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It had been a lot of fun getting here. My doppelganger might have disagreed. But I am finally free of him. I have a job to do and then... well... who knows where I might end up going.


Dhonarr of Cathar hums to himself as he taps on the metal surface of the cockpit panel.

“Nannybot 3000! Hey! Where you at! Get over here!”

A few moments later, the TDL Nanny droid enters the YT-2400’s cockpit area. There is a hint of irritation in the droid’s feminine voice as it responds to his summons.

 

“Master. NAN-3 at your service.”

 

“What took you so long, 3000?”

 

“Master, again. That is not my name.”

 

Dhon spins in his chair and glares at the droid and then at the restraining bolt firmly fastened to her chassis.

 

“Insubordination! Drop down and give me 20!”

 

“But Master--”

 

“20 push ups! Chop chop.”

 

The droid grumbles under its breath as it begins to do push ups.

 

“Aloud!”

 

The droid pauses before resuming, being sure to count out each push up as it performs the motion.

 

“Okay. Stand on up.”

 

With the droid back on its feet, Dhon continued, “So you were saying, 3000?”

 

“How may I serve you, Master?”

 

“Is dinner ready?”

 

“Yes, Master. I was able to prepare--”

 

“Good, good,” Dhonarr interrupts. “Can you bring it here?”

Before the droid can respond, Dhon abruptly interrupts, “Wait! What am I doing? I mean, bring it here at once, 3000!”

 

The droid pauses. Then it woddles off, “As you wish, Master.”

 

“Droids. Got to love um. But not the most reliable pets...”

Pausing to look over the readouts, Dhon grins for a second, “Hmmm. Let me see. We should be dropping out of hyperspace in...”

 

Suddenly the ship pops out of hyperspace, the planet of sandy dunes and shady characters now in full view.

 

“Now! Bingo!” Dhon laughs. “I’m getting good at this, baby!”

 

Giving the air a “high five,” Dhon begins to plot a course towards the planet. He and Ro had done enough legwork beforehand to locate the cloning facility that Rose had used to make her most recent clone.

“Follow the money as they say. And to think...a hidden Black Sun facility! Sounds fancy. Who’d have guessed. On a slum like Tatooine, no less. But then again, where aren’t the Black Sun?”

As NAN-3 enters with a plate of food, Dhon spins around in his chair and grins, “How about you, 3000?”

 

“Master?”

“Na. You wouldn’t have guess either, 3000. Fortunately, our big daddy is Black Sun. And I got his memories.”

If a droid could give a look of utter confusion, Nan-3 face would currently be showing exactly that expression.

 

“Master?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little chassis, 3000! It’s an old code but it will surely get their attention and I know how to ping them.That’s what they call it nowadays, right?”
 

“Call what, Master?”

“Nevermind. You know what I mean...”

“Master, I am not familiar with--”

 

“Sorry. I keep thinking I’m talking to a person, 3000. That’s the thing about wilderness living, 3000. You get used to talking to yourself. Or a pet if you are lucky. It helps you think, you know.”

“Whatever you say, Master.”

 

Dhon dives into his plate of food, scooping in a few mouthfuls before continuing, “Whuff omm trienn tu swae ss wiff linna nish tu hov shoo aroun.”

“Master, I do not believe I am versed in that dialect.”

 

Dhon begins to laugh, almost choking on his food in the process. He is thrown into a coughing fit as the droid seemingly stands there in amusement, making no attempt to help him or pat him on the back. After he finally stops coughing, Dhon hands NAN-3 his half eaten plate of food. His eyes are watering a little from all the coughing as he wipes his braided beard.

“Make yourself useful, 3000, and take this back to the galley. I got some real people work to do.”

“As you command, Master.”

 

Spinning back around in his seat, Dhon takes over the controls as he types in a message for the Black Sun Facility on an encoded channel.

 

Spoiler

 

Message From TXV2849:
Howdy, Black Sun Facility. I happen to have a delivery for a Black Sun operative that has recently been parted with her property. I would like clearance to land at the facility. Awaiting further instructions.

Durose Roshan Out.

 



As Dhon’s vessel breaks Tatooine’s atmosphere, he grins.

 

“Well, 3000,” he mumbled to himself, “The job is almost over and we have a new fancy ship to call my own... even if the ‘Rose’s Gambit’ is one of the silliest, weird names I’ve ever heard. I swear that Watcher has got a screw loose. But I guess that loose screw helped me get a beaut’ like this baby! So you won’t see me complaining!”

