The Final Bounty--Dark Bounty Part 2

Time to Go

Donal, the Trandoshan mechanic on Nar Shaddaa waited by his shop door as Raider came to rest on the small, weather-cracked landing pad. Donal had been an associate of Boba Fett's for years, aiding Boba in many of his endeavors, not the least of which was the ruining of The Keeper. Donal had become as much of a friend to Boba Fett as Boba was capable of. With that, Donal had also become like an uncle to Videsse.

The steam vents from the Firespray erupted in a dense cloud as the ramp descended. Videsse was the first to exit, almost hopping on her good leg. Her façade of arrogance snapped back into place, transforming her demeanor entirely from the moment she shared with Terrah. Terrah carried what was left of PZ-85, as she followed behind.

"Patch," Donal addressed. "Can't say I'm surprised to see you."

"You know I hate that name!" Videsse snapped.

Donal laughed. "Well, with all your names, that's the only one I know is safe to use. So, you'll have to deal with it."

Videsse huffed. "It's the only name that'll tick me off every time. But whatever, gimme a hand. Can't you see I'm injured?"

"Of course," he stammered. Donal quickly swept his arm under hers and helped her into the shop. "So, what else can I do for you? And who is that?" He pointed with his chin back at Terrah.

"You don't know Red Sun?" Videsse answered. "You know, the one that took out The Keeper."

Donal laughed to himself. "Oh, that one," he said not hiding his amusement. "Looks like you have gotten yourself into another mess then."

"Nothin' I can't handle," Videsse replied. "But I need you to check out Peezee. Please tell me you can fix him."

Donal set Videsse down on a chair and went to Terrah. "The kid give you a hard time?" he asked with a large tooth-filled grin.

"You have no idea," Terrah replied as she set PZ-85 down on a workbench.

"I think I do," Donal answered. "Droid!" he called out and a small maintenance droid scurried in from a back room. It examined PZ-85 and unclasped PZ-85's head. The droid then scampered to the back room with the head.

"It looks like his memory center was physically undamaged, but my maintenance droid needs to run some diagnostics for surge damage. From the look of it, he'll probably need a whole new body, harness, and fuel cell."

"Do whatever it takes," Videsse said.

"You know I will," Donal replied.

"And I need a new ship, too. What'd'ya got?" Videsse asked.

"Still trying to get rid of the Vigilance; that SS-64 we got from the First Order. The one that Sith Lady supposedly flew. Pretty good shape if you want that."

"I'll take it," Videsse said. She reached into her belt pouch and produced a handful of red gems, tossing them on the table. "I'm afraid I don't have credits on me, but that oughta do. It is a used ship, you know."

Terrah's eyes widened at the sight of the gems. "Amaralite gems? Where did you get those?"

Videsse shrugged her shoulders. "Just 'cause I didn't get Gabril's droid, doesn't mean there wasn't something to get outta the job. There was a crate in the Blood Krayt's hold full of them."

Terrah laughed, reached into her belt pouch, and produced a handful as well. "I know."

Videsse nodded and smiled behind her helmet. "I guess you're not as incompetent as I thought."

"I think you'll do alright, Ohara," Terrah replied. "You sure you don't want me to stick around a bit."

"Nah," Videsse answered meekly. "Can't have you knowin' where my den is. You understand."

"I get it," Terrah replied with disappointment. "Boba taught you well."

They stared at each other a moment. Terrah wanted to tell her everything, or at least tell Videsse who she was. She faltered and finally said, "If I see you around, listen to me next time I tell you it's time to go." Terrah turned and left without waiting for Videsse's reply.