#avis client

[imipierre-sculpteur]

Merci à tous de soutenir notre entreprise via les AVIS GOOGLE svp.

Bel été à chacun d'entre-vous.

[a-room-of-my-own]

Des nouvelles de l’antenne LFI du bureau, c’est trop pas normal qu’un client de près de 60 ans ait fait corriger un support où mes zélés collègues avaient utilisé l’écriture inclusive et des pronoms inventés.

« J’avais envie de lui dire ‘mais ouvre une page internet’ si tu sais même pas ce que c’est iel» dit l’une, pendant qu’un autre essaie de mettre « entrepreneur » au féminin et vient de se décider pour « entrepreneure ».

[amourrencontreseduction]

Voyance en ligne : Trouvez les réponses à vos questions en toute discrétion

Vous cherchez des réponses à vos questions les plus intimes ? La voyance en ligne pourrait bien être la solution que vous recherchez. Grâce à l’essor d’internet, il est désormais possible de consulter un voyant depuis le confort de votre foyer, en toute discrétion. Mais quels sont les avantages de cette pratique ? Comment choisir le bon voyant ? Et surtout, comment en tirer le meilleur parti ?…

[maitreahokpe]

RETOUR AFFECTIF IMMEDIT ET RAPIDE

RETOUR AFFECTIF IMMEDIT ET RAPIDE, si un homme ou une femme s’initie dans votre vie de couple, faite appel au grand maître marabout MEDIUM AHOKPE.toujours des dispute avec votre partenaire?Votre partenaire est sur le point de vous quitter?Alors votre belle-mère, votre beau père ainsi que vos beau frères et sœur ne vous apprécie pas ?les mauvais œils vous mettent des battons dans les roues et…

[vodoungnon]

Définition du vrai portefeuille magique, explication du vrai portefeuille magique, un vrai bedou magique qui attire beaucoup d'argent, seul marabout du monde papa vodoungnon medjo

les avantages du vrai portefeuille magique, vrai liste des vrais marabout du bénin, vrai avantages du portefeuille magique, vrai secret du portefeuille magique, vrai explication portefeuille magique, comment fonctionne le portefeuille magique vrai, vrai bedou magique, je veux un vrai magnifique portefeuille magique, je cherche un vrai compétent du portefeuille magique, vrai définition du…

[angelitam]

L'efficacité Showroomprive

Un bon service client chez Showroomprive. Showroomprive C’est normal de râler et de partager une mauvaise expérience, mais je n’hésite pas à partager de bonnes expériences de service client. Showroomprivé et son service client Ma fille a effectué une commande sur le site Showroomprive, via mon compte. La livraison de sa commande a été effectuée par les services postaux. Selon eux, le colis a…

[micropaiements]

La sécurité au cours du shopping en ligne

Un site e-commerce fiable propose une interface conviviale, un design attractif et une navigation fluide. Avec une sécurité renforcée, de témoignages clients positifs et d'un service client réactif, le portail inspirera confiance aux acheteurs en ligne.

Crédit photo : DavidZydd  de Pixabay

[alinenaturelle]

Je me suis réabonnée à la box Lush Fresh & Flowers (j’étais déjà abonnée en 2021) quand j’ai vu le contenu de la box de Nöel/Décembre 2022  Je l’ai reçue le 22 Décembre, juste à temps avant Noël, et j’ai apprécié la plupart des produits (cf. photos et noms précis en 2ème photo)  J’ai aimé (presque tous) les produits, avec une mention spéciale pour le Grand Disque Nettoyant Visage FESTIVE FLANNEL 🥰 Je n’ai pas aimé la crème de douche "Angels Delight" à cause de son odeur hyper sucrée voire écœurante. Après les goûts et les couleurs… J’ai été déçue de ne pas recevoir la "Boule de Mousse" promise et qui me faisait rêver (odeurs de sous-bois, d’humud 😋) d'autant que les abonnées anglaises l'ont bien reçue. Mais nous en France on a recu à la place un petit bouquet de fleurs, joli certes mais bon . Ces problèmes ne sont pas bien graves, mais ce qui me braque VRAIMENT ce sont les engagements non respectés de la Box LUSH, je m’explique :  ❌ La box Fresh & Flowers se vante d’être la seule box beauté où l’on peut choisir chaque mois de recevoir la box ou pas, en fonction de son contenu. Sauf que pour Janvier aucun contenu n'a été publié (confirmé par le groupe Facebook dédié = RIEN) Ils m'ont prélevé le 24/12 donc je vais donc la recevoir "de force", sans aucune idée de son contenu 😑 ❌ Franchement ça commence mal... Ça passera peut être une fois mais pas 2 : le contrat est d'indiquer le contenu AVANT pour pouvoir décider en toute connaissance de cause si on achète ou pas la box du mois. Là tout est biaisé et mensonger : Pas la peine de faire de jolies promesses 100% commerciales qu'à d on ne sait pas les tenir !!! ➡️Je ne sais pas quelle sera la suite mais d'emblée je suis braquée, c'est mal barré.. En plus Lush a fermé TOUS SES RESEAUX SOCIAUX depuis l'an dernier, histoire que PERSONNE ne puisse leur poser des questions ou leur faire des réclamations ? C'est à se demander, et BRAVO, belle démarche vis à vis de vos #clients 😜👎💩. . #lush #freshandflowers #fresh&flowers @lushspa @lush @lushfreshandflowers #box #beauté #beautybox #avis #critique (à Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnnuQAgKH4p/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kingalpharhys]

ELITE CHANGES III: MENTORED ASCENSION

Chapter III of the new five-part text collaboration between Alpha Rhys and Avis Sapiens

The truest guided transformations are not those arising from people who need a drill sergeant to do what they already know must be done. If you have to be barked and coaxed and commanded at every step of the way you don’t really want it. You’ll fail out like you have every other time. There’s nothing that can be done for you. The coach, the guide, the mentor can only make something out of what he is given to work with. But with the right material and the right guidance combined you will become something awe-inspiring.

You join in a legacy, an unbroken chain of lessons learned and methods perfected. Cycle after cycle of new recruits into the process. Honing the form and the mind with ever greater efficiency. Avoiding the mistakes that your Big bro made when he started out. Speeding through the technique which took years of trial and error on his part to master, but that you can benefit from in the span of months.

Hearing his praise shower over you as you become both a person in your own right, but also a monument to his greatness as well. His bro, his student, his client, his masterpiece.

Seeing in you the potential that no one else does. Like an artist seeing the sculpture locked away inside the stone.

Just that affirmation alone makes it all so much more possible in your mind. Knowing that someone other than you is invested in your own success. And inversely, when you fail to adhere to his teachings you’re letting down not only yourself, but someone you care for deeply.