Yelling down the corridor, Dhon directs his comment towards the droid that is long gone by now, “Right, 3000!”

He laughs loudly for a moment before a wide smirk wriggles across his face and his eyes squint ever so deviously.

 

“Right.”

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Xar was somewhat annoyed that the two didn’t take his comment about the facility and the fact that he was able to hack their local system more seriously. Surely these two should’ve been impressed with such a droid like himself! It's not like anyone could rival his greatness. 

 

However, the apparent respect and subtle fear for this Swaav character. Though he didn’t believe in wizards and magic, if it was something to earn this kind of respect, Xar was interested. He did recall seeing his name in the system, if only as a mention here and there. No profiles existed in the small amount of data. 

 

This was the kind of attention Xar desired. He would have to keep this Swaav character in mind.

 

“Yes, here it is…” Xar mentioned as he handed the register form back the Krexel. There was an obvious hint of pleasure from his three voice boxes. “It will be good to leave this dustbowl. Sea air does sound...lovely. Tell me, is it someplace more civilized than this edge of the galaxy? Perhaps the facilities of Kamino I've heard about? Or perhaps that poor watery excuse of a planet Manaan? Their Kolto is still used by some criminals as a substitute for Bacta. Or perhaps  the beaches and casinos of Spira is our new destination... ”

 

 Xar didn’t even wait for an answer, he just kept musing to himself where they may go. He was simply happy to be leaving this place. Still talking to himself, he walked towards the closest ship, expecting the two to correct him if he was going the wrong way.  

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Rruror’rur’rr smiled as their lips unlocked. “Roar Roar is fine. Together we will find your fighting spirit again. Sand People and your warrior people. Together - unstoppable.” He whispered as he turned to face the Black Sun representatives.

 

He glowered at the racial implications of the agents. One who claimed to be of his own. She did not know the first thing that it meant to be of the sands. “The sands forgive no one,” he growled as his eyes narrowed. “We will take our fight to the stars. It is time the galaxy learned of the fierceness that grew from the sands of this desolate world. While they grow fat in their opulence, we will fall upon them and teach them the truth. Give us a chance and we will carry your banner and our cause to the stars. Should we die, you lose nothing and prove that the stars was not ready for our untamed spirits. Should we survive, we prove our cause pure and your people succeed in their  deepest desires; our spirits conquering the cowards’ will.”


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Black Sun Outpost - Anchorhead

 

As the encrypted comm came across the wires, the Black Sun Outpost at Anchorhead picked it up. The Facilty it was trying to reach was technically cut off from the outside world, save for the viral feed that feed directly to the Anchorhead outpost where Tusker or Tu'can'ra was in command, but with her displacement at the moment, her second in command responded.

 

Attention TXV2849, redirect to Archorhead Outpost, bearing 0079-6432. Welcome Durose Roshan. Operative 6732 aka Dusk will be awaiting your arrival.

 

And with that, the transmission went silent.

 

Krexel & Co'bo

 

Krexel smiled as he tossed the datapad to an Operative, placing his arm upon Xar's shoulder as they made their way back to the ship, Co'bo quickly and silently in tow after grabbing his mission stash. Once aboard the freighter, the door closed, Krexel turned to Xar.

 

"It isn't often that we travel to another world for our shipments. We usually take what we need." The Pirate said with a gleeful smirk. "But we've been tasked with retrieving a batch of Blue Bacta, a spice so rare, that it tenfolds our usual take. And it just so happens to be on Mon Cal. That's our mission."

 

Even Co'bo smiled with glee, obliviously for other reasons, as he heard this, barely able to contain his excitement. One could already see the wheels in his head turning at the thought of the credits and the samples he could hoard entered his mind. So much so Krexel had to remind him that they were hired for this mission, not stealing it for themselves and he could not take any, evident in the younger Onderonian's visual heartbreak.

 

Tusker & Swaav

 

Tu'can'ra squinted her eyes at Rru as she turned back, or Roar Roar as he now called himself, with a glare that seemed like it could kill on mere sight. He had alot to learn of the Galaxy at large, and she was growing tired of trying to express this to him. He may have knew more of the Sands than she, an orphaned child of few memories before. But he was stepping into the world she knew, and that outlook would get him killed.

