It was strange, being back in District 13, not least because of the increased stormtrooper presence. For a brief moment in time, Luna and the Nexus had ruled Anaxe. They feared no one, came and went as they pleased. Now she felt like, well, exactly what she was. An interloper. A fugitive. Hunted. But it was worth the risk if she could get the answers she needed.
The night made finding her way in the winding streets slow, and she got lost more than a few times, but eventually she found the little farm goods store that was tucked away in the middle of one street, forced the lock thanks to one of Amoya's gadgets, and made her way inside.
Considering it was the headquarters of a gang, she expected more security, but there was no alarm, no security cams, no sound save for the sound of snoring. She waited for her eyes to adjust, then found the stairs to the next level, and made her way up. The snoring got louder with each step, and as she got up to the next floor, she understood why. There were several large Muun asleep on the floor. Guards, was her immediate thought, but then she corrected herself. Guards, yes, in that they were gang members. But they were Jorin's family too. Although she couldn't make out much detail of their faces, she recognised the profiles of Jorin's grandsons and granddaughters. Of course, they were poor, they couldn't afford housing for everyone. She remembered how her whole family used to sleep in the same room back home, when she was a kid. She should have realised, and she mentally chastised herself for not thinking about that sooner. With delicate, carefully placed footsteps, she made her way to the back room, where she figured Jorin would be. The bedroom door squeaked as it opened, but aside from a brief grunt from one sleeper, no one reacted. She closed the door behind her. There were no windows in this room, so her progress was much slower, taking extra care to not stand on a sleeping guard/family member, but it seemed that Jorin had this room to himself, and she sat on the edge of the bed, then rushed the lump that was the old Muun, reaching for his face, smothering his mouth before he could get a sound out. 'Not a word,' she growled as he kicked and flailed at her, but she had the element of surprise and the strength of youth on her side. 'Stop fighting, old man. You won't win,' she raised her voice just enough so that he could recognise her. He stilled. 'Very good. I'm here to talk, not for payback. Don't cause any trouble, and nothing bad will happen. Understand?' she felt Jorin nod and she relinquished her grip. She sat back, allowing him space to do the same.
'What do you want?' he whispered.
'I need answers.'
'You think I'll help you after you betrayed us?' his voice had an edge of anger to it.
'The Marauders betrayed us first. The Dawn does not take kindly to those who point blasters at us. As far as I'm concerned, whatever deal we had ended when they broke it,' she said it smoothly, a well practiced lie.
'That's not how they say it,' Jorin countered. 'They weren't best pleased you left them high and dry.'
'Did they come for you?' she asked, unable to control herself. She had little love for Jorin, but his family didn't need to suffer, and guilt tugged at her.
He shook his head. 'They were angry for a time, but I managed to convince them that we lost out as much as they did. No, it's you they don't like.'
Her shoulders sagged in relief, just for a moment before she steeled herself. 'They can hate us all they like. There's little they can do about it.'
'Don't be so sure,' he warned. 'I wouldn't be surprised if they were still watching me. Besides, I haven't decided whether or not I want to hand you in after you leave. One word, that's all it'll take.'
'You think so?' she put a dangerous edge to her voice, even as a cold sweat broke on her forehead. 'Then let's go,' she stood and reached blindly for the lamp on the bedside table, turning it on. They both blinked in the sudden harsh light, but Luna reacted first. 'Get up,' she pulled away the cover and pulled him roughly out of bed, marching him to the door. As the light spilled out of the bedroom, she was able to find the light switch and turned it on. The sleeping Muun came awake with groans of protest. She paid them no attention, instead marching Jorin to the window overlooking the street. A yell sounded out behind her as one quick witted grandchild realised what was happening. She ignored them. 'You think they're still watching? Go ahead, signal them.'