A dynamic and a journey leading side-by-side to greater and more euphoric change. Until eventually you reach the level where there is no more to be taught, but because of everything your mentor has invested in you, you can now keep going on your own. Reaching higher than ever before. Learning new lessons and infusing your growth with your own unique essence.

Until the day comes where you find your lil bro. Your eager young stud oozing potential. And you can help him become more than you were. And the cycle begins again.

Primary author: Avis Sapiens (@avissapiens)

Additional conceptual input and editing: Alpha Rhys (@kingalpharhys)

[monstersinthecosmos]

i want a human AU about Marius as just a really boring guy with an office job, divorced sad sack nearing mid-life crisis realizing he hasn't made a career of his many passions, super strung tight and touch starved and lonely and a friend (probably a weirdo friend like Avi) finally gives him the number for a dom service he should try. And Marius's interest is piqued; he remembers being into stuff like this before the divorce shriveled up his libido, and tbh it's not entirely even ABOUT libido as much as like, maybe he just wants someone to hit him so that he feels something, and then he'll be able to get some sleep.

so anyway a few weeks later after he's worked up the courage and filled out the little survey online and signed all the waivers and submitted his medical documents etc he has his first session with Amadeo; he shells out for a nice hotel room, not sure if it's appropriate to bring this person home, maybe secretly wanting to show off, but Amadeo is so cold and deadpan and doesn't even comment on it, isn't impressed at all. He shows up in jeans and a ratty hoodie and just pushes forward to go change in the bathroom, and comes out in tight black shiny gear, flogger in hand, and after an hour Marius's ears are ringing and he's red all over and he had no idea so much degrading, mean shit could come out of this angelic looking face.

Amadeo doesn't talk much afterwards but sticks around for a little while, back in his jeans and hoodie, and he makes Marius tea and asks if he wants a massage. There are a few minutes that Marius feels the threat of sub drop hovering at the edges, feeling old and stupid, thinking his life has been a waste, but Amadeo is graceful enough to distract him. Doesn't talk much, just enough, asks if he wants to put a movie on, and Marius watches the soft curiosity in his face as he keeps glancing at the screen.

Marius tips him well, thanks him, spends the night in the hotel since he paid for it.

It becomes a regular spot in their calendars. They get a little more elaborate. Amadeo is honest when he's not confident about something, and keeps it professional, but he allows Marius to teach him. Marius shows him all the knots he likes, and teaches him some other methods for impact play. More and more, in the aftercare when they're done, Amadeo's personality comes out. He talks more. Marius even gets him to laugh.

And Amadeo is professional, but he's young. Marius notices when his resolve starts to chip away. Maybe Marius leans into it, even though he knows he shouldn't. Maybe it turns into breaking some rules on their original contract, like when they finally make out. And the time Marius finally reaches to touch the bulge in Amadeo's pants, because Amadeo never gets off in their sessions. Even Amadeo's agency discourages unsafe sex or fluid exchange, and neither of them talk about it when Marius finally sucks him off, and Amadeo comes all over his face.

So what happens when it gets unethical, when they're in too deep? Amadeo tells him one night that he doesn't think he should see Marius as a client anymore, that their boundaries have become too murky, and he suggests someone else that Marius could see instead, but it just turns into them meeting outside the agency. Meeting in the daylight, for coffee, and Amadeo blushes when Marius puts a hand on his leg beneath the table.

"I still want to pay you, you know," Marius says, near his ear. "Not as a client. I just want to pay you."

And just a bit longer before they finally start meeting at Marius's house. Off the books now, no agency involved, but Marius keeps paying him. And texts him through the week, buys him clothes, Venmo's him with a note to treat himself to lunch. Whenever Marius gets paid he thinks about how much he'll pass onward to Amadeo. Sometimes, watching the numbers drain from his bank account feels the same as an orgasm draining his body.

Maybe a year in before they finally fuck. And at first it's still Amadeo in charge. Smacking him on the face and telling him what to do, telling him how fast to go, making demands. Riding him for the first half, staring down at Marius like he's worthless. Stoic for as long as he can before he falls apart whimpering, and then he's just a brat. He doesn't protest when Marius takes control, flips them over, rails him into the mattress. Tears in Amadeo's eyes as he comes on his soft belly, and he presses his hands to his face to hide.

Then, the next time after that, Amadeo actually spends the night.

His name is Armand, he admits one day. Quietly, after dinner, as Marius signs the check. His real name, he means. And he's blushing again, and looking away, and tells Marius he can still call him Amadeo if he wants to. But his name is Armand. If he likes that instead.

And Amadeo was the dom, but Armand is something else.

Marius should have known, when he saw the eagerness, teaching him how to work rope and teaching him the best places to land a flogger and he should've known as Amadeo's façade cracked, every time they've fucked, the way he became so small and needy. He should've seen the way his big wet eyes could follow Marius around the room sometimes.

Subbing was fun for Marius and he needs it sometimes, for sure. But he's in too deep now. He needs both, he needs anything. He needs Armand most of all. And domming Armand is just as good.

[maitreahokpe]

Comment avoir le vrai portefeuille magique qui produit l’argent, le plus grand et puissant maitre marabout AHOKPE

Comment avoir le vrai portefeuille magique qui produit l’argent, Beaucoup de personnesm’écrivent pour se plaindre du fait qu’ils ont été arnaqué par de faux marabouts ou par demarabouts incompétents et malhonnêtes. Et cela concerne surtout les rituels de retourd’affection et le portefeuille magique. La plupart d’entre eux disent aussi qu’ils ne veulent rien payer avant satisfaction.Mais sachez…

[vodoungnon]

Blanchissement d'argent immédiat dans min, vrai marabout compétant pour le blanchissement d'argent fiable et assuré, marabout sérieux et véridique dans ses travaux spirituels.

Tout d’abord, il faut comprendre que la multiplication d’argent magique rapide est un travail spirituel qui est réservé aux experts en sorcellerie, magie et vaudou. Lorsque vous commandez une multiplication d’argent magique et rapide, le marabout doit tout d’abord vous expliquer les tenant et aboutissant de ce rituel afin que vous ayez une idée de ce en quoi vous souhaitez vous engager. La…

[sugarmasonmearii]

[C] Five Tea Party Magics

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"Brace yourselves for a tidal wave of cuteness. Because we're going to the Five Magics' tea party! It comes complete with delicious sandwiches, uniquely flavored jumbo poffins, some doughnuts and what else? Plenty of refreshing tea to drink, of course! And finally, my sweeties are all dressed up in their beautiful and adorable dress outfits for the occasion. Aren't these five little angels looking cute as all heck or what!?" - from Layne himself

As for me, I really enjoy this drawing. It reminds me back when I was drawing Gaia online Avis a lot, and it's really great to re-live those days through Pokemon.