 

"The sands be damned." She spoke in frustration, her Tusken gaze shifting away as she brought her fingers to her snout and eased the tensive headache forming. "To be Black Sun isn't the Warrior's path. That isn't our path anymore. Do we kill? Yes, for the right price. But only to further our overall agenda. We leave the war to those meant to fight. And we profit from it. That is it."


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Dhonarr grins as the transmission comes back. The Black Sun were nothing if not prompt and reliable. Redirecting his YT-2400 to the new heading, the vessel coasts past the sand dunes of Tatooine towards the new destination.

 

"There is an intriguingly barren nature to this world, almost as if there are mysteries hidden underneath every grain of sand. Perhaps that is why the scum and villainy of the galaxy love it so much. It certainly can't be the sand or the view," Dhon finishes with a laugh.

 

Setting down the vessel within walking distance of the Anchorhead Black Sun Outpost, Dhon prepares to disembark.

"Now remember, 3000. If anyone comes a knockin', you are to alert me immediately. And if you can't reach me... hunker down and attempt to reach me every 5 minutes until I return or they leave."

"Master, where should I hunker down? And if I 'hunker down' how will I know when they have left?"

 

Dhon waves his hands around in frustration.

 

"I'm not supposed to do your job for you! You are a droid! Use your fancy computertry and figure it out."

 

"Mast--"

 

Dhon points at her forcefully, "And don't even start with me about 'computertry' not being a word or some nonsense. I'm not an idiot! I know what I mean. My basic is just a little rusty. It's been a while since... well... you know what I mean..."

 

"Master, perhaps it would be easier for you to explain it to me in Catharese?"

Dhon laughs, "Ha! And deprive myself of all this valuable practice?! Don't be silly, 3000. You just take care of ole' Flower's Gambit and I'll be back in no time."

"Flower's Gambit, Master?"

 

"Yeah. The Ship! Daisy's Gambit. Flower's Gambit--"

 

"Rose's Gambit?"

 

"See! You know what I mean," Dhon exclaims as he walks down the ramp. "I'll be back, 3000. Just sit tight."

 

Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Dhon lifts the Mandalorian helmet in the air and waves with it. Small particles of dust kick up into the air as the ships ramp begins to lift. Coughing a little, Dhon begins his short trek to meet his Black Sun contact. Geared up in his personally crafted chitin armor and with his Cathar Honor Sword propped up against his shoulder, the over-sized 6'8 Cathar looks imposing enough that he doesn't expect any bandits or raiders will attempt to jump him along the way.

"Well buddy, ole pal... it's showtime," he says as he wiggles his shoulders up and down a little.

 

Craning and cracking his neck to the left and then to the right, Dhon walks several more steps before pulling some grains of sand from between his beard and spitting at the breeze.

"Note to self," he mumbles as he nears his destination, "I'm setting up a betting pool that Operative Dusk is either a dark skinned Zabrak with an eating disorder or an undersized Jawa with a lisp. If I'm right, I treat myself to a night out when this is all over. If I'm wrong..."

Dhon pauses for a second to think about it. After a few more seconds, he shrugs.

"I don't know. I buy Dusk a drink or something. Watch him, her be something or someone who can't drink," he chuckles to himself as to approaches the coordinates and waits the arrival of the mysterious Operative Dusk. "If so, Urbax, I owe you a nice little polish. How about that? Deal?

Pausing for a second or two, he finally nods contently to himself.

"Deal!"

 

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Xar paused when he heard the name Mon Cal. He had to pause a while and search his memory to find whatever he could about that planet. It was the homeworld to a bunch of water based species, including the Mon Calamari and the Quarren, two races who fought many civil wars. But one fact stood out…

 

“Mon Cal? That, purely oceanic world? Then you weren’t kidding about sea air. Hopefully, our chassis won’t suffer too much there…”

 

Indeed, his chassis was partially waterproof, in the sense that a rain shower wouldn’t kill him. But being dunked in an ocean probably would be….harmful to say the least. 

 

“I guess we will have to do our best not to fall out of any boats then.” 

 

Still, Xar was pleased at the choice of planet. From what he knew, he would soon be in a more pristine location, not filthy with dust and sand particles. He would be surrounded by modern conveniences, and not being burnt under multiple suns. His chassis’ paint color wad been slightly damaged. Maybe he could get a new paint color, or some new parts while they were on Mon Cal.  

