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Jaig Eyes (Ch 87)

Jaig Eyes (87/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Seven: Boba

“Relax,” I hummed to Boba, who sat beside me in the cockpit. “They won’t give us any trouble.” He still shifted anxiously, watching the comms as he waited for my clearance codes to go through.

If anything, I was feeling the opposite of him. I was relieved to finally be getting him and Bossk off Coruscant. The Jedi Council had been watching me even closer since news of Boba’s escape circulated. They came to me first, after all.

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“We will be searching the premises,” Windu announced, arms folded across his chest and expression sour.

“Will you, now?” I responded with snark, mimicking his stance. “That’s hardly respectful of my contract with the Republic. What’s this about?” I fully knew what this was about and he was aware of that.

“Don’t act stupid. Boba Fett escaped from the Coruscant prison last night. It’s most likely he came here, looking for you.”

I laughed at him, Anakin’s expression dark over his shoulder. I could tell it wasn’t at me, though. “The last time I saw Boba, he had me kidnapped and tortured. The only reason he’d come here is to kill me, and I’d shoot him dead first.” Anakin seemed surprised at my words before Windu spoke again.

“I remember how you parted ways, Miss Fett,” Windu said evenly, but I could feel his frustration. “He would seek you for assistance.”

“You’re very sure,” I teased, leaning against the polished bartop.

“I encourage you to step aside.”

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KIDa sind diese Gedanken. 24/7. Du musst abnehmen! Du bist fett! Du bist faul! Du bist verfressen! Du bist so hässlich und dumm und scheiße, das fett schwabbelt so richtig. Überall. Ich will deine Knochen sehen! Iss das nicht, zu viele kcal! Wieso hast du das gegessen?? Geh kotzen, vorher brauchst du garnichts anderes tun! Mach Sport! Beweg dich doch einfach, anstatt faul im Bett rumzuliegen! ABER NEIN. Du dummes Ding, frisst, stopfst alles in dich rein, liegst nur rum und tust nichts. Und dann fragst du dich wieso du so assiehst? Warum du so fett bist? Weshalb du nichts abnimmst? Da hast dus du undiszipliniertes Stück. Tu endlich was!! Wieso schaffst dus nicht endlich mal...?!

Immer diese scheiß Gedanken in meinem Kopf, wieso tu ich nicht endlich was? Ich weiß es nicht.... Hoffen, essen, kotzen, essen, bereuen... Ich will endluch dünn sein. Ich will aufhören zu essen. Ich muss es endlich schaffen.

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monsterinthebattletram · 5 years

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Oc Stuff

Okay so for those who follow me and know my ocs, I’ve been trying to find the right accents and voices for them for awhile now.

The one problem is that they’re all drawn from a Norse background and the accents I think of don’t fit that. I know it’s my story and I can imagine what I want but it just gets me thinking.

I imagine Alfvaldr with a Spanish accent, something similar to Diego Luna or Antonio Banderas (actually I see either one being his actual voice!)

For Eressil and Kida I see them with an accent like Rachel House. (Maybe House would be Eressil’s voice)

Sitka is a bit more difficult but maybe an accent like Temuera Morrison.

Alaka’i on the other hand would have a lighter accent since Elvish and English would be his first languages. But his English would still be a tiny bit heavy since he doesn’t speak it as often as his native language. So his accent would sound like Daniel Logan (Boba Fett)

Basically all but Alfvaldr would have a Pacific Islander accent and all of them but Alaka’i would have a heavy accent when speaking English since it’s not their first language.

#my ocs

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ryder-s-block · 2 years

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 86)

Jaig Eyes (86/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Six: Vod

When the elevator doors hissed closed behind the escaped inmates, I let out a long, hissing breath. I could swear my skin was steaming, I was so angry.

“What did he say?” Rex asked gently beside me. My private elevator from the back rooms was small, making more than three people pretty uncomfortable. And with a Trandoshan…I elected to send Bossk and Boba up ahead of us. Besides, I needed a moment to collect myself.

