#additional tag: after rereading this 1 day later i have come to the conclusion

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@mutatiio : their usefulness had come to a rather abrupt end. not by his own accord. his master, as always, left him in the dark about the steps of his plan. really, he wasn’t sure how he could finish the mission without the help of at least one of these bounty hunters. no matter. most of the team were dead now. 

his blade is a blur as he sails over the duros with force-assisted ease. he lands firm, straightening and disengaging his lightsaber before their body could hit the floor. they join a mess of mangled limbs. the smell of burning flesh is all too familiar to him now. still, he breathes it in. it’s almost calming. almost. he senses her before he sees her. she’s meant to be here so it’s no surprise. she’s his final target. he turns, yellow eyes illuminated beneath his hood. toying with his food is something his master has tried to beat out of him. and yet… “can you keep a secret??”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝. The air hummed with the crackle of energy, and the scent of burning flesh was a nauseating presence. Her heart pounded against her chest as she stared down at the crumpled forms of the Duros, now motionless. Though she knew they were no angels, certainly not a group she’d stick around with if things ever went south, they had still been a part of her team. A team that, for all she understood in her line of work, wasn’t suppose to be DISBANDED before the mission was complete. Especially not in such violent way. Her eyes flickered to Maul, the predatory glint in his own yellow eyes sending a chill down her spine. Her grip tightened around her blaster, her knuckles going white. Then, she focused her attention on the situation at hand, attempting to ground herself within this darkened corridor.

The question he posed hung heavy in the air, the weight of it pressing against her chest like a vice. It was a game, she realized, one that she had to play with caution. The corners of her lips tugged upwards in a wry smile, her eyes never leaving his. " Secrets and treasures are my trade, " she replied, her voice steady despite the tremble that threatened to surface. " You'd be hard-pressed to find someone better suited for keeping them. " As her mind raced through her options, Charlie's senses absorbed the scene around her. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of her neck, the sweltering heat in the aftermath of his violent display making it difficult to breathe. The Zabrak's gaze felt much too intense, his intentions unreadable as the shadows danced across his horned features underneath his dark hood. She had been in dire situations before, but something about this felt different. It gnawed at her insides, the uncertainty that came with not knowing what they were after – or who they were working for – leaving her uneasy.

“ But, ” she continued, channeling boldness where her confidence was lacking. “ I get the feeling I'll be keeping this one whether I want to or not. ” Charlie took a steadying breath, her resolve hardening as she steeled herself for the consequences of her words. “ So… Since it looks like I’ve got some free time now… Is there something you want to get off your chest ? ”