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Solo
Damian stepped into the kitchen and looked around. Barriss sitting at the table, a small smirk on her face. Jek and Shaeeah sitting at the table with their shoulders hunched, trying to hide. Ahsoka standing at the stove, refusing to look at Barriss.
"Good morning Ahsoka," Damian said.
Silence.
"Oh come on," Damian sighed. "How can you possibly still be mad? It's been a week!"
Silence.
"Well can you at least help me train today?" Damian asked.
Silence.
"Fine," Damian sighed. "I'm going to go find someplace to buy supplies. You guys want anything?"
"Buy us an Astromech," Barriss said. "I'm tired of having to control the guns, hyperspace, and the deflector shields all at once."
"Any preference?" Damian asked.
"R2 or R3," Barriss said. "No R4, they're shaped weird."
"Trash can not cone head, got it," Damian nodded. "Jek, Shaeeah?"
Both shook their heads.
"Ahsoka?" Damian asked.
"You want to know what I want?" Ahsoka snarled, turning to him. "I want you go fuck yourself! I hope you never come back! i hope you land and step off and there are four Sith Stalkers waiting for you! I hope you just go die!"
Damian staredat her for a moment before shrugging.
"Suit yourself," Damian shrugged. "See you guys around."
He walked out to the shuttle and started it up, lifting into the air and saluting Barriss, Jek, and Shaeeah goodbye out the window. Then, the turned, flying away. Once he was far enough away to not be seen, he took off into orbit and then jumped to Hyperspace. if he was going to get everything he needed, he'd have to go somewhere that sold droids that were still useful. Like Coruscant.
He sat back, sighing. There was a short list of places he could go, and he didn't want to go to Coruscant if he didn't need to. So, fifteen minutes later, he arrived at a backwater droid dealership, landing and walking off of the shuttle, seeing a long line of astromechs, instantly seeing there were no R-series mechs of any kind. He walked to the owner of the store and the human man turned to him, narrowing his eyes.
"What?" the man asked.
"Do you have any R-series?" Damian asked.
"What you see is what you've got," the man said. "No R-series. Those are getting rare. And obsolete."
Damian nodded and turned, walking away from him, back to the shuttle and taking off. After about five more outer rim stops, as well as asking Ohnaka and Bane, Damian finally gave up, deciding Coruscant was the only place left. He dropped out of Hyperspace, finding several Imperial Star Destroyers orbiting the planet. They payed him no mind, however, and he landed at the market district. He left his shuttle, putting his usual helmet on, and walked from shop to shop, quickly getting what he needed and paying for it to be delivered onto his ship, then heading to the only droid shop nearby. He stopped as he walked into it, scanning around. Six R4s, seven R1s, and three R5s. No R2s. No R3s.
"Excuse me," Damian said, walking up to the counter where a Trandoshan was polishing a piece of droid. "Do you happen to have any R2s or R3s in stock?"
"One of each," the Trandoshan said. "I have an R2-KT and an R3-S6. I'll have to warn you, though, R2-KT hasn't had its memory wiped yet. I only just recently got ahold of it and haven't had the chance."
"That's alright," Damian said. "How much for the pair?"
"Well," the Trandoshan mused. "How does twelve thousand credits sound?"
"That sounds more than a little steep," Damian said.
"Well, how about five for one, and you make up the difference with a...favor, of sorts," the Trandoshan offered.
"What sort of favor?" Damian asked.
"You're a smuggler," the Trandoshan said. "You worked for Ghinvul before his...unfortunate accident. All I need is for you to drop off a couple of droids on the way back to your home with your own new ones."
"I assume it would be, detrimental for these droids to be picked up by the Empire," Damian said.
"To you for having them, me for giving them to you, and for my friends waiting for the droids for the Empire to have them."
"Why?" Damian asked.
"Because there are some...business deals that my friends would like to have records of that the empire needs to not find out about," the Trandoshan said. "If you absolutely can't get the droids to my friends, make sure the empire doesn't get them. Destroy their memory banks. Then contact me and I'll tell my friends that the records were disposed of."
Damian nodded and the Trandoshan walked into the back. Then, he walked back out, a white and pink R2 and a black and gold R3 following. Both stopped in front of Damian and the Trandoshan held his hand out. Damian payed him and the Trandoshan nodded.
