Love Across The Stars (Aayla Secura x Male Reader)

The Final Piece (Fin)

You stand in the middle of Watto's store. Looking around, you'd imagine it resembled its owners personality. Giant garbage heap. Unlike it's owner however,the junk in here still had a use. As you see the blue ball float around the counter. he rearranges a few things around before Bo steps up to the counter.

"So...to business." He utters.

"Yes, the droid. You'll find our payment well worth your while."She says looking down at the holopad she brought up between them.

As he looked at the screen he had seen the ten thousand credits. His eyes widened at the amount. He scratched his beard as he begins to calm down, his eyes revert to their original size, he regains himself, looking down at her with his usual superiority, raising his chin to her in arrogance.

"Ten thousand eh? well, if that's all this information is worth to you...I'm sure there are many who-" He begins.

"LISTEN HERE YO-" Bo interrupts. "Ten thousand is what we have. It is the agreed amount.Take it or lave it." she sneers. Absolutely fuming.

He gazes back in suprise,shocked at her outburst.He raises his hands in defense, backing up slightly. He was about to speak, but a startling crashing noise came from behind one of the back  doors behind you, you all ducked slightly, you raising your hands to protect your head, and Bo had turned to face the door, gun pointed at the door frame.

"Oh what in the name of--"Watto face palms as he screams, "SHMIIIIIIIII!!!!"

"Get out here you stupid piece of thrash!" he continues to scream as he floats toward the door.

You look to the small door frame, a hunched over woman appears in the frame. She appears to be a middle aged human with dark hair, she ducked her face down so Watto could in fact beat at the back of her head.Him doing that made you very uneasy.Beating this poor woman, who mind you had raddy ass clothes on and long pants, probably attributed to her clumsiness.

"WHAT" slap.

"HAVE"slap.

"I" slap.

"TOLD"slap

"YOU!" slap

"I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry sir please I'm sorry" She pleaded, on the verge of tears.

"Shut up wench. And get that damn droid for our friends." He gestures his hand toward  you and Bo and grinned at  you.

Bo had walked over to you while he was waling on her, now standing to your side. You hated that you'd be affiliated with this overweight glob of grease. You just wanted the droid and to get out...Honestly?...Slavery. You knew it was a thing, but to witness such cruelty, that never happened on Mandalore...as far as you knew.

The crying woman looked to you and your heart sank, this woman, hunched over, basic grey shirt that looked like needed a de-greasing, long enough pants that she was walking on them, even holey at the bottoms and no shoes.Her hair was a mess, un-cared for  and her skin...Yeah she was worse for ware.

"Yes sir, right away sir". she hobbled back through the door frame as Watto turned back to the two of you.

"Sorry about my slave, she is on her way to being replaced." he sneered.

Bo scoffed.

You step forward, "Just give us our droid you halfwit"

"Woah woah, no need to get testy my friend" he raised his arms in defense.

"Blow it out your exhaust port skug" you layed a hand on your bow caster, hanging at your side, ensuring you ended the conversation.

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