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So, colors, ‘coz I promised.
Uggh if I’d be allowed to tie this man’s shoelaces I’d be a happy person. (Because who needs self-respect anyway 🥲)
Damn I hate doing backgrounds/objects, and it shows lol
I've decided that I'm allowed to post progress. Maybe, in the meantime, I'll get better at taking pictures of future updates!!
That would be rad.
Anywho, this was inspired by a typo I made during a conversation with a friend. We got on the topic of Star Wars and I accidentally typed Cad Babe instead of Cad Bane. And I wondered what Cad Babe would look like.
Also, the moment I get better at coloring, this dress is going to be a FINE SHADE OF RED.
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@thebluevipersden You have ruined me. RUINED.
I used Nareid as my stand-in instead of Yenem because Yenem wouldn't be caught dead in a servant position, being Twi'lek and all. But Nareid... what a lucky lady.
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Cad Bane stalked back onto his ship The Justifier in a foul mood.
He had allowed himself to get carried away, had given in to cheap provocations and brawled in the dust like a hotheaded bluehorn.
He growled and hit the button on the service panel to close the ramp and signal his droid TODO to take off before slumping onto one of the storage crates.
He had failed.
In so many ways he hadn’t achieved what he came for in Jabba’s palace.
He, kriffing Cad Bane, had walked right into a trap.
It was a good one, he had to admit.
But he had become a Hutt enforcer for some internal family issues to buy his and the woman's liberty - without getting paid.
He bared his teeth, seething at the thought of it.
And after getting played by Jabba like a good damn Bes’bev he had lost his calm due to some Jango clone kid.
Even lost his hat somewhere ‘cause of it.
It’s been a long time since that happened due to a fight.
Damn shame.
It was a good hat.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Her voice washed over him, like water cleaning away all the sand and dirt on his clothes and skin. She peeked through the entrance into the storage with a medi kit in her hands and a guarded expression.
He hummed noncommittally.
“Is that your blood?” she asked, stepping closer.
Bane looked down.
“Some.” he rasped while accessing his injuries
“Oh.”
He looked back up.
She stood there, with her hands clasping the medi kit as if holding onto a lifebuoy, unsure where else to put her hands or what to do, swaying slightly with her hips.
He couldn’t get enough of the sight of it.
Maybe this whole debacle of a rotation was worth it after all.
He extended his hand, reaching for the medi kit.
“‘Guess that’s for me, loth cat?”, he asked.
“Yes, TODO said you might need it.” she replied while passing the little pack on, her hands falling down to her sides without something to hold onto.
“Thank you.”
He studied her, unsure what else to say.
She stared back. More of that slight swaying.
“Will you be alright on your own or do you need help with your wounds?”
He blinked in surprise.
“Your wounds.”, she repeated, “Will you be fine?”
Another blink.
Was she really offering to help him? To touch him? Or was it a feeling of obligation to help him after he saved her? Maybe pressure due to the situation she was in? The thought of adding to her miseries made his skin crawl and he had to suppress his shivering.
“ ‘Suppose I’ll be fine.”
A strange expression flared over her face before the same guarded, polite one met his gaze.
“Alright.” she nodded and turned, leaving him alone in the cargo hold.
“Wait!”
The word came out of his mouth before he could say something. Treacherous syllabes snapping at her to make her stay a little longer.
Her body swayed back towards him. Like the branches of a young tree or grass in the wind. Familiar eyes expectantly looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
“Errrr, tell TODO to set course back to Nar Shaddaa.”
X
Following Bane’s instructions, TODO set course for Nar Shaddaa. You wondered why you traveled all the way from there only to turn around and fly right back to the infamous smugglers moon.
Clumsily you stumbled through the ship, not entirely sure what to do with yourself or where to go from here. TODO was not exactly the droid to hang around with. And being close to Cad was complicated.
The sight of him bloodied, angry and - something that maybe if you would allow yourself to feel that kind of sympathy for the bounty hunter - could pass as dejected, had been hard on you.
No, better to keep to yourself and avoid him as much as possible.
He was after all a possible danger to you.
Your resolution to stay away from Cad Bane crumbled about an hour later.
“Hungry?”, he asked with that familiar rasp in his voice, peeking into “your” bunk room.
“Not really but I can keep you company.”
Kriff, why did you never think before speaking?
He growled before turning around and walking to the little kitchen area.
