Odd Bounty

Bounty Claimed

Heryns wanted out...the credits weren't worth it, not anymore. Not when there were two Mandalorians involved. He wanted to live long enough to spend his money and if he stayed...he was going to die.

He's stayed alive this long by being a slippery snake and he'll continue to live.

The lights above him flickered and he caught movement out of the corner of his eye making him jump.

But nothing was there and he let out the breath he had been holding.

Then there was a tap on his shoulder and he froze, turning slowly to come face to face with Fett.

"Going somewhere?"

Heryns hand flew to the knife at his belt but Fett was faster and brought the gaffi stick across his face, sending him spinning into the wall beside him. He hit hard, bouncing off and crumpling to the floor.

He tried scrambling back from him until he turned onto all fours and pushed himself to his feet. He had to get away.

His run was cut short as a tether wrapped around his calves as he fell to the floor again, quickly turning his head at the last second to prevent himself from slamming his nose into the metal below him.

"Oh you're not going anywhere...time for a little talk, Heryns. You see I spent the last five years learning all the ways to kill a man with a gaffi stick. Lets see how many I remember."

And he yanked on the cord hard, ripping a scream from the man's throat, his hands violently trying to find purchase on the flat floor until his nails tore and bleed. Then a fist connects with his face as he turns around and he blacks out.

/ - / - / - /

Alarms were blaring around them, echoing throughout the metal halls loudly. They had to leave...quickly before more troopers showed up. But there was something he had to do.

He glared at 'Commandant' Brendol Hux...if he were to kill him here and now...it would just paint a bigger target on their backs. They didn't need that...she didn't need that as his gaze dipped down to the top of Telana's head, she was still pressing herself into his side, not looking at anything. He gently extracted himself from her and when she struggled in complaint he gripped her face and pressed his helmet to her forehead gently.

"Its okay, Telana. Nothing bad is going to happen...not anymore."

She nodded slowly. "Where is Boba?"

Din chuckled, "Tying off a loose end. And speaking of loose ends..."

He turned to face the man and squared his shoulders, pulling the spear from his back.

/ - / - / - /

He came to, and pain returned to his body. He looked around and found himself hanging upside down. His hands were surprisingly free and he brought them up to his face, wincing at the tender bruising he only lightly touched. One eye was completely closed as he couldn't see out of it. His bottom lip was nearly torn in two and he was drooling a mix of blood and spit down onto the floor below.

A green and red helmet stepped into view and he recoiled viciously, throwing his hands up to cover his face.

"No! Please...I'll...I'll leave..." He gurgled then coughed, spitting blood onto himself.

He chuckled darkly, "Now why would I do that?"

Heryns cried out as the gaffi stick struck him in the side, feeling ribs break from the impact.

"You shouldn't have shot off the girl's arm."

Another strike and this time its his arm and it snaps, ripping a scream from his throat and the force of air through his torn lip sends blood spraying everywhere.