Boundless

Crash Course Serenade

"You sound... displeased, brother. Care to share why?"

Lar'jar was enjoying this a bit too much for Ah'kaedh's taste. The older brother had a mean streak - he enjoyed toying and peeving people, but not at random, no. The Medic liked to watch people squirm and struggle with their dilemmas, especially when they were in the wrong.

A jerk, in other words. Ah'kaedh should have known better than to bring his brother along. Their relationship prevented the Enforcer to simply tell the older Yautja to fuck off or use his fists to make the Medic cease to purposefully step all over his toes.

"Just more convinced I found the right ooman".

"Oh, how come?", the light-hearted tone on the Medic's voice spoke volumes about how much he was having fun at Ah'kaedh's expense right now.

(Lar'jar had fully expected his brother's foul mood to be directly related with the skull business going sideways, but oh well, he was in for a treat).

"Fucking unpredictable lunatic", the Enforcer grumbled, almost as if cursing the Girl and not talking with his brother.

"Let's hear it, brother".

The Hunter had no idea how to even begin to explain how much that tiny pest had the ability to exasperate every cell in his body with her craziness. First, it had been how insanely diligent and careful she had been around him - and Paya guard him, Ah'kaedh never thought he would fault someone for being either diligent or careful.

Then, it was the chatter. She would not leave him alone, and the Hunter had no idea (even today) if it was her insistence on addressing him or the fact that teeny tiny thing actually entranced a centuries-old-enforcer with her nonsense that drove him nuts.

Later, her naivety (or rather, a protective side of his personality that he had no idea it even existed to begin with) regarding her personal safety.

Ah'kaedh could keep going, and oh Goddess, probably the most aggravating fact around it all was how much he actually enjoyed being annoyed by her. He fucking missed it. For decades.

But now?

That (supposed) doppelgänger had the same talent to poke at his wits, and she hadn't even addressed him directly.

That creature was the absolute bane of his existence.

(And that knowledge would be a banquet for his jerk of a brother).

"I'm following her, but if I didn't knew better, I would believe she used me as a guard dog".

Somewhere out there, close to Thedus orbit but hidden from oomans' surveillance systems, within a Yautjas' ship, Lar'jar shifted in his seat, properly intrigued:

"What?"

"She found my gift and proceeded to sleep for 8 hours".

What. The. Hell.

"Come again?"

Somewhere down in Thedus surface, a properly exasperated Enforced sighed his frustrations.

"I left the skull after she woke up, beside her bed, once she left the room. I was expecting her to flee... or I don't know... put herself in a position in which I could find an opening to approach her".

Since, you know, inventing an Alien join at your spaceship after waltzing into their Motel was not... advisable.

"Yes, tiring your prey", Lar'jar summarized.

"Well, I might have made it too obvious I would not allow others to hunt her down."

(Intercultural courtship would sure have some kinks).