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[avissapiens]

How to be a Bull Ch 7: Work

((FINALLY got to this one. Sorry yall.)) (Model is Elton Mota)

A prejudiced view might find it strange to see a Bull at such lofty heights in the corporate ladder. The uninitiated would see their size and assume that they have nothing to offer but eye-candy.

But our market research has shown that a large percentage of bulls actually thrive in high-achieving positions. Advertising, PR, R&D. Skilled professionals from doctors and lawyers to esteemed academics often get bit by the bull bug.

There is a clear set of transferable skills acquired when you spend your non-working hours totally gym obsessed. Discipline, Patience, Self-direction. Being able to work yourself, withstand the strain of constant progressive overload and always come back the next day ready for more.

Couple that with the bull lifestyle being more expensive than one would expect; with tons of protein, supplements and something’s extra. With specially tailored apparel because normal stores can’t contain your bulk any longer. With hyper-exclusive gym memberships and competition fee’s because that unending lust for growth requires constant improvement of facilities and community who shares your addiction.

The end result for the company is a driven, growth obsessed highly skilled worker who excels in handling large, well defined projects well ahead of the deadline because they know their muscle is at stake if they don’t.

*insert abyssal chanting*

Elton is the go-to guy for those big accounts at the Avis Athletics Agency. The look of absolute focus and fire in his eyes is sometimes frightening. Total dedication given to both sides of his life. They synthesize so naturally for him. It's like he puts every muscle and sinew into his work, and lets his work fuel every inch of growth. 

The gym at Agency HQ is state of the art, an obvious requirement given our team. But for Elton it basically functions as a secondary office space. On the phone talking with clients while he reps out a new PB on company time. He says his mind works best and is clearest when pumping iron. That pure euphoria of the mind-muscle connection truly boosting his performance through the roof. It’s such a potent addiction that when the gym was closed for maintenance for a month, the CFO offered to let Elton use his private suite just to keep his numbers high.

Company meetings with Elton are likewise a key to his productivity. The tight business attire straining around his form does end up distracting and reducing the overall work done by anyone else in the room, yes. But something about the attention drives our highest earning bull into a frenzy. Like his own personal audience. Intimately aware of how he outsizes every single man in the room. Going through the plan for an acquisition or a partnership deal that’ll PUMP PUMP PUMP the stock prices through the roof. Unconsciously flexing every time he gestures for a prop, veins visible beneath the sheer fabric of his dress shirt. Excitement palpable in the air as sweat trickles down that massive back, the fabric of his slacks starting to tighten even more. The rest of the boardroom doesn’t even need to speak. They know he’s got it.

In one wild 9-5 he gets the project that was slated to take 2 weeks on the CEO’s desk. Without a word he packed up and headed straight to the gym to unleash all that pent up energy. The CEO made a mental note to schedule more board meetings with Elton, and to make sure that his Holiday bonus was more than enough to ensure he came back from vacation 20lbs of pure muscle heavier 

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[mcrdvcks]

Down Bad - Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: Amina and Omega stay on Ord Mantell while The Bad Batch goes on a mission. Then, they become involved in a Imperial occupation on Ryloth.

Word Count: 6.0k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: so this chapter covers episodes 10-12 of bad batch season 1. next chapter is where i stray a little bit from canon, but in reality it doesn't change much. you'll understand once you read it. but, happy reading! <3

also, i've literally written 10 more chapters of this because i'm crazy and bored, and in need of hunter so bad. hopefully i'll remember to post more regularly...

Series Masterlist - Chapter 1 → Chapter 3

AO3 Link For Chapter

The group had landed back on Ord Mantell, walking to Cid’s Parlor as Omega sat on top of Wrecker’s shoulder.

“How’s the Mantell Mix, kid?” He asked.

Omega ate another piece, “mm-hmm. Better than ever.” She dropped a piece of the mix into Wrecker’s mouth.

“Yeah, it is.” Wrecker said, laughing.

“So, when’s our next mission?” Omega asked, holding the small box with the Mantell Mix with both hands now.

“With two bounty hunters after you, it’d be wise to keep a low profile.” Tech replied.

“Tech’s right.” Hunter said, as he grabbed Omega off of Wrecker’s shoulders and helped her back on the ground. “There’s too much heat on us right now.”

“Ha! That never stopped us before.”

Amina came over, and took a piece of the Mantell Mix, trying a piece. It was different and sweet. Echo grabbed a few pieces in his hand and smelled them.

They watched as Hunter walked into Cid’s parlor as they followed along. When they entered, Cid turned to look at them. “I’ve got a mission for you boys. A simple extraction on Raxus.”

“Raxus?” Tech said, “that is the former center of the Separatist government. It has since become an Imperial outpost- ”

“I’m not interested in a history lesson, Goggles. You’re being hired to locate and free Senator Avi Singh from his confinement.” Cid pulled up a holographic image of the Senator on her data pad, “my client will meet you at the given coordinates to brief you. Details are on this. Now get going.”

She threw the chip towards the group as Hunter caught it. “Help a Separatist? Not gonna happen.” He threw the chip back at Cid.

“Your debt’s still not paid, remember? A job’s a job.” Hunter gestured for Cid and him to walk away from the group as Amina hopped on the stool next to Omega, being careful of her ankle.

Omega glanced up at Amina, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What's going on?" she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

Amina leaned in closer, keeping her voice low. "Looks like Hunter and Cid are butting heads," she replied, her gaze flicking back to the two figures engaged in conversation.

Omega furrowed her brow, her expression thoughtful. "Why does Hunter seem so reluctant to take the job?"

“Raxus was the home planet of the Separatists. We fought against them in the war.” Amina answered.

“Yeah, yeah, Bandana. Just get outta here, will you?” Cid exclaimed, walking away from the group.

Omega stood in front of Hunter now, with her crossbow on her back. “Ready when you are, Sergeant.”

Hunter kneeled down, “not this time, Omega. You’re staying with Cid.”

“But th-the mission. I’m part of the squad too.”

He put a hand on her shoulder, “then following orders shouldn’t be a problem. Stay close to Cid and don’t leave this parlor. Got it, soldier?”

Omega groaned and rolled her eyes, “yes, sir.”

Hunter went to Amina, who still was seated on the stool. “You okay with staying here with Omega?”

"Yeah, yeah, we’ll be fine. Plus, I don’t trust Trandoshans," Amina replied with a smirk, her tone light but tinged with a hint of mischief.