And we had a facade to keep up.

I turned and began leading Rex back down the hall toward the staff door. “He was speaking Huttese wasn’t he? I know Jango spoke it.”

“Yeah,” I replied gruffly.

Rex stopped me before I went through the door, turning me to look at him. “Hey, are you okay? I’m not going to turn him in.” Admittedly, the concern had crossed my mind, but I had assured myself I’d convince him to keep quiet. I guess I didn’t have to, and I was actually surprised. He must have read it on my face, giving me a small smile. “I’m not thrilled, but I’m not about to turn in your only family.” He shrugged, his grin turning teasing in nature. “You’d never forgive me.”

“You’re right,” I teased back, relaxing in his hold. He felt it, his hands dropping to rest on my waist.

“Do you want me to leave? It’s okay if you want to be alone with him.”

I scoffed. “Alone with him and Bossk, you mean. No,” I leaned up, kissing him softly on the cheek. “I’d like for you to stay. If you’re willing to put up with Boba being a jagyc to you, that is.”

“He really doesn’t like clones, huh?” Rex asked with a quirked brow.

I pulled from his grasp, pushing open the door as I muttered, “Yeah, something like that.” He doesn’t like you, in particular. I wanted to tell him, but I was strangely embarrassed. Was it my brother’s behavior? It certainly wasn’t that I was with Rex.

Right?

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 89)

Jaig Eyes (89/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Nine: Dee’ja Peak

The mist from the waterfall billowed into giant clouds, reaching as far up as the balcony on which Rex and I sat. The wind was gentle and warm, making the light dance across the long grass below us. I sipped at my caf, watching Rex’s fingers tap nervously against his own cup. I smiled gently at him, admiring the way the morning light cast across his sharp features.

“You’re allowed to relax, you know,” I teased, laughing against the warm brim of my mug. His golden eyes flickered to me briefly before casting back out over the vast mountains and crashing waterfall. I sighed through my nose lightly and set down my mug. “What’s bothering you?” I leaned forward to touch his arm,

His fingers stilled, a slow breath escaping his chest, but he still didn’t look at me. Instead, his gaze cut nervously back towards the streets off to our side. They were hardly full, considering the small size of the town, but I understood what he meant immediately.

“This place is discreet,” I promised gently. “And it’s remote. They’ve probably never even seen a clone without his helmet. And they get a lot of people passing through looking for some quiet time away from prying eyes.” Rex finally turned to me, but it was only to give me a frown. I returned it. “Fine, maybe not a lot, but the people who do come through, are safe. I swear it. Ori’haat.”

“The woman here seemed to know you,” he said finally, nodding his head towards the small shop we were dining in. His voice was deep, still groggy with sleep, making me smile again. We’d arrived at Dee’ja Peak the night before, but had done nothing but eat and go to bed on my shuttle. Rex had been far too anxious to go out and explore as I’d encouraged, though he’d blamed it on being tired and wanting to get some extra rest on this ‘vacation.’ I’d let it slide, but it wasn’t going to work today. I’d gotten him up and immediately forced him to breakfast at the small restaurant in town.

“She did,” I admitted, forcing myself back to the conversation. “I’ve been to Dee’ja Peak before, remember? And it’s not like it’s big.”

Rex nodded, looking out over the waterfall again. “I’ll admit, I couldn’t believe your memory was a real place,” he said, recalling our shared dream on Kadavo.

I smirked, muttering into my mug, “You should see the lake country.”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 88)

Jaig Eyes (88/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Eight: Return to Naboo

Despite my detour, I’d still left enough in advance that I arrived in Theed prior to the Chancellor. I landed my craft in a designated hangar. When I left, earning a mix of weird and awe-filled looks, I was hit with how weird it was that I was a recognized member of the GAR and ally to the Jedi. In reality, Boba had been very accepting of my chosen alignments.

Jango may have killed me.

