Love Across The Stars (Aayla Secura x Male Reader)

I'm An Assassin

Shaak Ti POV:

We walked in, out of the rain into the clean and dry labyrinth of Topoca city. I stared at this Mandalorian as he walked in front of me, he seemed tense, looking all around. Must be some message. His armor was polished and shiny, maybe new armor. I figured I'd try strike a conversation with this man.

"Mr Sunrider, if I may. What is the nature of this message" I ponder tilting my head as if I'd be able to see into his visor. He looked away from me rubbing his neck. "Um...Uh...Well...It's...it's a private investigation Lama Su is doing." he stammered.Is he flustered? I pondered, in confusion. He's taller than me, his armor makes him look bigger, so he cant be physically intimidated by me? could he? what a strange man.

He does not speak for another while. Walking through the quiet hallways until a small squad of child clones pass us. He looks down at them as they pass. I wish I could read him, but that helmet isn't doing me any favors. I know they prefer to keep them on, but the way he keeps his reasons a secret , I've got a bad feeling about this. As my thoughts overwhelm me I seem to have missed what he said. Flustered, I shyly ask him to repeat.

"Are they really Mandalorian?" he asks. Looking at the ground. "They are made with the genes of Jango Fett. But they themselves are clones, not Mandalorians."I say.Trying to look at his visor."So...Which part of Mandalore do you come from."I try so start a conversation.

He stops as I walk ahead slightly, I notice he's behind me so I stop to turn to him. He never looked at me before but now, his visor is deadpan in my sights, he monotonously speaks after a pause. "I'd rather just get this message to Lama Su." He walks ahead once again. I was taken aback by his sudden boldness, flustered by it even. Before he seemed so shaky.

Before I could say anything, who else but Lama Su walks by." Good evening master Jedi. Who is this with you?" He asks. Looking down at the Mandalorian. He stared up at Lama, In defiance perhaps. There was a silence as they stared intently at each other. Then he spoke.

''I've been sent to deliver you a message from our mutual benefactor...sir.'' he deadpanned. Lama tilted is head in intrigue. "Oh?... Oh yes our...benefactor.... come with me." he leads the Mandalorian away leaving me to myself. I look on in confusion, but decide not to look too far into it.

Lama Su POV:

Oh no, If Dooku has sent this Mandolorion for me, something must be wrong.

(Y/N) POV:

You don't want to be here. First this shitty weather, then that togruta woman, the clone-no Mandalorian, you don't care what she says. The Mandalorian children. Now this guy. Is he sweating. You sigh, you don't care what Vizla is paying, nothing is worth this much. Why did there have to be a Jedi. Why a togruta off all races. You wonder if there was a bigger question, Why did Vizla say nothing of the Jedi?

"This way Mandalorian" Lama nervously mumbles as he almost dives into his room. You enter and see the large white wall to wall room with the basics. Bed, workspace and lounge area. Basic but in an oddly snazzy way. He leans over the desk staring at some papers intently, seemingly as if reading it will make you go away.

You silently and slowly begin to close the gap between you and him, brandishing your sword slowly pulling it out the sheath as to not startle your prey. As you close in his head raises again. "So...Dooku sent you?" He questions. Who the hell is Dooku? "No..." He swiftly turns in time for you to lunge at his neck. The only noise coming from him was a low gurgling followed by a satisfying thump.

You look down at the body as the blood redecorates the floor. GROSS! You take a few more seconds to look at your handy work, eventually tearing your eyes away to look at the papers on his desk.You lift some of the papers trying to decipher the weird pictures (math equations)