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Bo Katan carefully moves through the dark alleyways and in areas where there are little people where she thinks no pykes or purge troopers would are to look. After the fighting on Mandalore with Saxon went south, the imperial put her on a wanted list. She goes for quite a bit, which she has become quite proud of.
She has bounty hunters, mercenaries and hitmen on her as well as criminal syndicates and imperials. She got separated and ran out of fuel so she had to land on Oba Diah but she was recognised but more specifically her armour was recognised. So now she has to hide get off this planet.
She has her armour in a bag on her back and tried to make the least amount of noise with the armour as possible but it’s beskar so what did she really expect. Instead of her armour she wore a cloak. Covered her body pretty much and also had black gloves and large black boots as well as a hood which covered most of her face and finally a mask to go over her mouth and nose. This should be enough to keep her unnoticed.
A prowler 1000 droid wizzes in and out of alleyways nearby her, she keeps the corner of her eye on the droid. It had dark black paint and orange highlights across the droid with a large red eye which seemed to keep a close watch on Bo Katan. She saw it down and mostly abandoned hallway with so it was obviously looking at her. But once she went around a corner, it disappeared.
Night began to fall on the planet and that would only mean less people but heavier patrols. She can’t ask to sleep somewhere as she can’t trust anyone and she can’t hide in the roofs due to all the droids that have been sent out.
She just has to carry on walking. No matter how weak her legs feel or how heavy is and despite the fact her eyes felt as if they were gonna fall out of their sockets.
As the lights grew brighter because of the night sky, the people thinned. Everything was becoming quite in the areas she chose to head through. She didn’t go near places where clubs may still be active and teaming with life which were areas where patrols were more likely to head.
Despite Oba Diah being run by a vicious unforgiving crime syndicate, it was kind of nice. No noise or irritants in her way. Just distant sounds of music and chatter. And of course the loud patting of her footsteps.
He things keep going well, she might not even have to sneak onto a ship. She could just walk on. But that was wishful thinking.
She neared another alleyway, this one was wider then the rest. And at this point, sound was a distant memory. While it was great having only her foot steps creating sound, it was kind of eery. It felt odd, especially on a planet where life is quite vibrant.
“Freeze” she spoke to soon. The commanding voice compelled her to stop. She didn’t turn but she placed a hand inside her robe, where she had a blaster just in case. The voice was deep but sounded deeper then any real voice. It was most likely due to the helmet the man was wearing. “Turn around” another order which she followed.
Before her stood a purge trooper commander. His armour was different to the usual purge troopers. Instead of blood red markings he wore dark orange but still the same red visor. But the pay,from was also a deep fiery orange similar to her hair. He had a blaster rifle pointed at her, but his finger had a large distance between it and the trigger. Obviously had no intention of firing. He also had a electrostaff on his back, must be real important.
“Show me your identification” he growled. Just then a droid landed on his shoulder, the same droid that was watching Bo Katan as she went through the alleys. That’s how he found her.
“I don’t have it” she told the commander. She heard a strong sigh from inside the helmet.
“And why not?” She felt his eyes burning through helmet and into her emerald eyes. His tone was half aggressive and half filled with charm. It was… odd.
“Because I think I should be able to walk these streets without having to give my identification to some mugs” her snappy comeback was noted and not appreciated by the purge trooper. The grip on his weapon strengthened. The droid flew of his shoulder and then began hovering around her, she tried to swat the droid away but a cough from the Commander was a clear indication to stop.
“Remove the bag” he ordered her but she did put up some resistance.
“Why?”
“Ma’am we are looking for a criminal now, remove the bag!” He voice was a scary snarl but not enough to scare Bo Katan. She first removed the bag from one shoulder, the soldier still looked on intently, waiting. She removed the other side and carefully placed it to the ground but that didn’t stop the armour inside from rattling and blowing her cover.
For most imps that would be an instant searching of her bag, pat down, arrested and executed. But this imp clearly wasn’t ordinary.
“Remove your hood and mask!” Another order. She was already sick of them. But this one she was far from wanting to comply. Her hand was prepared to quickly pull out and fire into the Jedi hunter. “I won’t ask a second time, miss” and yet another snarl. A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of disobeying him, despite Bo Katan finding this situation humorous, worrisome and tense, she had to admit that this clone knew how to strike fear into his victims.
She quickly removed the blaster from under the cloak. But she was too slow as the soldier rushed forward and used the end of his blaster to knock the weapon from her hand as he hit the wall. She would follow up with a man but it was futile. He had two weapons and a droid watching her every move, not to mention the strong durable armour he carried on him. “I won’t ask again, darling” she knew when to accept defeat.
She glared at him as she pulled the mask down from infront of her face and then followed by pulling back her hood. She was expecting the trooper to have her in binders already and drag her to the imperials. But he didn’t say anything.
“What are you doing out so late?” He asked. She was beyond shocked that the soldier didn’t recognise her, unless he was doing it on purpose. But for now she would play along, what more could she loose.
“I’m meeting someone” the commander just shrugged and seemingly didn’t believe her.