When I entered the courtyard before the royal palace, I saw a group huddled in wait already. There was a lot of security, many eyes turning to me long before I approached them. Their excessive presence made sense when I saw the Queen of Naboo standing beside Senator Amidala. The governor and Senator Organa were there as well.

I stepped past the few huddled groups of Naboo natives, their eyes following me, before greeting the senators past the guards. When I was greeted back, the security stepped aside, eyeing the weapons at my hips. I bowed to the Queen, knowing the customs from Padme’s tutoring, before the senator swept me into a brief hug. I could tell she had wanted to give me a real embrace, but had to keep up a face in the public eye.

Being a politician sounded horrible.

“Thank you for joining the security for this event,” the Queen started graciously with a soft smile. “Have you ever been able to see the Festival of Light?” She was small, making me realize how young she was. Naboo had a custom of electing young girls to be Queen, believing children had yet to be corrupted by power and greed.

Honestly, I didn’t think they were wrong. But also a child probably shouldn't run a planet. Right?

I couldn’t really talk, considering I was standing before two women who either had been, or currently were, successfully running a whole planet as a child.

Padme nudged me and I realized I hadn’t responded to the Queen. “Sorry,” I grunted, clearing my throat rather awkwardly. “I’ve seen it, yes.” I glanced at Padme. “Probably around when you were the queen, actually. It’s very beautiful, and I’m sad to say I will be missing it. Unfortunately, Your Majesty, my presence here is merely to pick up what’s needed for my own part in this mission, away from Theed.”

Padme’s brow lifted knowingly – she’d played a part in this, too. I shifted, a little uncomfortable under her gaze, but thankfully the governor saved me.

“It’s a pity,” he said, his voice cheery despite his words. “I’ve heard stories of your heroics, Miss Fett.” I winced slightly at the moniker. “I’d hoped to see if you lived up to the tales.”

I forced a practiced laugh. “What’s the point in being mysterious and having stories told about me if I just go around proving how good I am all the time?”

“So you’re saying you are as good as they say?”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 83)

Jaig Eyes (83/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Three: The Funeral

It was rare that outsiders were let into the Jedi Temple. Those that worked in it went through vigorous venting and background checks to even gain access. One of the times there were exceptions, though….were funerals.

It was rare that a Jedi was close with someone outside the Temple. Enough for them to come to their funeral, at least. But in these weird times where the Jedi dipped their toes in politics and war alike, they had a wider variety of people they would call friends.

Even the Duchess of Mandalore had made the trip for the event. She, along with Senator Amidala, were clad in black dresses. Satine had tears streaming down her face, her hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her cries. I stood on Padme’s other side, my eyes on the covered form of Obi-wan. There were Jedi all around us, their hoods pulled up to cast shadows over their features. Ahsoka and Plo-Koon were beside me, the padawan’s troubled spirit tapping at my thoughts. It was hard to focus on anything with Anakin’s darkness, though.

He was standing at Obi-wan’s feet, his stare unfaltering and brewing with anger and sorrow. Ahsoka was staring at him, but I couldn’t bring myself to look again. When I had, I was smacked in the face with visions of his mother’s death. Of Qui-Gon’s funeral. Of Obi-wan falling from a rooftop, chest steaming from the blaster shot.

I couldn’t bear to see it again.

Still, it all felt wrong. Obi-wan’s body was beneath a cloth before us, surrounded by senators and jedi who loved him. He was gone, yet something felt off in the Force. Of course, it was hard to feel anything but Anakin right now, his Force signature was so potent and dark. And I knew it was hard to feel things on Coruscant, seeing as there are so many people and the war and the endless conflict is blurring everything. But still….why hadn’t I felt Obi-wan pass?

Maybe it was cocky to think that I would have the ability to feel that at all.

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 82)

Jaig Eyes (82/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Two: The Workshop

I took a long, shaky drink when I finished my story, my hand trembling visibly. Rex saw it, but was silent. He was thinking, his eyes on me, but distant at the same time. He stared at me for a long moment longer, my fingers digging at the sides of my glass.