Hunter chuckled, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Fair enough," he said, nodding in agreement. "Just keep an eye on Omega for me, will you?"

Amina nodded, her gaze flicking over to where Omega was now standing. "Consider it done," she replied, her voice confident.

As Hunter turned to leave, Amina couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the prospect of being left behind with Omega. Despite the young girl's enthusiasm and resilience, Amina couldn't shake the feeling that trouble always seemed to find them, no matter where they went. Perhaps, find her wherever she went.

Omega huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't need a babysitter, you know," she muttered, her tone petulant.

Amina chuckled softly, reaching out to ruffle Omega's hair affectionately. "I know you don't, kiddo," she replied with a playful grin. "But it never hurts to have a backup, just in case." Amina stretched out her leg, “plus it’s not like I can go that far.”

Omega grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she conceded, her earlier annoyance slowly dissipating as she moved the sponge in a circle on the table that Cid gave her.

“Hey, think of it like this. You’re babysitting me. And let me tell you, I’m quite slippery.” Amina smirked, trying to lighten up the mood.

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Amina looked at the shelves of alcohol Cid had. She doesn’t drink, but one of the missions she went on with her master before the war was to Morlana One, where she was undercover as a bartender for information.

She learned a few things there, she had to since she worked at that bar for almost 7 rotations. She glanced over at Omega, who was still scrubbing the table.

“You’ve got her cornered.” Bolo laughed.

“Oh, yeah, I’m real scared.” Cid replied.

“Delay all you want, you’re not getting out of this one.” Ketch taunted.

Cid hovered over a button as Omega chimed in, “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Hear that? We got an expert here.” Cid rolled her eyes.

The dejarik table made noises as one of Cid’s figures went down. “She’s done for!” Bolo laughed, again.

“I told you.” Omega said.

“Well, expert, what should I do next?” Cid asked Omega, as she hopped down from the stool and pressed 3 buttons on the board.

Bolo groaned, “you blew it!”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who said to bet it all!” Ketch retorted.

“You wanna take this outside?”

“Gladly.” Ketch got off his seat as the two walked outside.

“How’d you know to do that?” Cid asked Omega.

“It’s a strategy game. I’m good at strategy.”

“Hmm. How good? Enough to, uh, win a few matches for some money?”

“Depends.” Omega said slowly. “What’s my cut?”

“Hmm. Thirty percent.”

Omega thought it over quickly, “sixty.”

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As Omega played, Cid’s parlor gained more and more people entering, to watch and to play against her. Amina took it upon herself to get some new clothing, and to bartend the crowd.

It wasn’t hard, since most people weren’t getting any drinks, but the few that did tipped well. Whether it was because they were kind, or because she had put her hair down, she wasn’t sure.

Her hair had grown since Order 66, and she got used to keeping it short and up, but now, she hasn’t had time to cut it. She handed another drink to someone as they went back into the small crowd.

“No one can stop this kid.” Someone in the crowd spoke, as Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, and the Senator and his droid walked in.

“Of course.” Hunter said.

Omega’s current opponent played his move, as Omega pressed two buttons and played hers, winning the game.

Cid shook Omega’s shoulders with a small smile as Omega looked into the crowd and waved at the guys. She jumped off the seat and ran towards them.

“All right, show’s over. No more bets.” Cid announced.

Wrecker picked up Omega, “Kid, where’d you learn to do that?”

“She’s a natural. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Cid said.

Omega smiled, as did Wrecker. Hunter walked in front of Cid, “I told you to keep a low profile. This is the opposite.”

Omega’s smile dropped, as she glanced down. Cid pushed Hunter’s shoulder, “ease up, Bandana. Omega made enough money to pay off the debt you boys owe me, so try showing a little gratitude to my friend.” She walked around Wrecker, patting Omega’s shoulder, “you did good.” She walked over to the Senator, “Senator, glad you made it. Let’s talk payment.” she said, guiding the Senator and his droid to her office.

Wrecker set Omega down as the group walked away. He nudged Hunter’s shoulder with his as Hunter looked down. “You really paid off our debt?”

“I wanted to be useful, even if I couldn’t go on the mission.”

Hunter hummed, before turning around to look at Omega. “How about we put those strategy skills to the test? One match. If you win, then no more sitting out on missions.” Hunter turned on the board as Omega’s eyes brightened. He gestured for her to sit down as she ran over and took the seat across from Hunter. “You ready for this?”

“Are you?”

Amina shook her head and finished cleaning up the glasses before setting down the towel underneath the bar. She counted the credits she earned, which was around 100. Not too bad.

"Come on, Omega, you got this!" Amina found herself cheering aloud, unable to contain her excitement as Omega made a bold move, catching Hunter off guard.

Hunter chuckled, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Not bad, kid. But let's see if you can handle this."

Amina watched with bated breath as Hunter made his move, his fingers flying across the board with practiced precision. Omega's brow furrowed in concentration as she assessed her options, her gaze darting from one holographic figure to the next.

Suddenly, Omega's eyes lit up with realization, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. With a swift motion, she made her move, her fingers dancing across the board as she executed a series of calculated maneuvers.

"I did it!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement as she looked over at Amina.

Amina couldn't help but grin, her heart swelling with pride at Omega's accomplishment. "You were amazing," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Omega beamed, her chest puffed out with pride. "Thanks, Amina!" she said, practically bouncing with excitement.

Meanwhile, Hunter leaned back in his chair, a look of disbelief on his face. "I can't believe I lost," he muttered, shaking his head in mock defeat.

Amina chuckled, crossing the room to join Omega and Hunter at the table. "Well, looks like you owe someone a mission," she said, nudging Hunter playfully with her elbow.

Hunter sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You earned it, Omega."

Omega's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flicking between Hunter and Amina. "Wait, really?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

Hunter nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, really. You proved yourself out there, kid."

Omega's grin widened, her excitement bubbling over as she practically vibrated with energy. "Yes! I won't let you down, Hunter," she said, her voice filled with determination.

Amina reached into her pocket and pulled out the credits, placing them in Hunter’s hand.

“Where’d this come from?”

She shrugged, “I bartended. I learned a bit on a mission with my master years ago. But I don’t trust myself holding them, I’d probably lose it.”

Omega glanced over at the credits, “how much is there?”

"I think 102 credits," Amina replied, her gaze flicking between Omega and Hunter.

Omega's eyes widened with excitement. "That's amazing!”

The rest of the group walked out as Wrecker looked at the credits in Hunter’s hand. “Whoa, that’s a lot of credits! How’d you get them?”