You got up from the bunk and followed him, settling at the little table.
With his usual pragmatic movements he moved around to prepare his meal before settling in front of you, setting down a bowl and two hydropacks on the table.
“Drink.”, he semi-ordered while digging into his own meal.
“I’m not-”
He growled disapprovingly. “Ya’ were outside on Tatooine. Planets harsh on humans and ya’ kind dehydrates quickly.”
“Alright.” You picked up the hydropack to take a few polite sips before setting them down again and watched Bane demolish his meal at lightspeed.
“How are your wounds?”
He looked up.
“I’ll be fine. Bacta doing its work. When we reach Nar Shaddaa I’ll be healed up.”
You considered his words while eying Bane’s wounds.
In his clean set of clothes, new slightly smaller brimmed hat and dressed wounds he looked fine, maybe a bit tired. But not as worryingly beaten as he had when he had returned to the ship. It had made you feel-
No. Not thinking about that.
“What happened on Tatooine?”, you asked instead.
Bane leaned back, putting down the cutlery into the already empty bowl before answering. “Krayt shit. That’s what happened.”
“Poetic and Precise.”
He shook with his head as if he rolled his big red pupiless eyes. His hat accentuating the movement.
“I talked to Jabba. He agreed to arrange to lift the bounty off of me.”
“That’s great news.” You sipped nervously on the hydropack.
“However, Jabba wants ma’ help to find someone.”
“Isn’t that good? That is kind of your expertise, right?”
Bane bared his teeth, hissing the next words with as much displeasure as you had ever seen him display. “He wants me to find someone for free and if I fail, we likely both die.”
“Oh.”
You froze, his words suddenly seeping in.
“Wait. Me too? Jabba the Hutt - THE Jabba the Hutt knows about me? I thought I’m only in danger from other bounty hunters kidnapping me?!”
“Not anymore.” he growled.
“Why?” You sipped nervously from the hydropack, suddenly wishing for something stronger, “I am no one, absolutely unimportant. I’m not saying this to belittle myself but in the grand scheme of things I do not matter! I’m a server from Outer Rim Trask, an ordinary Nabooian wandering the galaxy. I’m not rich or powerful or exceptionally dangerous.”
“Congrats, ya’ are now. Looks like Bossk, Aurra and that kid mentioned ya’ connection to Jabba.”
You took one last big sip from your hydropack to force your body to concentrate on other things than the building feeling of dread, doom and panic before slamming the empty pack down on the table.
“Kriff.”
“Ya’ say it.”
You stared down at the plasti table. Little dents from slammed down plates and stains from the etching cleaning acid. The longer you stared down, the more you saw. A tear there, a scratch here. The most ordinary yet captivating sight you could bear to see.
“Are ya’ okay?”
You looked up. Cad Bane leaned forward, his eyes dark red and familiar.
You swallowed down all you couldn’t handle and nodded at him.
He frowned.
“Listen, ya’ must feel outa’ ya’ dept. But this is a solvable problem.”, he smirked, “I am somewhat of a professional in regards to hunting. I dare say the best. And then we are off the hook.”
You forced a smile.
“Jabba wants to solve a family matter. I just get that damn target to him and off we go. Gonna be over in no time.”
You eyed him skeptically. Was he trying to comfort you?
“Ya’ can start thinking about where you wanna go and what ya’ wanna do after this little-”
He paused, searching for the right word.
“Disaster?”, you offered.
“Fine”, he growled, “Disaster. Gotta agree to that. But a survivable one.”
You licked your lips, summoning all your courage, even more than you had when you torched that cantina on Nar Shaddaa.
“Cad, will I survive this?”
He looked at you, holding your gaze for a moment before speaking: “Yes, ya’ will survive this. I’ll make sure.”
X
Nar Shaddaa was as impressive as always. the pulsing ecumenopolis a terrifyingly beautiful sight as The Justifier made its way through the many ships orbiting the Smuggler's Moon. You sat in the Co-pilot's seat while Bane piloted the ship with a concentrated expression. He looked better now. With the bacta healing him up the past rotations and sporting several complicated pieces of armor & weaponry Bane looked ready to take on half of Nar Shaddaa personally. With a last glance on his instruments he engaged the landing procedure protocols and made the descent down to the moon's surface.
You clenched your teeth in silence, waiting for the unpleasant feeling of the changing atmospheric pressure to subside. Flying really wasn’t your shot of spotchka.