Finally, the captain’s golden gaze refocused on me and he shrugged. “Wer’cuy,” he said with a shake of his head.

“I can’t forget it, Rex. Any of it. The warden. The things he did.” I looked away, tears brimming in my eyes. Damned alcohol. “The things I did,” I added in a sad whisper before looking back at the soldier, speaking louder now. “Any of it.”

His gaze softened, his skin wrinkling as he grinned, the lines made darker by the stubble of hair appearing on his jaw. “I’m not asking you to,” Rex assured me gently. “I’m asking you not to think I’d be angry knowing those things.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing my cheek softly. “You didn’t deserve any of this, Kida. None of what happened to you or your friends was your fault.” He brushed the tear from below my eye before leaning back and taking a drink. He shrugged at me with a small smirk. “Arguss got what he deserved. I knew what I was doing when I left him to your mercy.”

My brow lifted. I’d known Rex had a darker side, but I hadn’t realized he would be so accepting of the things I’d done. Accepting of the fact that my past had caused a darkness in me so deep, that when I fell in, it was hard to get out.

“I’m sorry I called you ‘people.’ “ I sighed slowly. “It was wrong of me to group you into the other people in my life.”

Rex nodded with a gentle smile. “And I’m sorry if I overshared with my brothers. I need to talk to someone though. I know you must talk to someone.”

I thought for a moment about how I internalized basically everything. But then I also thought about my growing friendship with Padme. Ahsoka even seemed to have more knowledge than she let on. Even Fives was like a brother to me. Maybe I wouldn’t talk about my relationship with his captain with him….but maybe Rex should.

“You’re right. You should have an outlet. But could you keep our problems between you and maybe….one? Two, maybe?”

Rex smirked at me but nodded. “I suppose it’s already a risk that the boys know about us.”

“How many of them do?” I asked, brow raised.

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 85)

Jaig Eyes (85/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-Five: The Jedi’s Deception

“I am Moralo Eval, and I have great influence here.” So that’s what the psychopath sounds like. The Force trembled as I struggled to keep my concentration, begging it to show me what I needed to see.

“It’ll cost you. Double my rate.” I knew that voice anywhere, the speech measured, the sound rusted and low. Cad Bane. There were disgruntled discussions, muffled through the confusion of the Force. Or was it the confusion of my connection to the Force? “Make that triple my rate.”

I felt something shift. Time felt…wrong. Like I was drifting within it randomly, rather than along it linearly. “You don’t even remember me? That’s very insulting.” The voice drew my attention immediately, the snark in the words all too familiar, despite the years apart. We’d both changed a lot, but the sass in Boba’s speech was never going to leave him. I hadn’t seen Boba in a long time. Since he was imprisoned, I’d only seen him sparingly. Between being off world and the difficulty to even gain access, it was practically impossible. Padme and Anakin had both pulled some strings for me a few times, allowing me to see my little vod.

Eventually, though, Boba and I agreed to stop my visits. It pained me, and I’d felt the sorrow within him when he brought it up, but he was right. Despite doing what we could to keep my visits quiet, secrets didn’t last long in a prison. And my affiliation with both the Republic and the Fett family already put eyes on Boba. Especially after the mess with Aurra Sing. I would only make things harder and more dangerous for him.

There was another voice I didn’t recognize from somewhere in the inky darkness, drawing my attention. “Kill him, Hardeen, like the Jedi!” I assumed it was a fellow inmate, and by the echoing sound of clattering dishes, it sounded like the mess hall. I felt my anger rise, making my connection to the Force waver and flux.

I cooled my emotions with a deep breath. I was a spectator right now and I couldn’t even be sure when these events had happened, or if they were still to come. Either way, there was nothing I could do for someone in the prison. I had to trust in Boba’s ability…and on the word of someone who didn’t particularly like me.