“Womanly wiles.” Amina said, crossing her arms, as Echo let out a chuckle.

“What’s that?” Omega asked.

“Uh… I’ll teach you when you’re older.” Amina pondered, “surprisingly, it was actually Padme who taught me that. She made a whole deal out of it, even pretending she was teaching a class to me and Ahsoka. Anakin found out when he visited her office and saw me and Ahsoka taking notes.”

Amina chuckled at the memory, her lips curling into a fond smile. "Yeah, it was quite the sight," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "Anakin was absolutely baffled. I don’t even want to think about what happened after he dragged her out of her office.” She shuddered at the thought.

Omega's eyes widened with curiosity, her gaze fixed on Amina. "What happened?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Amina chuckled, shaking her head. "Let's just say Anakin was not pleased," she replied cryptically, her lips quirking into a smirk. "But enough about that. How about a game of dejarik? I'm sure you're itching for a rematch after beating Hunter."

Omega's eyes lit up with excitement, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You're on!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing with enthusiasm.

Amina chuckled, her own grin mirroring Omega's infectious excitement. "Prepare to be defeated, young one," she teased, gesturing towards the dejarik table with a playful wink.

As they settled into their seats, the holographic figures flickered to life on the board, casting a soft blue glow across the dimly lit room. Amina watched Omega carefully, her gaze sharp and focused as the young girl deliberated her next move.

Omega's brow furrowed in concentration as she surveyed the board, her fingers hovering over the holographic controls. With a sudden burst of determination, she made her move, her fingers dancing across the controls with practiced precision.

Amina's lips curled into a smirk as she studied Omega's move, her mind already calculating her own counterattack. With a swift motion, she executed her move, her holographic figures springing to life as they clashed with Omega's.

The game unfolded with a rapid flurry of moves, each player vying for dominance on the holographic battlefield. Amina's heart raced with excitement as she anticipated Omega's next move, her competitive spirit fueling her determination to emerge victorious.

But Omega was proving to be a formidable opponent, her strategic prowess matched only by her youthful enthusiasm. With each move, she pushed Amina to the limit, testing her skills and cunning at every turn.

As the game neared its climax, Amina felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Victory was within her grasp, but she knew she couldn't afford to underestimate Omega's tenacity.

With a final, decisive move, Amina unleashed her masterstroke, her holographic figures converging on Omega's position with deadly precision. The room erupted into cheers and applause as Omega's last line of defense crumbled beneath the onslaught.

Omega stared at the board in disbelief, her expression a mixture of shock and admiration. "I can't believe you beat me," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe.

Amina grinned triumphantly, her chest swelling with pride. "Never underestimate the power of experience, young one," she teased, reaching out to ruffle Omega's hair affectionately.

The two laughed and exchanged playful banter as they reset the board for another round.

Meanwhile, Hunter watched the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and pride. He had never seen Omega so animated, so full of life and energy.

As he observed Omega and Amina's playful interaction, a sense of warmth and contentment washed over him. Omega ended up winning the second game as Amina leaned over the table, “want to get something to eat?”

Omega nodded, “yeah, sure! Do you have any credits?”

Amina shook her head and stood up, “I have many ways of convincing people. One of them being,” she waved her hand, “the force. Want to see a Jedi mind trick?”

Omega's eyes widened with excitement, her curiosity piqued by Amina's suggestion. "Really? You can do that?" she asked, her voice tinged with anticipation. “But wait, won’t people find out?”

Amina grinned, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "I won’t tell if you won’t. Come on, let’s go find a stand outside and get something.”

As Amina and Omega made their way through the bustling streets of Ord Mantell, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through her veins. She hadn’t used the force in a long while, so she was excited to use it, even in a small, insignificant way.

As they approached a nearby food stand, Amina cast a subtle glance around, ensuring that no one was paying too much attention to their actions. Satisfied that they were in the clear, she turned to Omega with a mischievous grin.

"Watch closely, Omega," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "This is how a Jedi mind trick works."

With a flick of her wrist and a subtle wave of her hand, Amina reached out through the Force, gently influencing the thoughts of the vendor behind the stand. She implanted a suggestion in his mind, a subtle nudge to offer them a discount on their meal.

The vendor blinked in confusion for a moment, his brow furrowing as if trying to recall something. Then, with a shrug, he smiled at Amina and Omega, his demeanor suddenly warm and friendly.

"Hey there, ladies! What can I get for you today?" he asked, his voice cheerful as he gestured towards the array of food on display.

Amina returned the smile, her confidence bolstered by the success of her Jedi mind trick. "We'll take two of your specialty sandwiches, please," she said, her tone casual as she leaned against the counter.

The vendor nodded eagerly, quickly assembling their order with practiced efficiency. As he handed the sandwiches over to Amina and Omega, he flashed them a wink.

"On the house," he said with a grin. "Consider it a gift from your friendly neighborhood food vendor."

Amina accepted the sandwiches with a gracious smile, her heart fluttering with a sense of satisfaction at her successful use of the Jedi mind trick. She turned to Omega, who was practically buzzing with excitement at their unexpected windfall.

"Thank you so much," she said, her voice sincere as she turned to Omega. "Shall we?"

Omega nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. "Definitely!" she exclaimed, falling into step beside Amina as they made their way through the bustling streets of Ord Mantell.

As they walked, Omega couldn't contain her excitement, chattering animatedly about everything they passed – from the colorful storefronts to the eclectic mix of alien species milling about the marketplace.

Amina listened with amusement, her lips quirking into a fond smile as she watched Omega's boundless enthusiasm.

Eventually, they found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy their sandwiches, nestled away from the hustle and bustle of the main thoroughfare. Amina took a bite of her sandwich, savoring the delicious combination of flavors as she glanced over at Omega.

Omega looked over at Amina, “can I use the force?”

Amina set down the sandwich and wiped off her hands with a napkin, “well, not really. The force is what gives a Jedi their power. But it’s also an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us, binding the galaxy together. Jedi have a higher level of the force, which makes us Jedi, but everyone else still has the force, but it’s impossible for regular people to use.”

Omega listened intently, her curiosity piqued by Amina's explanation. She nodded thoughtfully, processing the information as she took another bite of her sandwich. "So, does that mean you can't teach me how to use it?" she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Amina smiled sympathetically, reaching out to pat Omega's hand reassuringly. "I'm afraid not, kiddo," she replied, her tone gentle. "The force is something that's innate within certain individuals. It's not something that can be taught or learned, no matter how hard you try."

Omega's shoulders slumped slightly, her expression crestfallen. "Oh," she said, her disappointment evident in her voice. "I guess I'll just have to stick to strategy games then."

