Song walked side by side from the man. Neither of them might have known the other’s name or face, but as they descended farther into the makeshift shop, it was clear they would need each other for the obstacles that came next. The Mandalorian trusted the man, even if he didn’t feel entirely the same. However, it was a temporary trust, lasting only so long.
Chances were that if the masked man made a move against her, he’d do it once the augmenter was dealt with. He would take her help, then attack her once her purpose was served, and when she least expected it. To cover his tracks? Simply out of hate for Mandalorians, or bounty hunters? She didn’t need a reason why, just the idea that it could happen.
Song hoped, in the end, that wouldn’t be the case.
Her thoughts diverged once the two moved down a dark stairwell, into a basement. It was under the red light of the man’s saber that she saw it. Her heart plunged, a five-story drop. Her insides knotted. The mangled bodies on the wall came with a sick feeling, then a terrible rage.
With a clenched fist, she whispered, “Damn them. Damn whoever did this to hell.”
The Mandalorian had a strong stomach, and though she had seen plenty in her life, bad and worse, she couldn’t bear to watch the victims for another second. She turned, only listening to the man’s quiet voice as he spoke.
“I sure didn’t feel any pity killing those people either.”
Song’s attention snapped over to the source of the unfamiliar voice when suddenly, the lights came on. A blinding flash. She took a step back before spotting a thin-looking man at the other side of the room. Flanking him were half a dozen men and women, each without heads, replaced with mechanical parts, as well as several more security droids.
@Phoenix
Chances were that if the masked man made a move against her, he’d do it once the augmenter was dealt with. He would take her help, then attack her once her purpose was served, and when she least expected it. To cover his tracks? Simply out of hate for Mandalorians, or bounty hunters? She didn’t need a reason why, just the idea that it could happen.
Song hoped, in the end, that wouldn’t be the case.
Her thoughts diverged once the two moved down a dark stairwell, into a basement. It was under the red light of the man’s saber that she saw it. Her heart plunged, a five-story drop. Her insides knotted. The mangled bodies on the wall came with a sick feeling, then a terrible rage.
With a clenched fist, she whispered, “Damn them. Damn whoever did this to hell.”
The Mandalorian had a strong stomach, and though she had seen plenty in her life, bad and worse, she couldn’t bear to watch the victims for another second. She turned, only listening to the man’s quiet voice as he spoke.
“I sure didn’t feel any pity killing those people either.”
Song’s attention snapped over to the source of the unfamiliar voice when suddenly, the lights came on. A blinding flash. She took a step back before spotting a thin-looking man at the other side of the room. Flanking him were half a dozen men and women, each without heads, replaced with mechanical parts, as well as several more security droids.
@Phoenix