“You got a problem with Boba,” I heard a menacing hissing voice sound, my nerves calming even further. “You got a problem with me.” A murderer and a sadist, but Bossk true to his word; he was protecting my family.

I could hear a beeping, reminding me of a communicator. I focused on it, trying to strain to hear when it was picked up. But it just kept beeping. Was this what I was meant to hear? Was someone in trouble and unable to pick up?

I listened to beeping for a moment longer before sighing, rubbing my hands against my eyes and relaxing my posture. Strangely, the beeping didn’t stop despite releasing my meditative state. My eyes snapped open in a mix of confusion and worry, convinced my real communicator was beeping and I’d been too stuck in my thoughts. But I didn’t see my office. Instead, I was in a large communications room, the designs of the floor making me wonder if I was seeing the Jedi Temple.

My suspicion was confirmed almost immediately as a door hissed behind me, my head whipping around in shock. Masters Yoda and Windu strode through, their eyes forward and slightly above my head. I sat, my mouth agape with my legs folded beneath me on the floor.

I’d been trying to meditate to sort my thoughts and stop my worrying…did I just transfer myself to the Temple? I hadn’t noticed any feeling of my environment changing. Was that even possible? Turns out it wasn’t, a surprised squeak leaving my lungs as the two Jedi walked directly through me like a cloud. It was a weird feeling, considering I didn’t feel anything on my skin…but my mind felt the pressure and the weird essence of transparency. It made the hair raise on the back of my neck.

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 84)

Jaig Eyes (84/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter 84: A Calming Cup of Tea

Embo stayed the night in one of the spare rooms in the back of my club. They were meant for my workers to stay in, but they weren’t always actually occupied. Workers came and went, after all.

After fueling up his ship and giving him some supplies for the road, the bounty hunter was gone. I was sad to see him go, but I’d especially miss Marrok. The anooba had snuck up to my chambers to cuddle in the middle of the night and it’d been the best surprise anyone could ask for. I’d seen him rip men to shreds, but he was also a sweetheart–if he and his owner liked you, that is.

I shrugged on a jacket as I walked down the winding stairs from my office. The club was closed in the mornings, the cleaning crew working their magic to make my establishment shine again. The bar itself was empty, Earl likely sleeping off the busy night. Rouva, however, never seemed to need rest.

“You’re out early this morning,” she observed from where was sipping her morning brew. Her pale violet legs were folded lazily over the lush pillows of the booth, her robes emerald green and pooling over her thighs. “Tea?”

“No thanks,” I forced a smile, despite my exhaustion–I’d been up all night worrying over Hardeen. Had the Jedi captured him? Why hadn’t I heard anything? How was Dooku connected, if at all? And what was the Jedi Council hiding?

“What’s the rush?” the Twi’lek called as I moved to rush past her. I stopped, sighing while I dragged my hand down my face in hopes of wiping away the tired expression. It probably didn’t work, considering the deepening of Rouva’s frown when I turned back to her. “What did you and Embo talk about?”

I shook my head. “Something isn’t right,” I allowed.

She gave me a sad look, opening her hand to me. “You’re grieving, Pika. I know nothing feels right.”

“That’s not what I mean,” I brushed her outstretched hand away. Rouva only scowled at me. “I’m not in denial either,” I promised, chewing my lip, “even though it’s going to sound a lot like denial.”

Air whistled gently through her bejeweled nose as she sighed. “I really do insist on tea. You seem like you need it.”

Maybe some caffeine and a talk to get my thoughts in order would help. I didn’t sleep, after all. And it wasn’t everyday someone went to speak to the Jedi Council. Though I seemed to be making a habit of it.

I sat with a heavy sigh, accepting the hot cup Rouva slid across the polished table. “Embo told me about a job he and a slew of other top-tier hunters were invited to.”