Amina chuckled softly, her smile warm and reassuring. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a master strategist," she said, her tone playful. "In fact, I'd say it's a pretty valuable skill to have, especially in our line of work."

Omega perked up at the praise, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, you're right," she said, her enthusiasm returning. "I may not have the Force, but I've got plenty of other tricks up my sleeve."

Amina grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "That's the spirit," she said, her tone approving. "Never underestimate the power of a sharp mind and a quick wit."

As they finished their sandwiches, Amina glanced around the bustling marketplace, her gaze scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble. Despite the relative peace and quiet of their current surroundings, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered at the back of her mind.

"Come on," Amina said, rising to her feet and dusting off her pants. "We should probably head back to Cid's parlor before Hunter sends out a search party."

As Amina and Omega returned to Cid's parlor, they found the Bad Batch still sitting at the bar, their conversation paused as they glanced up to greet the newcomers.

"Hey, you two," Wrecker called out, a friendly grin spreading across his face. "Where've you been?"

Amina chuckled, slipping onto a stool beside Omega. "Just grabbing a bite to eat," she replied casually, her gaze flicking over to Hunter. "Did you miss us?"

Wrecker spoke up, “oh, no food for us?”

Amina chuckled, shaking her head at Wrecker's comment. "Sorry, big guy," she said, her tone lighthearted. "Next time, I'll be sure to bring you back a little something."

Wrecker pouted playfully, earning a round of chuckles from the rest of the Bad Batch. Hunter glanced over at Amina and Omega, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Did you two have a good time?" he asked, his voice gentle as he turned his attention to Omega.

Omega nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yeah, we had a blast!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat. "Amina even showed me how to use a Jedi mind trick!"

Amina grinned as Omega continued to talk about the mind trick she had used as the rest of the group listened along.

---

They landed on Ryloth’s nearest moon with a crate of weapons and explosives, which was their current mission for Cid.

Everyone got out of the ship, except for Omega who sat on the stairs of the Marauder. “Are you Gobi? Cid sent us.” Hunter asked.

“Along with three dozen blasters and a case of thermal detonators.” Tech added.

“Let’s see them.” Gobi said.

Wrecker placed the two crates on the ground as Echo opened up the crates. The young Twi’lek walked closer to the ship, admiring it. “What type of ship is this?”

“A modified Omicron-class attack shuttle.” Omega said.

“Can I have a look inside?”

“Hunter, can she come aboard?” Omega called out, as Hunter nodded. “Okay. You can come up. But no funny business.”

“Funny business?”

“Uh-huh. I’ll be watching you.”

“Uh…” The girl chuckled, “okay, then. Show me around.”

The Bad Batch, and Amina, stood as Gobi and Serin looked over the weapons. “It’s a start.” Gobi said. “Have Cid contact me when she has more to sell.”

He handed the container of credits to Hunter. “Building an arsenal attracts attention. You better know what you’re getting into.”

“We don’t have a choice.” Serin started to drag one of the cases as did Gobi, “Hera, we’re leaving.”

Hera and Omega walked out of the ship, as Hera followed Gobi to their ship. “Good luck.” Omega said, waving at Hera.

The guys looked down at Omega, “make a new friend?” Hunter asked.

“She’s kind of strange. I like her. Did you know flying’s about a feeling?” she asked, holding one finger up as she made her way back onto the Marauder.

“What feeling?” Tech slowly asked, as Amina snorted as bumped his shoulder, following Omega back onto the ship.

---

“Uh-oh.” Omega said, as she tried to fix Gonky.

“What’s going on here?” Hunter asked.

“Gonky’s prime power source won’t fully charge. I’m fixing it.”

“You can’t. He’s a defective unit.”

“Hunter.” Tech called from the cockpit.

Gonky beeped, tilting downwards. “Don’t worry, we’re defective too.” Omega said, trying to cheer up the droid.

Amina stood up from the floor and walked into the cockpit, along with Hunter.

“We are receiving a recorded transmission, but I do not recognize this frequency.” Tech told Hunter.

“Patch it through.”

A hologram of the young Twi’lek, Hera, popped up. “Omega, it’s Hera. You have to come back to Ryloth.”

“Isn’t she the kid from the weapons drop?” Wrecker asked.

Omega ran into the cockpit, “Hera?”

“The Empire’s taken my parents, and they’re after me now too. I’m sending coordinates. Please hurry. I need your help.”

Hunter tapped a few buttons, pausing the transmission and turning to Omega, “you have her our comm channel?”

“For emergencies, and that sounded pretty urgent. We have to go.”

“Perhaps the situation is not as dire as described. Children often overreact.” Tech added.

“No, we don’t. You heard her. She needs us.”

Hunter placed a hand on Omega’s shoulder, “Omega, it’s a big galaxy. We can’t put ourselves on the line every time someone’s in trouble.”

“Why not? Isn’t that what soldiers do?” Omega asked, as Hunter’s eyes widened and gave a slight nod.

They landed on Ryloth, in a small opening in the mountains. Omega exited first with Amina at the back. A droid with an orange top rolled out beeping.

“What’s his problem?” Wrecker said, as the droid rolled close to Omega.

“Thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure you would.” Hera said as she walked towards the group.

“You said you were in trouble.” Omega responded.

Hunter stepped forward in front of Omega, “care to tell us why the Empire is after you?”

“Because my father is Cham Syndulla.”

Tech looked up from his data pad, “the freedom fighter?”

“Yes. This was his old command outpost. It’s where I’ve been hiding. The Empire’s begun targeting anyone loyal to him.”

Echo spoke up, “what do you want us to do?”

“Free my parents from the Capitol. That’s where they’re being held.” Hunter crossed his arms and glanced at Omega, “they can pay you if you get them out.” Hera added on. “Please. I don’t have anyone else to ask.”

Omega looked up at Hunter before walking over to Hera’s side as she gave a small nod to the girl.

“Let’s see what we’re up against first. But no guarantees.” Hunter said.

---

They lay on a hill overlooking the Capitol from a distance as Chopper brought out a small satellite on his head, letting them hear what Rampart was speaking about.

“But… the perpetrators of this heinous assassination attempt have been captured.”

“Assassination attempt?” Hunter quietly asked, sparing a glance at Hera.

“Rest assured, Cham Syndulla and his insurgents…”

“That’s not what happened.” Hera said.

“…will answer for their betrayal.”

Omega leaned up, “Hunter… Crosshair’s here.”

“Great. Just what we need.” Wrecker said.

Hunter made a gesture as the Batch stood up and moved away from Amina, Omega and Hera. The kids kept looking at the Capitol with their binoculars as Amina sensed something. Turning her head she saw a probe droid, lurking behind the mountain’s curve.