Staying silent and keeping to yourself was something you had practice in now. The last standard rotations in hyperspace had been marked by an unsteady and ever shifting amount of hope, fear, paranoia and shameful episodes of desire.
Despite Cad’s promise you did not count on surviving this, mentally preparing yourself to get killed in the crossfire of Hutt and bounty hunter business even if you chose to believe Cad’s reassurance to keep you alive. And how believable was that statement coming from a man who made a living capturing and killing people?
Yet he was something that could pass as kind to you - asking in his raspy deep voice if you slept well, making sure you ate, showed you how to maintain the blaster you had borrowed from him to fight that anxiety you felt since having been dragged away from Trask. It would have been charming if you weren’t terrified of it all, constantly asking yourself if it was a trick.
A part of you was falling for it. You fought it. Pushing down all you could not deal with now had become as much of a habit as staying vigilant and secluded. But you weren’t a good fighter. Over and over again you caught yourself staring at him, enjoying your shared meals, remembering the feeling of his skin on yours.
You felt yourself going hot at the thought of it, like you had as a teenager back on Naboo when the older neighborhood kids walked past your house in harvest season with their bodies sweaty and tired from working in the fields, shimmering in the moonlight.
You swallowed to equalize the pressure in your ears.
“Nearly down.”, Cad Bane rasped as if he cared.
You kept silent, waiting for The Justifier to touch down.
After what felt like at least a coruscanti standard hour the ship touched ground with a soft jolt before going still.
Cad grumbled something about the traffic before turning towards you.
“I gotta go to an information broker for a first lead on our target.”, the Duros explained, “Will ya’ be fine on ya’ own? Taking ya’ with me would put more of a target on ya so I figured ya bedda stay here if that’s fine with ya’?”
“You are leaving me here alone?”, you tried to sound casual and not excited. You could leave. Run away and hide forever from Jabba and the bounty hunters, taking some gear with you and having enough of a lead that even Bane would have a hard time catching you. This was your moment to escape and vanish forever.
“It’s not like ya can fly off without me. Ya not much of a pilot.”
You grimaced.
“You think I would take The Justifier for a spin around Nar Shaddaa? With that kind of traffic? I’d rather just wait for you to return.”
“Good. Have ya blaster on ya and stay inside. Let TODO handle the rest.”
Kriff. The Droid.
“I’ll leave it to them to tell everyone interested about them actually being a techno service droid and not a - “ You gesticulate in the air.
“Sound strategy.” Bane replied drily and rose from his seat.
He raised his long fingers to his face and gave you a short nod before leaving you alone.
You stayed, trying to collect your thoughts while you waited for Cad to leave.
First you needed to get rid of the droid, then you could back up some useful stuff before finally leaving for good.
You could do this.
X
No one paid attention to Bane as he made his way through Nar Shaddaa. He looked just like so many other bounty hunters and mercenaries pacing through the many back alleys and streets, minding their business.
The strange thing about places like Nar Shaddaa was that they were relatively safe as long as one stayed in their lane. Every bounty hunter, thief or other loose criminal element needed a place to do business in a somewhat safe space. And so events like his littl’ loth cat lady torching up a cantina were a rare occurrence. Another good reason to leave her behind on the ship, hidden and safe.
Bane wondered if it had been the right decision to just keep her on the ship and let him handle the hunt instead of burdening her with any of it. The past rotations she had been withdrawn and reserved, talking to him and giving him short little smiles only to withdraw with eyes jittering around as if expecting danger at any moment. For a brief second he considered her being afraid of him. An uncomfortable thought yet worryingly plausible.
He turned a corner and stepped through one of the many inconspicuous doors into a well kept little stop. A neatly dressed human stood behind a counter, busy with arranging little sweets and tiny cakes before looking up and giving Bane a toothy grin.
“Bane!”, they called out, putting down a little muffin topped with a slice of sugar meiloorun on an etagere, “Haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?”
“Sera, ya look well. I see ya renovated”, Bane replied while lifting his hat in greeting.
“Yes yes, I sell chocolates now. It’s a better cover for the business off Nar Shaddaa. Care for some pralines?” Sera moved around the counter to type a notifying ‘Sorry we are closed’ on the shop's doors before leading the taller Duros into a well kept little seating area. The word chiqué and picturesque crept up somewhere from Banes memory.