Her elegant brows lifted. “That’s a lot of manpower. The client is an ambitious sort,” she mused before asking, “Do you know who it is?”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 81)

Jaig Eyes (81/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty-One: Monster

“Hey, how is she doing?” I heard Kix’s voice from somewhere behind me. He wasn’t really whispering, but he probably assumed I couldn’t hear over the thumping of the music. Of course, I’d spent years of my life building this club from the ground, and I was more than used to deciphering speech between the performances.

I didn’t react though, keeping my back to them as I collected drinks from Merl. Rex’s voice was quieter, though I could still make it out. “She’s strong,” he assured, but was silent for a moment before adding, “I’m worried about her.”

The last of the drinks made it to the tray on the counter before me, but I only stared at the shining liquid, my finger scratching the edge of the tray. Merl cleared his throat, getting me to look up. The Weequay knew me well, giving me a small, slightly sad nod. He lifted the tray and held to me expectantly. I finally took it. His wrinkled finger reached across the bar, his knuckle lifting my chin, only to tap my nose gently.

He gave me a real smile now, and I couldn’t help but return it.

The clones were acting the same as I’d left them when I returned, arms filled with drinks. I passed them out easily, the smile fading to a fake one as their gazes cast at each other meaningfully. They were silently agreeing about their worry for me. Simultaneously understanding that they’d continue the discussion later when I was gone again. My full drink was down my gullet before I could even think.

I cleared my throat. “Excuse me, but I need another drink, and I’ve clearly interrupted something.” They didn’t get the chance to respond, their tongues still dazed by my abruptness while I walked back to my bar.

Merl’s brow rose as I approached again, his shoulders slumping over the bar. “Finished your drink a bit quicker than usual, miss.”

“Share some Merenzane Gold with me,” I countered, kicking a barstool under my hip.

Nothing happened for a second, but I kept Merl’s gaze steadily, my head tilting with a pompous smirk. Finally, the bartender turned and drew two glasses, handing one to me. Our drinks clinked nicely, the ice cubes dancing off the sides like a melody.

“What are we drinking to?”

I shrugged, peering over the rim of my glass. “The act of drinking?”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 80)

Jaig Eyes (80/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Eighty: Empty

The swirling mists of the mines were practically toxic when breathed in all day. The chiseled out halls were filled with deep coughs, cheeks stained with soot and defeated tears. The eyes of the slaves around me were hollowed and sunken, their gazes blank. None were more distant than the soft violet eyes of Seku.

Watching her brother get murdered had done its number on all of us. Tal had all but stopped his attempts at making me smile, and when he did try, his own smile was cracked and broken.

It was a mask that was easy to see through.

While Tal’s silent nature was new and worrying, I could tell he would pull through. Being strong for his sister was weighing on him, though.

Seku was the true concern. She hadn’t spoken or eaten on the way back from the Drazkel system, after the whole thing went south. Since getting back to the facility, we’d all faced the wrath of the warden for our friend’s ‘outburst.’ It was no use telling them that he’d only coughed.

None of them cared. They were just angry their money-potential was lost.

Seku hadn’t recovered like the rest of us, her body only growing thinner, her face more drawn and blank. She barely responded when we dared to whisper to her, all participation in shenanigans gone.

Not that we were pulling any since losing Silais.

She’d lost hope, and the will to live. Like so many others here.

They’d finally beaten her.

We were only in the mines a few hours when I felt like something was terribly wrong with my friend. Between exhausted breaths and the shaking of her limbs, I wasn’t sure how long she’d remain standing. And no one was sure what happened to the slaves who got sick or collapsed, but we could only assume.

They never came back, anyways.

“Seku,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from the stale air. “Are you okay?”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 77)

Jaig Eyes (77/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Seventy-Seven: A New Hope

Meals on Kamino were usually pretty bland. Though sometimes Jango would bring back something from his travels. They were sometimes foreign treats, which were always cool. Cracknel from Dex’s Diner. Meiloorun melon. Kodari-rice. Sijjo Sewi.