She stood up and walked past the guys and force jumped onto the side of the mountain. Hunter glanced over, also sensing the probe droid as Amina jumped onto the droid, turned on her lightsaber and stabbed it through the probe’s eye as the droid and Amina fell onto the ground.

Amina turned off her lightsaber and hooked it back on her waistband as the guys and Hera and Omega walked over.

“Oh, good. A probe droid,” Tech said dryly as he examined the broken remnants of the droid.

“The Empire will know we’re here.” Echo spoke, looking down at the smoking droid.

“And so will Crosshair. Come on. Let’s move.” Hunter said, as they ran off the hill and back to the hideout.

“All my father wanted was peace on Ryloth. Why is this happening?” Hera said sadly.

“He’s a voice the people stand behind. That makes him a threat to the Empire.” Echo replied.

“I don’t care about any of that. I just want my parents back.”

Chopper chattered as he flew down the ramp of the Marauder with Tech following. “We’re all over the Imperial comm channels. They’ve increased patrols within the city.”

“Crosshair will expect an attack. The element of surprise is gone. There’s nothing we can do.” Hunter said, looking over at Hera.

“Wait, you can’t leave. I told you no guarantees. We’ll get you off world and take you some place safe.”

Hera grabbed Hunter’s arm, “stop!” She let go quickly, “I’ll pay you double.”

“All the money in the galaxy won’t matter if we’re dead. What you’re asking us to do, it’s not worth the risk.”

“Not to you.” Hera said, turning away.

Omega took a few steps in Hera’s direction before stopping and looking at Hunter, “you shouldn’t have said that.”

“Being strategic means knowing your limitations, Omega.” Hunter said, as Echo, Wrecker, and Tech got back on the Marauder.

“She’s trying to save her family, Hunter. I’d do the same for you.” Omega said, before turning around and slowly walking to Hera.

Hunter sighed, before turning around towards the Marauder when Amina stepped in front of Hunter, her hand resting gently on his chest plate as she looked up at him with unwavering determination. "We have to help them," she said, her voice firm and resolute.

Hunter regarded her for a moment, his expression unreadable as he met her gaze. "Amina, you know the risks," he replied, his tone tinged with concern. "If we go back now, we could all end up captured or worse."

Amina nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "I know, Hunter. But Hera's parents are in danger, and she has nowhere else to turn," she said, her voice pleading. "We can't just abandon her." She took her hand off his chest plate, “at least… just think about it. Maybe Hera and Omega will come up with something.”

She turned around and went up the Marauder’s stairs as Hunter slowly followed.

---

Hera and Omega came inside the Marauder, telling the group that they had come up with a plan.

“Attack the Capitol? Wh- that was my plan.” Wrecker said.

“Not the Capitol, the Imperial refinery on the outskirts.” Omega replied.

Chopper projected a holo-map of the refinery, “I’ve been spying on their activity. I know their routine. If we attack there, reinforcements will be diverted from the Capitol.” Hera explained.

“We can use that distraction to rescue Hera’s parents.” Omega added on, as the two girls smiled at each other.

“Any heavy defenses at the refinery?” Echo asked Hera.

“Five perimeter cannons, but they are unmanned.”

“Auto cannons are extremely vulnerable. Where is the control console?” Tech asked Hera.

“Right inside the main gate.” She pointed at on the holo-map, “it is heavily guarded, but Chopper can slip inside with the other droids and disable the cannons.” Hera looked up at Hunter.

“All right. You two go with Chopper as backup, but at a distance.”

“Really?” Hera and Omega asked at the same time. Chopper chattered in response.

“By themselves?” Tech slowly asked.

Hunter continued on, “Tech, Wrecker, Amina. Wait until those cannons are down and move in. Echo and I will scale the Capitol wall and free Hera’s parents.” He looked down at Hera, “I guess we’ll follow your lead.”

---

Tech, Wrecker, and Amina were waiting on the Marauder for Omega to signal about the perimeter cannons.

Tech commed Omega, “Omega, has Chopper deactivated the perimeter cannons?”

“No, but Hera and I are working on it. Just don’t shoot down our shuttle.”

“Wait. What shuttle?” Tech said. A few moments later, Tech looked at the console on the ship, “Omega, I am registering multiple explosions near the refinery.”

“That was us. Cannons are down. Do some damage, Wrecker.”

Wrecker laughed, as he went to the gunman mount on the ship, “that, I can do!”

“Hang on.” Tech said from the pilot’s seat, as Amina sat in the co-pilot seat. He flew forward fast, before cutting the speed and turning around as Wrecker started to shoot at the cannons.

“We’re getting the hang of this.” Hera said through comms.

“Yes, your dangerous and uncontrolled maneuvering is as confusing to them as it is to us.” Tech replied.

A few moments later, Hunter cut through the comms, “Tech, Omega, we have alternate transport. Meet at the rendezvous.”

“Gladly. Because there are multiple Imperial vessels inbound.” Tech said, as Amina looked at the scanner.

She stood up and went to the door opening it, “I’ll meet you at the rendezvous!” She yelled.

With a determined expression, Amina leaped out of the ship and landed gracefully on the ground below. She glanced around, scanning the area for any signs of danger. The sound of blaster fire echoed in the distance, and she knew they had to move quickly.

All she had to do was quickly find an Imperial shuttle, fly it, and get the shuttles off of Tech and Omega.

Amina scanned the area, her senses attuned to the slightest disturbance in the Force. She spotted an Imperial shuttle parked nearby, its engines idling, ready to take off at a moment's notice. Without hesitation, she sprinted towards it, her heart pounding with adrenaline as she drew upon her Jedi training.

As she reached the shuttle, blaster fire erupted from behind her, and she ducked behind a nearby crate for cover. Peeking out cautiously, she spotted a squad of troopers closing in, their white armor gleaming in the dim light.

Amina knew she had to act fast. Pulling out her blaster, she began to shoot at the troopers. The troopers were caught off guard by her sudden attack, and she quickly dispatched them with a series of well-aimed strikes.

With the immediate threat eliminated, Amina sprinted towards the shuttle, her heart racing with anticipation. She could hear the sounds of battle echoing in the distance, signaling that her friends were still engaged in combat.

Reaching the shuttle, she quickly accessed the controls, her fingers flying across the console as she initiated the startup sequence. The engines roared to life, and Amina felt a surge of triumph as she prepared to take off.

She flew the ship up and to where multiple Imperial vessels where following the Marauder and the other Imperial shuttle Hera and Omega were flying.