“No, thank ya.”
“What? The infamous Cad Bane is too manly to enjoy some chocolate?”
Bane rolled with his eyes while sitting down on a chair with a fluffy cushion, a nearly invisible feat with his big red pupils would it not be for his hat accentuating his head's movement.
“Only pretentious innercore humans gender food. The rest of the galaxy got bedda things to do. Chocolate tastes like bantha shit for all Duros due to the cocoa. That’s all.”
Seras' eyes twinkled with tease. “Maybe pack something for that human girlfriend you are rumored to have then?”
“Funny.” Kriff.
Sera leaned back like a lazy tooka after having a particularly good piece of Aiwha. “It is a funny rumor, Bane. You and some random human? A little no one in the galaxy you care about? The cold blooded killer and the maiden? Come on! It’s so kitsch that I had a good chuckle the first time I heard Bossk and Aurra tell it. But it’s a good story. It sticks. Romantic even. Bossk and Aurra knew what they were doing when they crafted that little tale to get that mysterious bounty on your head, right? ”
“Right.”, Bane pressed the words through his teeth. Ya littl’ pieces of shit.
“Buuuuut it’s just a rumor, right?”, Sera continued with a very pleased looking expression, “Guess, Bossk and Aurra found a new way of teasing you, old man. Just funny stuff.”
“I’m immensely humored.”, Bane replied flatly.
“I can see that.” Sera grinned. “So, no chocolate?”
“No chocolate.”
Ya enjoying this too much, Sera. Ya lucky I need a good information broker like ya.
Sera stopped grinning.
“What can I do for you then, friend?”
“Ya not ma friend, but ya can tell me a bit about a person called Sy Snootles.”
Sera froze in surprise before throwing their head back in a loud delighted laugh.
Bane crossed his arms in front of his chest. This was not going as expected.
“Bane!” the broker gasped between giggles, “You don’t need an information broker like me for that. Is that a joke? Or are you getting funnier and funnier with age?”
Bane made a noncommittal grunt.
Sera huffed a few times to get their laughing back under control before continuing.
“Every kid from the block or cantiana regular can tell you about her. Sy Snootles is a star. She is one of the few Pa'lowick that had galaxy wide success with her music. How can you not know THE popstar of our time? Her face is plastered everywhere.”
Maybe I should have told loth cat about the target. She would have known. Saved myself some credits and traveling here.
Bane cleared his throat.
“I’m too busy to pay attention to da newest subspace transceiver bop. Besides, it all sounds da same. Don’t tell me ya know where this Sy Snootles is, too?” He tried to sound casual as if he didn’t mind being called old and out of the loop.
“Of course I do.” Sera snorted, “Snootles currently performs at Gardulla’s palace on Nal Hutta.”
Bane tapped with his fingers against the table. He knew Gardulla. He had worked for the Hutt elder before. As a Hutt council member Gardulla had the means to employ basically anyone she wanted to, may it galaxy wide known bounty hunters or superstars. Maybe it was his lucky day and he could just stride right into her palace and take this Snootles away. Or maybe Gardullas guards remembered him well enough to shoot him on sight and claim the bounty on his head. That wouldn’t be so much of a lucky day.
Maybe loth cat…
No. He had to find another way.
Bane grumbled a “thanks” and rose from his seat.
“Oh don’t mention it. This one’s on the house as a thank you for the good laughs. Besides, I can’t bill a clueless romantic like you. You know - morals.”
“What a convenient moment for you to have morals.”, Bane growled.
At least it was for free.
“I doubt you mind a bargain, Bane. Until next time when you give me a challenge.”
Bane paused.
“I do have a smaller task for ya. But it's not a challenge.”
Sera raised his left eyebrow, waiting expectantly.
“On Trask is a Twi’lek technician going by the name Luna. I would appreciate ya keeping tabs on them.”
“Oh, what an odd request. Who is that?”
“A technician. Repaired ma droid once and I wanna know how they got dat skill and who else they work for. I like ta be on da save side.”
A little simple lie but good enough.
“And I thought that’s your mysterious lady.”, Sera uttered with playful disappointment while reaching for the holopad on the counter, “I’ll do that and send you updates when I have something. With a bill of course.”
Bane suppressed another eyeroll before turning towards the door of the little cozy chocolate shop.
At least something here that wasn't a waste of time. Loth cat might be pleased to know how her friend on Trask is doing.