And then other times he would bring home basic ingredients from a marketplace he’d visited on some foreign world. The first time he showed me how to make it, he called it uj’alayi. I’d watched it cook with wide eyes, Jango humming gently while he cleaned his armor. Boba played on the floor at his feet.

After a while, I tired of watching bread slowly bake, so I turned to watch them, my back against the warm oven. Kamino was damp as a whole, and despite the amazing air systems of the cloning facility, the chill seemed to always cling to you. I breathed in the warmth, listening to Jango hum a song I recognized.

“I know that--,” I whispered, my voice still hoarse. I hadn’t been talking much yet. My eyes flickered up to see the bounty hunter watching me expectantly. Nothing about his posture was cruel. His presence was always powerful and firm, but never unkind. Not to me at least.

I wasn’t so sure his bounty targets felt the same way.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “I know this song. From Jabba’s Palace.”

Jango’s eyes flickered towards the ceiling in thought for a moment before he nodded. “Yes it is. Good ear.” He went back to humming and polishing his armor.

“What does Jabba have to say about you rescuing me? Or am...am I your target? Are you bringing me back to him?”

The Mandalorian stopped abruptly, giving me a scowl. “I’ve told you that you’re free now. I’m just teaching you how to defend yourself before you go.” He gave me a stern once over before nodding once and returning to scrubbing his armor. “And Jabba doesn’t know. Doesn’t need to know. Not unless you get into hunting.”

“Hunting...as in your job or like….hunting hunting.” I was given another stern look. My eyes dropped to my folded hands. “Got it.” I shifted uncomfortably for a moment, giving the strong man a once over. “I know that...I am a companion for your son. But...but why--”

“Why did I rescue you from Death Watch?” Jango interrupted me again. His brows were furrowed, shadowing his serious eyes. “I have no respect for them, nor those that take advantage of those weaker than them. Especially... “ he cleared his throat. “Taking advantage of women.”

I knew he was trying to politely nod towards the slavery I’d been subjected to. I guess neither of us were brave enough to say it aloud. Or maybe he was being polite, knowing I was still trying to process it all. To cope.

“Why me?”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 73)

Jaig Eyes (73/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Seventy-Three: Kidnapped

I had barely returned to Coruscant before we were shipped out again. The briefing of the 501st had finally ended while I battled Pre Vizsla, freeing the clones to enter yet another battlefield. I guess I got what was coming to me, trying to take a vacation amongst everything happening.

I’d barely gotten a moment with Rex before I was stolen away for my own briefing. Most of it was through Anakin and Obi-wan, but Ahsoka managed to get me alone after. She grilled me about Lux, her emotions shifting rather wildly…especially for a Jedi that wasn’t allowed to have attachments. Still, I only teased her gently about it and assured her that Bonteri was just fine.

Stupid, but fine.

Now we were entering the atmosphere of a planet called Kiros, where the inhabitants seemed to be in danger. Supposedly the Torgrutas who had migrated there for a pacifist lifestyle were making a deal with Dooku for continued peace. Apparently Master Yoda was concerned that their deal would not be in their favor.

As the troop transport rocked gently, as we were met with no resistance, I wondered if the Jedi really knew that these people were in danger. Sure, I would never put it past Dooku to be a jagyc’kovid, but surely the Separatist leaders wouldn't allow it.

Then again, Dooku had managed to fool them into thinking he’s a good man, rather than a torturer who was corrupted by the darkness.

Still, did the Togrutas even ask for our involvement?

We were only bringing the war to peaceful folk.

I shifted uncomfortably on my speeder bike, which the boys had painted with 501st blue accents for me. The gunship came to rest inside the barren city street, the back hissing open to let me out. Ahsoka was gunning for Anakin, her turret decorated with an enraged rancor face. It was a good choice, as I’d seen an angry rancor in action on Tatooine, and that wasn’t something people hoped they’d face down one day.