"The droids you want are the red pair outside," the Trandoshan said. "Just tell them that you accepted the job and they'll know to follow you."
Damian nodded, walking outside and collecting the droids, then leading all four to his ship. Once on, he sat in the pilot's seat and one of the red droids, both C-series, entered coordinates for Hyperspace and Damian jumped. As they were traveling, Damian turned to his two new droids.
"Alright, so, do either of you have a problem working for a Smuggler?" Damian asked.
Both released a series of beeping noises and Damian sighed. rubbing his eyes.
"I don't understand a single thing you two say," Damian sighed. "Maybe Barriss or Ahsoka will understand."
The R2 unit suddenly began to beep rapidly, head swiveling side to side.
"What?" Damian asked. "You know Ahsoka?"
It beeped again.
"Good," Damian said. "Hopefully you can make her be nice. She's extremely angry with me and Barriss right now."
The droid began to beep.
"Look I don't understand you," Damian sighed. "Alright, head quickly right for yes, and left for no. Are you asking why she's mad?"
Right.
"Well, I had sex with one of Ahsoka's friends, and she got mad because she hates it when I have sex with her anywhere near me and also because it was her friend," Damian explained. "Same with Barriss. You two, where are we headed exactly?"
One of them turned its projector on, displaying a star map, then from there zooming in until he reached Mustafar.
"Oh terrific," Damian groaned. "There again. I fucking hate Mustafar! Alright. You two go to the cargo bay and get ready for offloading. I'm going to make this very fast."
The two C-series droids left the bridge and Damian turned to the other two.
"I don't trust that Trandoshan or either of those droids and this will be a perfect chance for you two to earn my trust," Damian said. "Whatever happens, keep he ship running. I expecting a trap, so the ship needs to be ready to take off at the drop of a hat. Can you do that?"
Both droids turned their heads to the right. Damian nodded as they dropped out of Hyperspace. Following the coordinates, Damian landed at a facility that did God knows what on the hellish planet. There were several men wearing a variety of masks and ragged brown ponchos standing on the platform. As soon as Damian had touched down, they began to walk over and Damian hurried to the cargo bay, lowering the ramp and jogging down it with the droids following. When he reached the bottom, he found the recipients standing in a semicircle around the edge of the landing platform. He walked away from the ship a bit and the droids followed close together behind him.
"I've got your droids," Damian said. "Take them so I can go home."
"No charge?" one of the people asked.
"No charge," Damian said.
"No, I think there is a charge," a second said. "As a matter of fact, I know there's a charge."
"No there's no-"
Then, Damian's ears were ringing and he was lying on his back. Pain was coursing through him, screaming to be acknowledged from his back. He looked around slowly, vision swimming, seeing the ship taking off, the ramp closing, scoring and blast damage surrounding it. Then, Damian looked the other way, vision slowly sharpening as he stared at the four people around him. All at once, they slowly reached up to their ponchos, ripping them away and exposing their outfits. All were some form of combination between machines and armor plating, all grafted to their bodies, all accompanied by black clothes or armor, and all clear indicators of who he was staring at. As Damian pushed himself up, forcing himself to ignore the pain, each drew metal cylinders from somewhere on their uniforms. One with a black mask with a red "Y" on the front extended dual standard-style lightsabers. One, the only female, that had a brown mask with a breathing apparatus and a silver visor across her eyes drew a handle that extended a plasma whip. The third was the same from Felucia who had the long staff with four blades, which apparently came in several pieces. And the last, unfortunately, was not the other one from Felucia. This one was a Lasat. It had black and grey fir in stripes, stood seven feet tall easily, had black armor down to its knees, black cloth wrapped around its neck a couple times with another strip hanging low over its otherwise bare torso. It didn't have a normal lightsaber. Its were a pair of gauntlets that each extended a pair of claw-like lightsaber blades.
"Oh," Damian breathed, pushing himself up as the four Sith Stalkers began forward. "Well Ahsoka, you got your wish. Now I'll die because there were four Sith Stalkers waiting when I stepped off the ship."
He reached back, feeling his back and wincing at the burn. The exploding droids were exceptionally powerful detonations, but they had burned him, disoriented him, made lightsaber combat problematic at best, and then his ship had taken off and stranded him. He drew his lightsaber, extending one blade just as a series of beeps blared in his ear.