“So long, Sera.”
X
You stalked through The Justifier, mentally writing a checklist of everything you were about to grab on your escape.
Meal kits, bacta, that blaster, maybe some credits if you could find some, some spare clothes…
A solid list.
Better than last time.
Last time you ran away from a kid, not from apparently the best bounty hunter in the galaxy.
Not from Bane.
TODO was busy somewhere deep in the ship. Quickly you moved around, packing what you could grab in a large bag you found before making your way to the bunkroom to grab some clothes. Banes clothes. Cads clothes.
You took a short not too ridiculously outdoorsy west in red. This was urban Nar Shaddaa after all and not some barely populated planet.
Quickly you stuffed it into your bag and left the whole thing on your bed.
Now, you only had to get rid of TODO.
That sounds murderous.
You shivered at the thought of using violence.
As much as TODO was a homicidal menace it was just a little droid. A little pile of parts and sensors with a definitely broken personality core.
Something was wrong with this droid but you weren’t the one to deal with that today.
You creeped down into the machine room where TODO was tasked to work on the hyperdrive. The little droid hummed while working, a clearly happy techno service droid doing techno service things. You looked around. A huge set of tongs peaked out of the toolbox on the floor. Heavy and solid and within your reach. With them you could not just temporarily disable TODO. You could tear the droid into shreds. Probably, and with a bit of will and dedication, you could turn every remnant of TODO into dust and obliterate any evidence from the droid's existence. You could rain down revenge-
Wow. No.
Quietly, you locked the door to the engine room from the outside instead.
TODO hummed happily on.
Carefully you creeped back to the bunkroom for your stuff.
Now you just had to leave.
You shouldered the back and — stopped.
Why did you do this?
Because I was assaulted, kidnapped, threatened because of Cad Bane.
He did not do that.
But he attacked me.
His Duros physiognomy drove him to bite you which he explained and apologized for.
He is still a dangerous man.
The inner voice stayed silent.
See! I have to go, right? Right? I HAVE to go.
Right.
X
The little box under his arm was warm and emanated a lovely smell of spicy corellian noodles and fried plant protein bites. Bane's stomach grumbled. Sera had teased and tested him with it. But the Duros liked the idea of bringing back a treat to The Justifier. Spending rotations holed up on a ship only to be left behind and not stepping much outside when being planetside, was harsh even if it was to keep her safe.
Maybe a good meal would cheer her up.
The landing platform was deep under the artificial surface of the Nar Shaddaa urban sprawl. He took a few elevators down, made an extra round to lose any possible pursuer and even surveyed one of the nearest passageways before making his way to the ship.
The lighting was out but it didn’t matter.
With his Duro eyes he could make out her frame cowering on the entrance ramp to recognise her instantly.
His nose picking up her smell - no, blood!
She shifted, lifting her head from her curled up position onto her knees. In the twilight of the far away neon signs he could make out that she had cried. A bag was next to her together with the blaster he had given her and one of his jackets.
She had packed to run away. Just like Jango.
Cad felt as if something in him broke, painful and silent.
She had tried to run away from him. He had tried everything to keep her safe and she had feared him so much that she had attempted to flee.
Had. She was still here.
A lesser man might have given in to the rising feelings of disappointment and shame. A lesser man might have allowed for those things to turn into hatred against himself. Against her.
But he wasn’t one.
He was Cad Bane and if he had to take the hard route he would do so and learn from his mistakes instead of being bitter and broken for years again.
He took a deep breath.
Another.
He thought about all the things he could and should say, considering if he actually was able to voice all the things he thought and felt. It was too much.
He stepped onto the platform, intentionally stomping loudly to not startle her and draw attention to his presence.
She turned her head. Just staring blankly at him, not getting up.
He stopped before the ramp.
“Ya went outside”, he rasped.
“Yes.” Her voice was clear. There was no denying or lying to him. They both knew she had come out to run away.
“I got food. Would ya like to stay outside a bit longer? Be a bit on ya own?”
It was as if those were the only words his mind could conjure. Everything else being terrifyingly impossible. As if asking her if she wanted to leave, could materialize that reality. Just telling her that she always was free to go and that he never would stop her to do so, was impossible to pour into speech. He was sure his attempt itself would draw her away.
She looked to the side as if considering his question before getting up.
He waited, unable to move.
“No, let’s get inside, Cad.”
XXXX
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