#straight up i'm like khan has a bounty on him

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Nah, it'll probably be a couple of Episodes before that happens. Also, I could see Phee sticking to Cid like a wart until the right moment to kill her.

Now onto my fanfic.

(The squad return to Ord Mantell after Omega's fake-out death)

(Phee's there, having basically told the squad exactly where she is)

(Cid is devastated to hear the news and gives Omega's bow and the Credits she got for selling them out to the Empire, revealing she intended to provide them to Omega when they bring her back)

(Hunter vanishes for a bit, but returns)

(After a while, Echo messages Hunter there's a ship coming, but it's not Imperial and a Kaminoan in Clone Armour has exited)

(Hunter ominously asks Phee to head out the back)

(Cid asks "What did you do?)

(Hunter replied "Took a leaf out of your book")

(Cid realises she's been sold out)

(The Kaminoan bursts in and opens fire, quickly killing Cid)

(Brief fire exchange happens before the Kaminoan calls "I'm on your side! Hunter, I'm just answering your bounty)

(He drops his blasters, and shows himself in front of the squad)

(Introduces himself as Khan So, an outsider like them, and a friend of Omega's growing up on Kamino. He initially states that surely they know who he is, but only Crosshair mentions he'd briefly overheard Lama Su and Dr Hemlock arguing about him)

(Hunter is very wary of Khan So, but Khan So reveals something Omega made for him while they were going through hell together, showing that he can be trusted. Phee asks to tag along, and Khan So, after a little reassurance from the squad, agrees)

(He then reveals that Omega survived the crash, and offers to take them straight to her. And, that there's another surprise waiting for them)

(I won't go further here because I'm not spoiling the end bit)

Season 3 episode 1: Phee beats the crap out of Cid for 30 minutes

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@honorhunt liked for a sneaky sith!verse starter

This doesn't have to end in bloodshed, he’s heard before from lesser men than the both of them, It doesn’t need to end with one of us rendered a blaster-bolt-ridden or saber-slashed pile of sentient meat. But it does have to end. It always does because the both of them are relentless in their own pursuits of honor, in that way the living things claw and scream and bleed to survive at all cost. 

Saber, red-like-blistering-suns, twists in his hand, deflecting another bolt, growling beneath the mask that cages his maw, a ravenous thing. He’s wounded, too-- Khan revels in the way his own blood soaks into his clothing, the stench of singed flesh creeping into the air vents of his mask. A growl in his throat permeates, an invitation to continue to circle Fett like rabid akk-dog, drooling and blood-stupid.  

     “A waste of your talents,” he practically spits the words, voice modulator hardly enunciating the disdain that throbs in the syllables. There’s a breath in the battle, and he allows himself to think with a part of his brain that doesn’t only know the hymns of violence. “Whatever you are being paid, I will triple it.”

No sympathy nor love for the galactic war that rages between the Empire and the Rebellion. His own bounty arrives with the blame of knowing too much-- Khan ought to have been quieter in his own pursuits, yet the Force lets him scream and scream and scream. Under the darkness that threads his bones, his sinews, is the sole desire to protect his and his alone. “We are both wasting our time with this.”