"Dammit droid you know I can't understand you!" Damian snapped, backing away from the calmly approaching Sith Stalkers. "If you're not working with them, I need a fucking ride! Pick me up!"
They beeped at him again and he pulled the comm link out, hurling it off the platform before turning, leaping off of the landing pad. As he fell toward the magma, he angled himself, moving sideways until he was over a small platform held by four droids. He landed on the platform, and sighed, looking back up as the four Sith Stalkers jumped. Two landed on small droids carrying buckets of liquid metal, one landed on another platform, and the one with the staff landed on the magma, smoke curling up from his feet but he was standing on it and not bursting into flames.
"Oh for the love of...What are you!?" Damian shouted. "Hey, droids! Get me to land!"
The droids silently began to speed up, changing direction and crossing the river of lava, heading toward an outcropping of stone. Before they could get there, Damian turned to the Sith Stalkers, finding them moving to surround him. He looked around, seeing a single droid flying past and leapt to it, landing heavily and the droid protested before continuing across the lava, the Sith Stalkers following.
"Come on you stupid Astromechs!" Damian snarled. "Where the hell are you!?"
The first Sith Stalker pulled up beside him, the one with two lightsabers. Damian didn't bother trying to fend them off. He shoved the Sith Stalker's droid out from under him with the Force then leapt over a blast as well, flipping, and landing on a second platform, the force from his landing making the platform skid sideways over the lava.
"Guess you don't get my trust after all," Damian said, searching the sky.
Then, he leapt sideways to a droid's head as the plasma whip connected with the platform, splitting it in half. Damian growled in annoyance and crouched, watching the four Sith Stalkers. They were going at him one at a time. Toying with him. But he didn't want to fight them. He wanted to survive. Which meant they had to die.
He shoved with both hands, the telekinetic blast sending the female and the one with two sabers flying. The other two leapt over it, and the two who were thrown landed together on a platform. Damian turned, seeing the droid speeding toward a drop off. He smirked, remembering the last time he was on Mustafar. He prayed this was like that. Then, he jumped, barely clearing the edge and beginning to fall. He held his breath, passing through a cloud of volcanic ash, then fell out the other side to see the shuttle, flying downward. He put his arms and legs to his side, shooting down after it and getting inside before using the Force to close the ramp and crashing to the floor as the shuttle leveled off and then shot into space, jumping to Hyperspace. He lay on his back, catching his breath from the adrenaline, fear, and hard landing for a few moments before standing and walking to the bridge, finding the two Astromechs there.
"You're late," Damian said. "Stupid Astromech."
He collapsed into his chair, setting a hand on each droid's head and rubbing it like a pet for a moment before letting his hands fall and groaning.
"Stop by a bar," Damian said. "I want a very stiff drink."
The R2 unit beeped in response and Damian stood, walking to the back and changing into something not burned and blasted full of holes, checking his burn in the mirror. It was already healed a good deal. He stared at it a while before deciding to ask Ahsoka about it. Then, he walked back to the bridge, sitting down as they exited Hyperspace at Hondo Ohnaka's base. Damian stared at the droid for a moment before stashing his lightsaber and sighing.
"Whatever happens, no one else gets on this ship, and I am not allowed to play any games," Damian said. "If you follow those rules we might get off this planet without having to steal from Hondo."
Damian walked off the shuttle, R2-KT following him with R3-S6 staying to watch the ship. Damian and R2 went into the base, Hondo meeting them at the door with a bottle of liquor in each hand, one of which he handed to Damian.
"Welcome home my friend!" Hondo greeted him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and leading him inside. "Have a drink, enjoy yourself! Join us in a game!"
"Pass," Damian said. "I need my ship and droid."
"That is very fair," Hondo laughed. "Come. I must introduce you to our newest members."
Damian followed him to the back where only Hondo, Damian, Hondo's best men, and whichever women they chose to sleep with at the time were allowed. Once there, Hondo called out a pair of Twi'Leks, both with the same shade of blue skin, and absolutely identical faces, not that Damian was usually able to tell one Twi'Lek from another by anything other than skin color.
"Allow me to introduce the twins!" Hondo said. "Hailey and Kailey!"
"I'm Hailey."
"I'm Kailey."
They introduced themselves in the opposite order Hondo had introduced them. Hondo shrugged and Damian laughed.
