Din woke with a start, his hand already reaching for the blaster at his side.
The interior of his own quarters greeted him. It was silent, aside from his heavy panting his helmet and Valda's shallow breaths from the bed.
Valda
Those dreams- those memories- those had not been his. His skin crawled and he shuddered. It had felt so real, as if everything they had done had happened to him too. He looked over at her sleeping form, skin pale in the harsh lighting. His stomach twisted.
What they had done to her. Over and over again. The brutality, the utter lack of humanity- they had drugged her and beat her within an inch of her life. What kind of a person lived to see others in pain for fun?
His hands clenched so tightly into fists and he fought the sudden urge to throw something- anything. His anger coursed through him like a raging river. He'd known the Hutt Cartel was thriving off the slave trade. But he never could have fully guessed the extent of the horrors that occurred in the underbelly of Nar Shaddaa. Din had no idea what went on in the shadows, in the back rooms of those clubs.
Until now.
He shook his head with disgust and rose from his seat. Valda's skin was still cold to touch but she seemed to be slowly improving. He tucked the blankets tighter around her before leaving the room.
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The Art of Chaos and Darkness
FanfictionHe's the best bounty hunter in the parsec and she's his most valuable mission yet... After returning Grogu to the Jedi, Din is alone once again. He takes one last job with the promise of enough credits for him to never have to accept another bounty...