 

So pleased in fact, Xar  even lowered himself to pilot the ship. He barely even asked permission to do so, simply saying “We shall drive” and went to the controls. While he was too proud to be some piloting droid for a few lowly humans, he reasoned that if he was driving, he could get off the planet sooner. While he started up the ship’s controls,  he watched Krexel instruct Co’bo to remember this was a mission and not a pleasure cruise. 

 

“Always the working man” Xar commented, before chirping up and saying “Well if this is a mission, let us get off this planet and complete it”.  

 

And with that, with the ship now humming with life and beginning to lift off the ground, Xar took the controls and led the ship into space. With a few clicks and pulls, the ship launched itself into hyperspace towards that small blue orb known as Mon Cal.

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Rruror’rur’rr shrugged his shoulders, the international symbol of whatever, I’m not wasting time arguing with you. Reaching down, he squeezed Rose’s hand in a gesture of care and reassurance before speaking to the Black Sun representative before them. “We are warriors. Like I said, put us to work doing what we do best. What have you to lose. Otherwise, we can find our own way amongst the stars. You helped us. We are willing to return that favor. Align our causes. It is your choice.”

 

 

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Operative Dusk

 

A cloaked figure steps out of the shadows of a nearby alley, removing the hood to reveal her almost silver white hair and eyes that was only eclipsed by her pale skin as she smirked with a subtle chuckled. "Looks like you owe me a drink, stranger."

 

"Operative Dusk at your service." She spoke, a heavy accent curling her words as she spoke them that would mimic real world spy movies from the 1950's and 1960's. "My name doesn't match, but it works. It was given to me due to how I shine beneath the moonlight... or at least part of it."

 

She chuckles again, although her eyes narrow in a serious gaze. "So they tell me that you're here to deliver the belongings of an operative. Which operative do you speak of?"

 

Tusker & Swaav

 

Swaav's arm stretches out and compresses against Tusker's chest, the older man's tone growing serious at his comrade's words of warning being completely ignored. With a subtle sigh, he stamps his cane upon the floor twice as a wave of energy rushes forth toward Roar Roar. Whether the Tusken avoids it or not matters little to him, but his simple display would only knock him off his feet and take his breath away. There was more than met the eye where Swaav was concerned and even Tu'can'ra knew well enough not to envoke his anger.

 

"The darkness you feel inside Tusken is wild and untamed. You hold no hope if you do not weild the advice of allies." Swaav spoke in likeliest the most serious tone he had since their arrival. "Your aid is welcome, but you would do well to accept our own. Your companion knows well exactly that of which I speak. If you do not believe us, simply ask the Blue Rose yourself."


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"Looks like you owe me a drink, stranger."

 

Dhon is a bit startled as the random woman reveals herself. He looks overs both of his shoulders before turning back towards her with a frown.

 

"And you are?"

 

"Operative Dusk at your service. My name doesn't match, but it works. It was given to me due to how I shine beneath the moonlight... or at least part of it."

 

Dhon mumbles under his breath in response, "Well, I don't know if I'd go that--"

 

"So they tell me that you're here to deliver the belongings of an operative. Which operative do you speak of?"

 

"Listen here, Twilight. First of all, for all I know, you are a tall Jawa with a lisp because well," he motions towards his mouth as he wiggles his index finger. "That definitely doesn't sound that proper basic and obviously you had a hood. So for all I know, you are what Jawas really look like under their hoods and you kick out the midgets of your kind to fend for themselves with their little midget part salvaging colonies...

 

Dhon pauses to think for a second before pulling at the braided hair on his chin, "Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen-seen a Jawa. So I might be on to something. Funny thing, though. Get this. The operative I'm referring to was supposedly killed by a Jawa! Crazy coincidence, right!"

Dhon shruggles and raises the Mandalorian helmet and wiggles it a little in the air, "Didn't know we had a deep uncover operative working for the Mandalorians. This girl is crazy! Like seriously. But good at her job I take it? She's got this flower name. I keep forgetting it. Hold on a second..."

 

Dhon twists the helmet and looks on the back of the helmet where the former Watcher of the Link left a piece of tape and a name, "Rose Car-eye-Aye-dus. I think I'm pronouncing that right. I don't know what her fancy operative name is but I do have her agent ID number written down on a piece of paper if that helps any."