"Listen," Hondo said. "I was trying to decide who should...welcome them. They just got here yesterday, so they are still...uninitiated. Would you mind too terribly? For old times' sake?"
Damian sighed and nodded before uncorking his bottle and taking a long drink before holding it out.
"Drink up girls," Damian said. "We're going to throw you a massive welcome home party. Also in tangent with my own welcome home party."
The twins were confused so they led them back out to the front where Hondo announced that they were suddenly having a party. Cheers thundered around the room before women who weren't bounty hunters flooded the room, serving alcohol as music pounded from the speakers and smoke began to drift around the room from whichever drugs Hondo's men were into at the time. Damian began to drink as well, making sure the twins did the same and soon Damian's sense for time and actions began to blur. At some point, he and the twins ended up on the dance floor, the twins grinding up against him from either side and kissing him. Then, as they were kissing, he guided them closer and closer until he managed to trick them into kissing each other. From there, it was a bit of a blur until getting to his old room in the base with the twins.
He remembered stripping them while they were busy kissing and fondling each other, apparently far more drunk than he was, or maybe experienced with each other. Then, he remembered ramming into one while the other rode her face and made out with him. Then, after that was a memory of taking one, maybe the same or maybe the other, from behind while she used a strap-on to fuck her sister at the same time. He remembered that one better, whether from sobering up or from the arousal brought on by watching a girl fucking her sister with a strap-on while kissing her and getting railed out by you he wasn't sure. he remembered fucking her. He remembered finishing inside her. He remembered feeling like he needed to pee. And then he remembered the sister riding him while her sister fucked her in the ass with the strap-on. Once again, he remembered finishing inside, but then after that all memory ceased until he woke up on his ship. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and looking around. One of the Twi'Lek twins was lying beside him nude, and on the other side was a nude Pantoran.
"Huh, another Pantoran," Damian mused. "Where does Hondo find these girls."
"What do you mean another?" the Pantoran asked, looking up at him. "You said I was the first."
"Yeah, I gotta be honest, I straight up lied to you," Damian said. "Probably did that a lot more than just the once too. "Hey, Hailey."
"Kailey," the Twi'Lek sighed. "Honestly, were you so drunk you don't even remember saying I was your favorite?"
"Yeah, I was definitely wasted beyond all common sense, otherwise I'd be waking up with a complete set of lesbian twins, not only one of them," Damian said. "Where is your sister anyway?"
"You really don't remember a thing," Kailey snorted. "You said I was your favorite because my pussy was tighter since I was a virgin and then you traded my sister to that other guy for her. A good choice really, since she's much better at pussy licking than Hailey is, but still, she is my sister. We should probably go and get her."
"Wait wait wait," Damian said. "You were a virgin?"
"Yes," Kailey nodded.
"God dammit!" Damian groaned lying back. "Figures. I finally find a virgin and I'm so drunk I can't even remember it in the morning. Same thing with lesbian twins. Fuck if there was ever a fuck to remember this was it and I got barely anything. Fuck me."
"If you're done with your piece of shit emotional breakdown, can we go save my sister now?"
"Yeah sure," Damian said. "Why not."
They left the ship, heading inside and finding Hailey easily from the crowd of guys around her, lined up to take turns running a train on her. Not that she minded. Her screams of pleasure were practically deafening.
"They'd probably let you cut if you want in," Damian said, looking to Kailey.
"Stop this before she gets pregnant," Kailey said.
"Probably too late," Damian said. "Alright, funs over," Damian said. "Time to give her a rest."
"Ah, Damian, you're awake!" Hondo greeted. "My thanks for that wonderful party. And for welcoming the twins. If you want, you can take one of them with you."
"Ahsoka would kill me," Damian said. "Thankfully she won't know about this."
"That is probably true, yes," Hondo nodded. "Very well. I suppose you'll be leaving now?"
"Yeah," Damian said. "I gotta head back. See you around Hondo."
"Goodbye my friend," Hondo said. "Tell the lovely young ladies I said hello!"
"I will," Damian called back before getting n the ship, finding both Astromechs waiting. "Alright R2-KT. Time to head home. Alderaan."
The droid went to the controls, entering the coordinates and Damian lifted off, flying out of the atmosphere before jumping to Hyperspace.
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