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Eyes Of A Predator	By : KianaTaversMereel Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 3218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: The idea for the story is mine, but the setting belongs to Tomoe and her wonderful fic Parttime Job. Other characters belong to Karen Traviss and George Lucas. Not mine, just borrowing them. I promise to put them back when I'm done. ;)

I originally intended for this to be a oneshot, but between Tom'ika and my muses, it seems I've got at least two more chapters to add to this. This second chapter involves the end of Chapter 14 of Parttime Job, once Vau has finished "doing his duty" and into the end of the chapter the following morning when Tomoe wakes up.

I debated off and on since the first chapter whether or not I should write this, if there was enough to write more Mird from at all, but there's yet another chapter after this I want to write and I figured that there'd be just enough for even a short chapter. Without it, I wouldn't be able to write the chapter after this one that takes place during Full Time Job.

So here it is, more of our adorable strill...

Some time later, I awoke to the sound of the shower door being slid open again. I did not know how long it had been since my master and the female had entered it, but it must have been quite awhile. The room was filled with steam and my master looked flushed, but relaxed as he carried the unconscious female from within the cubicle.

Immediately, I was on my feet, ears pricked and alert, sniffing the air in search of a sign that something had gone wrong. Had the female been ill? I hadn't smelled any sickness about her earlier and she had certainly been close enough to me for several minutes for me to know if she had been. I whined a little and pawed at the floor as my master set her down just long enough to get a towel from the cupboard, sparing me the briefest of glances when he heard my whimpers.

"Easy, Mird'ika. She's just tired and needs some rest." Reluctantly, I settled down and watched as he dried her carefully, even the long hair. Though my master's voice was reassuring, I wasn't entirely convinced. She may not have been like my master and the others here like him, but females that came home with him for mating didn't end up unconscious afterwards.

Though the female had been cleaned and dried, I could still smell his mating scent on her, strong enough to almost overpower her own. Unconscious or not, she had at least enjoyed it, although I couldn't recall a female my master brought home who hadn't. As soon as the female had been carefully dried, my master stood and took another towel from the same cupboard, drying himself in turn while I waited impatiently by his armor as he had commanded earlier.

Even concerned about this lovely stranger that had caught the attention of my master, I was loathe to disobey him for even one second.

As soon as he was dry as well, he leaned down to scoop up the female, lifting her effortlessly into his arms before turning to leave the bathroom. For the briefest of moments, I wondered if he had intended to forget about me for the night for the sake of the female. If he had, I probably would have been unable to entirely blame him. She was different from any of the others my master had ever brought home, graceful and ethereal, despite smelling completely human.

"Come along, Mird'ika." I was all too happy to oblige him once he called. I padded after him, watching as he carried her into his bedroom and lay her down upon the bed. I sat near the doorway, waiting patiently to see what he intended to do next. Usually, the females left when he was done with them. Never did he share his bed with anybody but myself as he had done since he was a child and I had been a kit.

I watched him curiously as he drew a blanket up over her, then disappeared back into the nearby bathroom. I stayed put, knowing without him having to say so that he would want me to watch over her. I heard the distinct sound of clacking metal as he retrieved his armor, watching with golden eyes as he placed it reverently upon its rack as he did every night. This, too, he had done for many years, as long as he had been with the other warriors.

He returned a few moments later, this time carrying the female's discarded clothing. It was folded neatly now, with almost as much care as he gave his own armor. I watched as he gently lifted her head and tucked the bundle underneath, cushioning her head in place of his own pillow. Despite being moved from the shower, towelled off, and moved into the bedroom, the female had not stirred even a bit.

"Up, Mird'ika. Keep her warm and safe." Without hesitation, I obeyed, padding over to the bed and climbing up onto it. I carefully made my way up alongside the female before I lay down against her to keep her warm, even though she didn't feel like she needed it. She felt warmer than she had before, although it wasn't quite a feverish warmth, but if my master wanted me to watch over her, then I would.

As soon as I lay down, I felt him attach a length of rope to my collar, one that I noticed stretched down to the female's hands, keeping them bound together. So that was it. I was to do guard duty tonight as well as keep her warm. I couldn't honestly say that I minded much as the female was good company and seemed a loyal person like my master.

At the very least, she had not thrown knives at me like the psychotic little soldier in the golden armor had a habit of doing.

My master seemed almost apologetic that he would not be sleeping with the two of us that night as he reached over, giving my ears an affectionate scritch. I let out a contented rumble and affectionately nipped his fingers, forgiving him for his absence as it had been the first time in many years that he had slept without me. After all, the bed wasn't big enough for all three and my master would need his sleep as well if he wanted to be alert in the morning.

"Take good care of her, Mird'ika. I'll see you in the morning." With a faint smile and one last scritch, he rose and headed for the door. He closed it behind himself as he left the room, leaving myself and the female in darkness. Though I doubted she would be able to acknowledge it, I raised my head and nuzzled at her neck to bid her goodnight. As expected, she didn't move, and I had no choice but to lay back down and go to sleep until my master came for her in the morning.

