy me." Din started breathing heavily, picturing how sweet she would taste and the way her body would arch against his tongue.

"What do you want from me," he said seething through his teeth, fists tightening.

"That's a long list," she said turning to Paz, "Should we do this in front of Paz or take it to a cabin in the back?" Vissna said, licking her lips and smiling.

Din was on her in a second, tired of her games. His hand on her neck, holding her taut against the back of the chair. She wondered if he had this obsession with choking her because he knew she loved it, or because he battled whatever it was inside of him that told him to kill her. That laying a hand on her throat tamed his need to kill her long enough for her to survive another little quip of hers that drove him mad with wrath. Just as quickly as Din had touched Vissna, Paz had his vibroblade under Din's neck. Vissna stared at his helmet, which she was sure hid a nasty glare. She gazed back just as intensely. Then she held up a hand to Paz and he backed down. Din squeezed harder, Vissna's face turned red but she still gave Paz a look that said she had this under control. Din may have a hard time controlling his anger, but he wasn't going to kill her just yet. He didn't have it in him, she could feel it.

She put a hand on Din's wrist, "let go," she gasped. He didn't let go. "Please," she strained to speak against his grip, "please Din, let go." She managed to say. And he did, but he didn't back down. He stayed in a dominating position above her. The way Vissna saw it she had two choices with him. She could pick at him like an open wound until he bled with enough vehemence to fight her. Or she could quite possibly, if she played her cards right, have him naked and on top of her in another room.

"What do you want from me," he said again, with less hate in his tone than before.

Vissna took a hand to her throat and rubbed. She got up from the chair, grabbed her boots from the floor, and walked around Din. "I would appreciate it," she coughed, and spoke hoarsely, "if next time you choked me, you'd take me from behind too." She chuckled to herself. But Din didn't find it funny.

He pushed her against the wall face first, then he pressed himself against her and growled angrily into her ear, "answer me." Vissna dropped her boots back to the floor in the altercation. Paz came and stood behind Din, laying a hand on his shoulder in warning. Another move and Paz would have him on the floor. While Vissna would love to see the boys fight over her, she'd rather Din's passion be directed entirely at her and for her.

"Accept me," she said simply. She pushed back against Din. Paz pulled him back, restraining him by the arms. She turned around and picked up her boots again. "Accept me," she repeated again but this time facing him, "for exactly what I am. For everything that I do and everything I will do. See me clearly, explicitly, completely, and be unwaveringly faithful to me despite the darkness that corrodes and festers inside me."

"What if I can't do that," Din said. And he truly believed he couldn't. There was no way. He saw no future that was worth having together. Nothing good would ever come from Vissna.

"Then I don't believe you will survive me Mandalorian," she said and she left the cockpit.