Amina shot down 3 shuttles in rapid succession, as the rest of them turned towards her, leaving Tech and Hera alone.

---

Hunter walked up the ramp where Cham and Eleni stood, “here’s the payment Hera promised.” Eleni said, holding a case in front of Hunter.

“Keep it. You’ll need it. These occupations are happening on other planets besides Ryloth.”

“I hoped to have fought my last war, but our people need us now more than ever. We must organize.” Cham said.

“Well, that’s not something we can help with, General.” Hunter turned around to look at Wrecker, Tech, Echo, Omega, and Hera, “I have my own people to look out for.”

“If a war is coming, it will be their fight as much as ours. Come along, Hera.” Eleni called out.

Omega and Hera ran up the ramp, “Tech showed me how to scramble a ship’s signature.” Hera said.

“We will soon see how well it works.” Eleni replied. “It is time for us to go.”

Hera and Omega shared a glanced as Hera kneeled down in front of Omega and Hunter walked off the ramp.

“Where’s Amina?” Hunter asked Tech, as he looked up from his data pad.

“She jumped off the ship while we were flying away from the refinery to give us cover.” He replied, adjusting his goggles.

“What?” Hunter yelled, as a whirring sound became louder and a speeder blew in.

Amina turned off the speeder and got off of it. Omega now stood with the group as she ran over to Amina. “Woah, where’d you get that?”

“I ditched the Imperial shuttle and found it.” She patted the speeder.

As Amina patted the speeder, Hunter's expression shifted from surprise to concern. "You jumped off an Imperial shuttle?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with worry.

Amina nodded, “technically I jumped off the Marauder and landed in the refinery, grabbed an Imperial shuttle and handled the ships that were tailing Tech and Hera. Then I ditched it in a remote location that we used during the war and hopped on the speeder.”

Tech adjusted his goggles again, “she had a 28.3% of survival when jumping out of the ship.” He looked up at her, “you’re lucky to be alive.”

She grinned, “lucky is my middle name, Tech.”

Hunter couldn't help but shake his head at Amina's daring stunt. Her recklessness both impressed and worried him, a mix of emotions he wasn't entirely comfortable with. "You're lucky, all right," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. "But luck can only get you so far."

Amina flashed him a grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, it got me here, didn't it?" she quipped, her tone light despite the gravity of their situation.

The group, excluding Amina and Hunter got onto the Marauder.

Hunter couldn't help but admire her spirit, even as he felt a twinge of concern for her safety. "Just be careful, Amina," he said, his voice softer now, laced with genuine concern. "We can't afford to lose you."

Amina's grin softened into a smile as she met his gaze. "Don't worry, Hunter," she reassured him, her voice calm and steady. "I can handle myself. I’ve got the force on my side.” She patted his chest plate as she made her way onto the ship.

tags: @callsign-denmark

[excessive-vampires]

Dealing With Demons Chapter 5: Hope This One's Interesting Part 2: Cee

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @softvampirewhump

"This complicates things," Avi said, looking at my Spotify profile.

Maybe it means they're willing to forgive you? I mean they could only have found it through you.

"Or maybe they were just curious and recognized your good taste in music. Now, I have to do an hour of business paperwork."

I groaned internally.

"To make sure I stay filthy rich."

I thought my acquiescence.

"So what podcast do you want me to put on for you?"

Have I mentioned how much I love that I don't have to pay attention to your boring ass business shit?

Avi beamed. They were proud of the system we'd come up with. Then suddenly they closed their eyes and inhaled deeply.

"A summons."

Guess the paperwork will have to wait. Hope this one's interesting.

That last interesting one I remembered was a woman who wanted one of every single issue of a certain comic book from thirty years ago. That had taken some investigative work. Deals were getting more and more rare, honestly, since Avi had refused to do anything too illegal for any reason besides protecting themself or punishing deal-breakers ever since we made our deal. It just wasn't worth the risk of ending up on the run from the law when they had a real life they'd lose if they did. But they didn't really mind the scarcity. Demons were patient, according to Avi, and for now they didn't need any more power to get what they wanted, not when they had me.

They blinked and suddenly we were in a dark room. Probably some sort of basement. It smelled like underground. Stale and damp and earthy. The floor was rough beneath their feet.

Across the room stood a person probably in their early forties. Short dirty blond hair tinged with gray at the temples Sinister smile, impeccably dressed.

Avi wore casual clothes. One of my old band t-shirts and sweatpants. Not even a bra. I felt self-conscious next to their soon-to-be client's suit. Avi felt frustrated that there had been no time to change. But if they don't answer a summons right away the summoner will eventually give up.

"You're not what I expected." The summoner's voice had a southern drawl to it, much thicker than my slight accent.

Avi looked down at their outfit and grimaced. "If you give me a moment I can put on some more businesslike attire."

"Not entirely what I meant. You have a physical body."

So, this summoner knew enough about demons to recognize possession. That was interesting, but not too unexpected. People tended to do quite a lot of research before selling their souls. I'd had only the one spellbook I found hidden in an alley to guide me, but I was in too much of a hurry to bother finding connections in the world of mages before making my deal.

"Yes." They beamed. "Isn't it nice?" They made a show of turning around in a circle.

"Don't you want a skinnier one? I mean, you're not a demon of gluttony." The summoner laughed at their own joke.

Rage bloomed in me, but also shame. It just goes to show, you never completely unlearn anything.

"Not. Interested."

The summoner shrugged. "No need to get angry."

"Now," the demon inhaled, searching the essence of the summoning spell for more information on the person standing before us. "Cliff Mason. Hi, I'm Avi, they/them. What do you desire?" We both wanted to get this deal over with as soon as possible, Cliff seemed like an asshole.

He grinned. "I have a plan. It requires one of each type of demon." He held up seven fingers.

Ominous.

"It will bestow great power upon everyone involved."

Vague.

"Uh huh, sure. Which lucky demon gets your soul?"

There was a slight pause.

"The power should be its own reward."

There's another red flag.

"Listen, I've kind of got my own thing going on, so find yourself another spirit of avarice."

"No! Having a demon that owns a body will make things so much easier! Now that I've found you I won't let you go!"

I don't know if you can hear this but there are warning sirens going off in my brain right now, Avi.

"Yeah, sorry, this sounds sketchy as hell. I'm out."

"Wait! No!"

With another blink we were back in Avi's apartment.

"That was weird."

Let's hope he gives up on whatever he's trying to do.

"Yeah, it sounds like he'll likely just blow himself up anyway."

I hope so. I got a seriously creepy vibe from him.

They walked over to their desk and sat down to start on the paperwork. "Don't worry, we'll probably never see him again."