"...Mird?"

I felt a tug on my collar, a tug that had broken dreams of chasing sea mice about the compound. Annoyed and momentarily forgetting who was in the bed instead of my master, I grumbled at the presence beside me. I tried to go back to sleep, but another tug made sure that I stayed awake despite my protests at being so rudely awakened.

"Hello? Anybody here?" As soon as I heard that voice again, my ears pricked up and I was immediately on full alert. That wasn't the voice of my master, but the voice of the female he had brought home the night before. Now I remembered why she was tugging on my collar. She had been tied to it as my master had wanted me to watch over her during the night while he slept elsewhere in our home.

"Ah, you are up..." I quickly raised my head, wagging my tail happily at the sound of my master's voice nearby. Though he had slept elsewhere, he had indeed returned for the female. He was already awake and dressed and certainly looked much better than he had the night before. Of course, after mating with the female that lay beside me, it was no wonder he had slept so well.

He gave both of us a smile as he watched us for a moment before approaching the bed. I started to rise to greet him, only to settle back down on the bed as he held up a hand, motioning for me to stay still. Of course. The female was still tied to my collar and I would have likely pulled her right off the bed onto the floor had I tried to greet him.

"Stay down, Mird." I stayed down, but couldn't remain very still, thumping my tail against the mattress eagerly as I watched him untie the female's hands. Though happy to see my master looking better than he had the night before, I couldn't help but notice that the female moved slowly and groggily compared to before. She said something as soon as she was free, but even my keen ears couldn't understand her mumbles.

So that was it. My master had drugged her the night before. Unusual, but it would certainly explain why she had left the shower unconscious despite doing nothing more than mating with him. I nudged her arm with my nose with a bit of concern as soon as she sat up and my master had removed the rope from my collar, but she didn't seem to notice me.

"Now, you go freshen up. You are to be home within half an hour. So there you go." I watched as she quickly snatched up her bundle of clothing and stumbled to her feet, heading for the door. She had just barely made it through when she collapsed to the floor in a heap. Instantly, I was on my feet, leaping off the bed and trotting over to her, nudging at her shoulder again as I couldn't tug at the towel she wore without pulling it off.

Though obviously still disoriented and possibly bruised from the fall, the female seemed to stubbornly ignore me as she tried to shake off the numbness. I stood patiently beside her, shooting my master a disapproving look where he stood leaning against the doorframe. She was a nice female and an obedient, loyal one at that. She had gone willingly with him, so there had been no need for him to drug her and reduce her to this state by morning...had there?

Within a few moments, the female managed to get to her feet and had disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I could hear the sound of running water and movement as she washed herself and dressed again so she could return home to my master's master. I sat there patiently, keeping watch over her though my master hadn't asked me to, listening for sounds of further distress, but there were none. If anything, she seemed to be back to her cold self as she had been when I had first entered the apartment the night before.

Behind me, my master moved about in the kitchen and I soon smelled the scent of strong caf. Just the smell alone was enough to wake me and I had no inclination to try drinking the liquid that made the smell. I had, once, as a kit, and it had been very bitter, as if my master was trying to make poison or something to strip paint with, rather than something to drink. How humans could stand the stuff, I wasn't sure. If I ever wanted anything to drink, I would stick to water.

Within minutes, she emerged from the bathroom looking refreshed and more alert than she had when she awoke. She noticed me this time and gave a smile and a friendly scritch before heading over to the table to join my master. I padded over to where my food and water dishes sat, ignoring their conversation for the most part as I ate my breakfast of raw bantha steak. There was no water, but rather, a saucer of fresh bantha milk to go with the steak.

So my master was feeling a little guilty for ignoring me after all if he was giving me such a rare treat for breakfast. Though I had no idea where the rich, meaty meal came from, since we had come to this waterlogged world, such treats had become even more rare. Of course, my master never left the planet with or without me, which meant he likely had to expend time and expense on relying on somebody else to get the meat and milk for him.

By the time I had finished my breakfast, my master and the female had risen from the kitchen table and were preparing to leave. I couldn't quite understand what they were discussing, but I could clearly sense concern from the female. I recognized the name "Boba" as that of the child that lived with my master's master, a child I rarely saw, but could recognize instantly compared to the others like him here.

"I ask you because I respect you." She was truthful about that statement, although I doubted her truth about whatever it was she had asked him about Boba. Her concern wasn't about Boba, at least not entirely. It had to do with something a little closer to home, herself perhaps, given the tinge of fear I smelled from her. My master didn't answer her, simply watched her carefully for a moment.

"Let's go back." Whatever was on her mind, I wouldn't get to find out what it was. From the tone of her voice, the conversation was over and she wasn't in any mood to discuss it further. Wanting to reassure her, I nudged at her hand, staring up at her, panting and dripping drool on the floor, wagging my tail as I eagerly waited to be let out. The day had started...and the hunt for answers was on.
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