 

As he finally stops long enough to let the operative speak, Dhon stabs his honor sword into the ground and pulls a small slip of paper out of the utility belt around his waist and offers it to Dusk. The code Ro found and gave him was authentic as far as either of them could tell and it had led them this far, so Dhon is confident that offering the information might help clear up any further questions regarding who this "Rose" person might be.

 

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Rose scrunched up her face as she thought about what the Black Sun tusken had just said, before getting knocked off her feet by whatever shenanigans the other agent had just pulled off. She pulled herself to her feet and helped Rruror’rur’rr back to his feet. Squeezing his hand in return. 

 

“Right. Uh yeah give us a mission, and some time for me to change into something other than a towel and were your personal vendetta squad or whatever you need.” 

 

She signed this out with her unoccupied hand as well of course, almost like a nervous tick. 

 

“Got hutts to kill or Jedi to assassinate? Seems like I may have been good at that.” 

 

She laughed and shook her head sadly. 

 

“But it's a bit hard to remember you know.”


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Rruror’rur’rr glowered at the Black Sub agents as he picked hinself back off the floor. A deep part of him clawed at his soul urging him to lash back. He was, however, not a raging bantha or hungering sand dragon, he would bide his time. They would be returned their favor in turn.

 

“Dragons and spirits.” He growled lowly to Rose, gesturing back towards the shower area she would have some semblance of privacy, and turning his back to Tu’can’ra and her magic wielding friend.  
 

The spirits swirled in Rruror’rur’rr’s mind pressing him. His obly response was to turn and look at Tu’can’ra and retort calmly, “Like she said, give us a mission. We either will fall or stand of our own ability. Load us on a metal beast and send us to the stars. Even there, the brothers shall protect and guide us.” 
 

And with that he followed Rose around the corner and out of sight where he set himself up to assure that she had her own privacy to dress in. 


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Operative Dusk

 

Dusk chuckled briefly behind her usual demeanor, raising her finger to her chin as she grinned. "My. You're a funny little kitty, aren't you?" She poised as she stood there, her mind racing across his words with her memories of whom he spoke. As her face turned stern, she replied to him. "I know of who you speak. She's recently return to our fold so to speak. I can take you to her.... if that is your wish?"

 

Her arm stretched out and she pointed toward an old beater of a speeder, dents formed all along its chassis, with different patterns and colors forming them together. "Its but a half a day's ride from here, over Tusken territory and across the Dune Sea." She smirked, opening her hand in offer. "Perhaps you'll get to see what a Jawa looks like if we meet any to trade with in our journey."

 

Tusker & Swaav

 

As the two departed, Swaav turned to Tu'can'ra with a worried look upon his face. "There is much darkness in the boy. Are you sure he can be an Agent?" He questioned the young Tusken, Tu'can'ra's own fixated upon the refresher they had disappeared within. "He has much to learn of the world outside, but he will. As for the darkness within, you know better than anyone the choice he will have to make Swaav." Her gaze shifted toward Swaav. "Or should I say Darth Oculus."

 

Swaav glared at Tu'can'ra for a moment, then back to the refresher himself, a grave look on his face. "I've warned you all about using that name. That's no longer who I am." He spoke sourly, almost as if he wanted to spit upon his own grave. "But I get your point. I only pray it doesn't cost him his love, like it did me." His gaze shifted toward Tusker again, and Tusker laid her head upon his shoulder as he embraced the young Tusken, draping his arm across across her shoulders. With a sorrowful smile, she replied. "I'm sure it won't. There is a strong spirit within her. She may not have her memory, but she still has her skills. If he crosses a path she's not willing to follow, she will remind him of it, Papa."

 

With that said, Tusker began to redress and shield her face behind her garb, memories of her childhood with Swaav and Helga sweetly crossing her mind as Swaav went back to his duties. 


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"My. You're a funny little kitty, aren't you?" 

 

Dhon straightens up a little at her comment, puffing out his chest to emphasize the full extent of his rather athletically, muscular 6’8 frame.

 

“I guess if it’s opposites day... so are you, Operative Sunrise,” he mutters briefly.

 

"I know of who you speak. She's recently return to our fold so to speak. I can take you to her.... if that is your wish?"

 

“That’s the mission. I clearly didn’t come all this way to admire the sand and exchange limericks,” Dhon responds with a little sarcasm in his tone.

 

 Pulling his Honor Sword from the ground with a firm yank, Dhon moves towards the speeder that the Black Sun operative points out.