On my other side, Obi-wan navigated his speeder out of another gunship, Rex at his side on the turret. Behind us, groups of solo speeders like me and clones on AT-RTs formed up, ready to face the droids that surely awaited us ahead.

As we moved through the city at a steady pace, the hair on the back of my neck began to raise. Something….familiar was here. There was a dark, foreboding feeling in the air, making my skin rise in goosebumps.

“Anybody else think it’s too quiet?” Ahsoka asked, seeming to sense how the place felt...off. “I haven’t seen any colonists.”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 75)

Jaig Eyes (75/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Seventy-Five: Once a Slave

I was in a daze as I was led up the stairs. My hands were bound before me, linked by a loose chain to the ones around my feet, a collar around my neck. It was more than they had used on me in a while. Reconditioning was a place of labor--you couldn’t have your laborers bound. We always had the shock collars on, though.

I wasn’t sure what was going on as I was led further and further up the twisting paths of mines. The Zygerrian guards had found me during our labor hours, chaining me up and dragging me away from my fellow slaves. They said nothing as we walked, and I knew better than to ask.

When we exited the mines, we went straight for the elevator, my heart rocketing to my throat when the guard pressed the button for the control room. The warden was up there.

I swallowed thickly as the doors hissed open, not daring to lift my gaze as I was led forward. I kept my eyes on my dirt-covered boots, but I heard the hum of the warden’s chair before me.

“Look at me, skug,” Keeper Arguss hissed.

I obeyed immediately, only to feel his whip across my face. I fell to the ground, unable to catch myself with the chains. Still, I knew better than to cry out. I was struck a few more times, but I took the blows and merely quivered on the floor.

“I said look at me!”

I didn’t, keeping my eyes to the floor. The whip fell across me again. A cry slipped from my lips, but I smothered it into the floor.

“Filthy skug,” Arguss growled. “Look at me.”

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Jaig Eyes (Ch 74)

Jaig Eyes (74/?)

Summary:

Kida, a former slave who now thrives as a bounty hunter, finds herself sucked into the war she advised Jango Fett against. Now that she’s involved, she has to finally mourn the loss of Jango, seeing his face in the clones that man the GAR. What happens when she allows herself to get attached to one, not for his resemblance to her former mentor, but for his heart?

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Chapter Seventy-Four: Zygerria

D’Nar’s mind was a minefield after I left it, but I wasn’t concerned. Anakin had entered only moments after I let the Zygerrian slump to the ground in pain whimpers. His own darkness overshadowed my own, leaving my deeds unnoticed.

Skywalker had threatened, but I already knew that the colonists were being sold into slavery. They, like Twi’leks, were unfortunately sought after prizes in the slave world.

I swallowed thickly in the cockpit of D’Nar’s ship, which was now piloted by Skywalker, clad in Zygerrian armor. I crossed my arms uncomfortably over my civilian clothes I’d elected to wear, since beskar would stand out far too much in a slave market and I didn’t want to lose it. Rex and Obi-wan were in Zygerrian armor too. And while I knew it was for the trick we were about to pull, it didn’t stop from making me uneasy.

“It looks like Zygerria is a popular place these days,” Skywalker commented on the hundreds of ships heading towards the planet.

Obi-wan hummed thoughtfully. “Whatever is happening is attracting all types of high-class scum.”

“The rebirth of the slave trade,” I grumbled, my anger and fear bubbling below the surface. They didn’t comment on my words, all knowing it was true.

“You’re sure this will work?” Obi-wan asked me finally, giving me a pointed look. “Your intel is from some time ago.”

I smirked darkly. “The queen hated Bruno then...and she hates Bruno now. I can guarantee it. There was nothing he could do to change that.”

“I say we take her word for it,” Anakin commented, still navigating through the horde of ships. “Ahsoka and I will handle the queen while you and Rex act as Kida’s guards and search the marketplace.”

“Very well,” Obi-wan conceded, though even I could feel his trepidation. “You two best go get changed.”

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