"No. We can't do this! It's only a child, Mando!"
"We took that job, we did it and now we're getting payment. That's all."
"Fine. Go and forsake this child to become their pet or test subject. But I will take no part in this. You're in this alone, M...
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SLEEP didn't come easy for Velia. Once they threw her inside her cell and she regained her consciousness, she couldn't stop thinking about what happened.
On one side, Velia wanted to jump from joy at the thought of getting out of here. She was so thankful that Din is really trying to get her out, no matter the cost. And she felt incredibly warm at the thought of being with the child again, playing with his big green ears and feeling his bright aura.
But on the other, she felt so conflicted. Logically she knew that Din did what he had to to get her out and stop Euvon from killing them both. But there was that... darkness inside her, that told her that Din wants her to be his slave. That he wants to have power over her. All he wants is a weapon. And she's that weapon.
With a deep sigh she sat down near one of the walls, hands covering her face. Oh how she missed her mask. If she had it no one would see her vulnerable face and scared eyes, instead they would focus on the fearless and scary bounty hunter. The sarcastic and deadly V and not the weak and ugly Velia.
The doors snapped open and as always a couple of guards burst in, grabbing Velia roughly from the ground. She was dragged to the dressing room, where women working there prepared her.
Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, which was secured by a golden metal band and later braided. As the women turned away, Velia tugged two strands so that they fell in front of her face. The women sighed and one of them moved to fix it, only for Velia to grab their wrist and glare at her.
"Leave it" she said, her voice low and dangerous.
The woman nodded in fear and Velia let go of her hand, as others continued on working as if nothing happened.
Soon she left the room, in the same golden and red outfit that the Grand Master made her wear in the throne room. Her lips were fully painted red, as her eyes were covered by a red painted stripe that went also through her nose horizontally.
She walked by one of the rooms that were leading towards the arena, when she heard someone call out to her.
"V!"
Velia stopped shortly, ignoring the guard who was tugging at her leash, as she turned to see Mando standing in one of the rooms. Metal bars not letting him exit to the hallway where she was.
"Mando..." she whispered, when suddenly the guard tugged harshly at her leash causing her to groan, as the collar was digging into her flesh. Glaring at him she gripped the chained leash and tugged him towards her, saying "Let me into that room"
The guard laughed at her and backhanded her harshly as the other guards chuckled, while the Mandalorian was struggling against the metal bars, cursing in Mando'a.
"You won't order me, slave " the guard snarled.
Velia wiped the blood from her nose and glared at his ugly human face, her anger spiked dangerously and there was a sudden and dark shift around her, as she hissed " You. Will . Let. Me. Into. That. Room "