“In robes with a weapon on you, bit dodgy” he was looking her straight into the eyes, he had to be toying with her. There was no way they could on for this long and not realise the wanted criminal he’s looking for.
“I’m waiting for…my master” she would rather say she’s a slave. Although it doesn’t perfect as slaves we’re definitely not allowed to carry weapons on them. Or probably be out this late and meeting up with her master, like a slave would want to come back.
“Pykes aren’t really slavers, but I’ll listen. Why and how does your master trust you to be by yourself” he wasn’t believing a word that spilled from her lips. It was an unlikely story and normally Bo Katan is a pretty decent liar but at this moment in time she is feeling incredibly tense and nervous. Her mind is constantly buzzing with the thought of what may happen to her clan.
“We have a close bond” the purge trooper let out a last sigh. He was done, she stuck out more then an alien on the upper levels of Taris.
“Sure. I’m gonna have to take you with me. Find out who you really are” he stomach dropped. She was so close. She couldn’t be caught now. The the man began walking towards her, he pulled some binder from his belt. Prepared to place them on her wrists.
“Wait!” She called as he stopped not even a meter from her. The red visor burned into her eyes as he was expecting and awaiting for an excuse. But unlike most imps, he paused and actually listened to what she had to say. “I’ll do anything” she was getting desperate. She was willingly to do anything to get out of this, it wasn’t for her, it was for her and her people.
“Anything?” He questioned. And she already didn’t like where this was going or where the dirty bastard’s mind was wandering off to.
“Anything” she repeated to the soldier. He let out a low mumble, so quite that he didn’t even understand what he said. He circled her, inspecting her. She was worried sex would be the thing he wanted, it was imperial type thing to do. And even after it, he’ll still take her in anyway. But he’s been fairly lenient so far.
She pulled back her robes a bit, giving him a suggestion.
He went behind her and turned his head side to side at the undercover young mandalorian warrior. “Little skinny, ain’t ya” his hand slapped her on the arse as her eyes her emerald eyes widened. She jumped forward and raised her hands up in front of her face, ready to attack the purge trooper. He let out a low laugh.
“Touch me again like that and you’re dead” she hissed at the soldier. But he seemed unfazed by her threat although it was impossible to tell due to her helmet.
“Why, you clearly had no gripes with what you did to Ahsoka Tano” he mocked with a gruff laugh. Her eyebrows were raised at the soldier. Despite the voice being changed to be deeper because of his helmet, she could hear a hint of a recognisable voice. A clone.
“How did you know about that?” She scowled at the clone, the purge trooper lowered his weapon from her and rested it on the ground, like a walking stick. The droid also came and sat on his shoulder, nestling in comfortably on his shoulder like a shyyyo bird atop a giant wroshyr tree.
“Commander CC-2224, clone wars veteran and former 7th sky corp marshal commander. Everything comes back to me. And this…” he lifted up his hand and made a gesture towards the prowler droid in his shoulder “is Switch” the droid cooed at Bo Katan, she just stared blankly at the machine “Lady Bo Katan, what are you doing here?” So he did know, it did seem unlikely that he wouldn’t recognise and now that Bo think about it, was definitely wishful thinking.
“That’s none of your business” the clone nodded at her, he understood so he inquired no further.
“Fair. But I need you to come with me” she shook her head wildly at the clone commander, no way would she do that.
“Never” she growled and now CC-2224 lifted his blaster from the ground and while he didn’t aim it and her, his finger was edging towards the trigger.
“Don’t worry! You ain’t going to the bucket heads. Instead I asked for a favour. Something that a warrior of your skill set should be able to solve with ease” she didn’t say anything she just waited for the clone to continue. This was better then dying, she supposed. “My friend, Boil is name is, was captured by Gerrera’s partisans”.
Bo Katan struggled to find sympathy for his friend “for good reason, I presume”.
“No actually. Bastards snagged him while on a patrol, rest of the patrol found dead. Probably beating him to death as we speak” the clone seemed genuinely worried for his friend as his voice went from the rough, deep, intimidating voice of a monster to a softer, gruff voice of a man.
“Why me?” The clone let out a small laugh.
“Because everyone else I know is dead. And I’m hunting you right now, so I thought why not get some pretty girl to help me along the way. You help me and I let you go and you can’t say no as I have the blaster” Bo Katan still wanted to reject his request but she knew what it was like to have everyone in your life gone, wiped off the face of the galaxy. She lost her sister, her nephew. But she still has her people and this man is giving her a chance, so why not take it.
She lowered her fists and underneath the helmet the clone gave a smirk “where?” She asked.
“Carlion” he replied.
“Fine, but you keep your hands to yourself” she warned the clone, CC-2224 shrugged at her.
“Of course, but please, I prefer Cody. I’m sure you’ll come around to me. It will just take…time” she just stared the clone as he picked up her bag full of armour, somehow it made even less sound with him carrying it. “You’ll need this” he handed her the bag and she took it in a snatch.
“Let’s get going, Cody” she told the clone. He smiled and placed his rifle on the back over the his opposite shoulder to the elector staff and over the top of it too.
“Of course, Bo Katan”.