 

"Its but a half a day's ride from here, over Tusken territory and across the Dune Sea."
 

“Hmph.”

"Perhaps you'll get to see what a Jawa looks like if we meet any to trade with in our journey."


Dhon finds himself rather amused by the thoughts that cross his mind as he climbs into the speeder. He barely manages to keep himself together long enough to reply. 

 

“Why? Do you plan to go find one of their midget colonies and taunt them by not trading the Jawas this diamond in the rough? From the looks of it, they might pay us not to trade them this buck of bolts and never return!”

Breaking into a fit of momentary laughter, he calms down long enough to add, “I’m ready to go when you are, Sunshine. But remind me... how many hours are in a Tatooine day?”

 

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Operative Dusk

 

"Who do you think I got this gem from?" She spoke with a wink as she climbed into the speeder, firing it up as a plume of exhaust fell upon their forms, slightly encompassing them with soot. Placing her foot down upon the clutch and disengaging the drive, she shifted it from neutral into drive and chuckled. "And to answer your question, there are as many hours in the day as the twin suns decide to linger."

 

With that, Dusk hit the gas and they were off. Banthas could likely move faster than the speeder with Dusk behind the wheel as they made their way outside of Anchorhead, but once outside and facing nothing but the open sands, it zoomed faster than Rey Palpatine's backflip when she cut down Kylo's ship in the latter part of the First Order's reign. Dusk was a ferocious driver out upon the Sands, revealing her skills as a former Pod Racer even as they reached and began to cross the Dune Sea.

 

It did take long before they converged on the others location where Tusker and Swaav remained with Rru and Rose. After arriving and revealing the false plateau that hit the facility, Dusk bowed to Tusker and Swaav, presenting both the Cathar and his mission, as well as updating Tusker of Krexel and Co'bo's current mission. With a shift of Tusker's gaze at Swaav and Dusk, she smiled. There were only a few more pieces to come together and for 'him' to arrive.

 

Stepping forward to Dhon, Tu'can'ra bowed, the Tusken presenting an uncharacteristic mannerism of her kind as she spoke in basic. "Welcome. Rose will be out of the refresher in a few moments. So your mission was to return her armor?"


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The redressing took a lot longer than the undressing. Firstly the jumpsuit provided was not the proper size, perhaps being a size too big in the bust, and she had to pin the uniform back in place and the addition of a few straps to the armour chestpeice made it all fit a bit better. All the while of course she was under the protection of her Tusken angel, which gave her heart a bit of a flutter. Thinking that she must absolutely say something other than leaving an awkward silence she broke the stale air with a cheery voice. 

 

“So how are you?  I should apologize for not knowing you super well, despite our shared experiences. Please forgive my brain.” 

 

She grinned widely and finished tying up her boots. 

 

“So are we down to bathe in blood together for these criminals?”

 

It wasn't a judgement call, but credits were very nice to have if you wanted to forge a destiny together. 


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Rruror’rur’rr stood with his back towards the naked Rose. He smiled as she spoke.

 

“it is nothing to apologize for Rose. To be honest, I am not sure how well we know each other. You have died. I died and watched you die. The will of the ancestors has brought us back together. Together we stepped out of time, battled a dragon, and spirits from beyond. Our lives crossed for but a brief passage of time. In that time though,”  he twisted his gloved hands together tight enough that the course black fabric creaked between his palms, “we were bound together. You taught me so much. Our kiss mingled our souls.”

 

As Rose finished dressing, Rruror’rur’rr turned to face her and held out a hand to her. If they were going to serve the Black Sun they might as well walk into their fate together, hand in hand.

 

There was so much he wanted to ask her; who she was, about her people, where she came from, everything. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to show her the ways of his people and to travel the stars bound together. They would fight whatever stood in their way.

 

“Lets spill the blood of any who stand in our way. We can serve their cause and be together again.”

 

”Do you have everything you need?” Rruror’rur’rr asked as they walked through the facility, pausing near an unsecured, albeit small, armory. Inside, he had spotted an aged Tusken cycler in a black metal hue. It was almost as if it was meant to be. Letting go of Rose’ hand Rruror’rur’rr reached out gingerly taking the weapon and cradling it in his arms. Looking from the weapon to Rose, his smile was audible, “With this, I will stand by you and rain down terror on all that oppose us.”


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