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[Making Demands Meme from @its-a-full-galaxy from Darius.]

“Look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?” ------------

It's not fair that her first instinct was to snap. It might be reasonable, given that she may not have disappeared in a puff of smoke but had been blown backwards by it for ... well, she'd find out later it was around a dozen yards. Not the kind of flying she enjoyed!

But none of that was Darius' fault, and she was probably - no, she was - lucky to have him there to check on her as she sprawled gracelessly in the dirt. He definitely didn't deserve the sharp edge of her tongue.

Instead she blinked at him, squinting, willing her eyes to focus before she took a shot (because she was, of course, going to take that shot) at getting up.

"Oh, stars. I can't believe you actually opened the door." And without a gun, no less! Truly the most baffling Mandalorian he'd ever met; perhaps his clan never told him he wasn't supposed to trust Jedi (Obi-Wan didn't feel he'd done anything to prove he was particularly trustworthy).

"Most people barricade it when they hear my voice," he barged in with all the grace someone could have while inviting themselves inside another person's ship. Obi-Wan loathed the impoliteness of dropping by unexpected—made even worse by his urgency and the even worse guests Darius would have should he have been spotted—and he most certainly owed the man a gift. Or just a healthy bribe.

T'Pring listened to his laughter and found it quite pleasant. From what she had gathered he was new to this sector and had no previous interactions with Vulcans. "There wasn't much I had to do, besides pointing out their illogical behaviour." More often than not, T'Pring was met with annoyance, because other species did not enjoy the Vulcan brand of bluntness. Many Vulcans believed that highly emotional species, like humans, lacked emotional maturity. Their volatile nature made them unpleasantly unpredictable. T'Pring wasn't too bothered by that, she deemed humans very fascinating. They may be ruled by their emotions, but they had the capabality to do good, and more often than not, they did. "I was merely being myself and that was enough to irritate them. They left eventually. I suppose one might consider this a victory."

However, as nice as it was that they'd made room for her, sleeping in it was... just not appealing. Echo hoped it was just the shock of everything and that the discomfort would go away soon, but for now, it was almost more comforting sleeping in the ammo closet of the Warmind, Rasputin's bunker. At least she knew what to expect... what was there and how to get out safely if she wanted...

Echo shook her head, marching her way to the hanger. Under her arm was the pillow and blanket that had been on the bed in the room she'd been assigned. Nope. She was on a space station in weird, alien space with the only connection to home being her ship and her ghost. She was NOT sleeping in a weird cot tonight. -- Echo-17

The ship was close to its night cycle. Activity had slowed down, the corridors were emptying out of beings, and the lights were visibly dimming toward lights-out. When the Exo passed by, a figure peeled away from its position along the wall where it had gone unnoticed and assumed a place at her shoulder.

"Problem with the room?"

It was thanks to the nature of Sith society that Talon took a liking to those who were strong. Aside from credits, strength and capability were the most reliable currency they dealt with. If she faltered even one moment, the weakness displayed could cost her her life. And if not her life then her standing with Krayt and her reputation.

Weakness was undesirable, but even though the Mandalorian had lost the fight and gotten captured, he was anything but meek and submissive. The anger he exuded was practically smoldering in the Force and she was very intrigued. There wasn't a single trace of fear in his eyes that stared at Krayt.

While Krayt and the aliens discussed payment, Talon made a resolve. She moved from his side behind him at the throne he was seated on to further to the front and got on her knee. "Master, I request that you give him to me." She mused that Krayt would have possibly killed him or used him as slave for labour, which would both be a great waste of the man's power.

"Be that as it may, it's effective." Not that Talon was overly fond of psychic compulsion. To a small, harmless degree yes. But anything beyond that was just cowardly. She had the power to force people into doing her bidding by raw strength alone and had no need for such subterfuge.

She watched him pay and found that calling him Mando would do for now. His name wasn't important in the grand scheme of things, and neither was hers. But since her Master had bestowed that name upon her himself, she took pride in it. From the moment he had declared her Sith, the name she had been born with died. "I'm Darth Talon."

Since their next goal was Nar Shaddaa, they best decide on how to travel. "The changeling knows my ship, but it has never seen yours before. I suggest that we travel with yours." Not only a tactical move but also a show of goodwill on her part. She was willing to continue this on his turf rather than hers.

His question did cause full lips to pull into a surprised smile. "It's not even noon yet and I've already ruined your life? I'm on a roll."

Working with Mandalorians wasn't something Talon did very often. There was a mutual distrust, though there was something different about this one. He was clearly not as vary of her as he should be and surprisingly respectful. It also helped that both of them had a similar sense of humour.

"All I want is for you to support me on that hunt. The mark will see me and keep running," she pointed out. Which would be smart of the mark but irritate her to no end, considering the species was a shapeshifter and Talon had already wasted days chasing them.

"It would be much faster if we work together and you'll be rewarded of course. I don't even care for the bounty." She was just following her Master's order and had no interest in riches or valuables. Her Master provided. All Talon wanted was the glory and the praise.