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My Bounty	By : typoking Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: A Tall Tale

Chapter Text
Boba was sitting in one of the lounge's luxury chairs wearing light fatigues and reading an article on his datapad when Dona entered his apartment, a leather case slung over one shoulder. Boba didn't even glance up at the blue twi'lek, opting to continue reading the article. It wasn't until Dona set the case she was carrying down on the coffee table and cleared her throat that the bounty hunter finally acknowledged her.
"Dona," Boba said curtly, briefly flicking his eyes up to the twi'lek woman before return to his reading.
Dona put a hand on her hip and glared at Boba. "You said you wanted my help?"
The bounty hunter marked his spot in the article and set the datapad down, looking up at the twi'lek "That's right, though I expected you an hour ago."
"I wanted to give you time to clean up." Dona said with a smirk. She glanced around the lounge "Where's your new roomie?"
Boba jerked a thumb in the direction of the hall where Janic's new room was situated. "Over there, unpacking his stuff."
Dona cocked an eyebrow, interest piqued "Really? And here I though he was one of those 'nothing but the clothes on my back' kind of guys."
She walked off in the direction Boba had indicated and after a moment of indecision, the bounty hunter followed her. If Dona was here then that meant he wasn't going to get the peace and quiet necessary for reading again any time soon. He was better off making sure the twi'lek didn't probe too much into the vigilante's past; Hells knew she'd dug a little deeper than what was comfortable with Boba's own history.
Inside the previously unused room that Janic would be staying in, the vigilante had been hard at work, already having set up a cot in the far corner of the room with an armor locker next to it. The vigilante's few personal possessions-trinkets mostly, were lined up neatly on a shelf above a small workstation and everything had been dusted clean. Janic himself had his back to them, currently adjusting one of the trinkets on the shelf: the tooth Boba remembered seeing him pack back at his safehouse.
He was also wearing nothing but a pair of snug briefs.
Dona froze upon seeing the vigilante, her eyes going wide and color flushing her cheeks. Note to self, Boba thought wryly as he moved to stand beside the blue twi'lek. Janic needs casual clothes.
Upon noticing their entrance, the vigilante turned and smiled, "Oh, hey Dona! What're you doing here?"
To her credit, the info broker was quick to recover from her surprise. "Fett enlisted my help in finding you a new neighborhood to protect." She cleared her throat "I didn't realize you weren't dressed. I'm sorry." Judging from the way her eyes hungrily drank in the vigilante's musculature and the substantial bulge in his briefs, she most certainly was not.
Janic's violet eyes widened and his cheeks turned red "Oh! Um... sorry..." he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away "I kind of don't have anything other than my armor to wear..."
Dona managed to wrench her eyes free from her devouring of the vigilante's form to flash him a smile "It's fine, really."
I'll bet. Boba snorted, something that he didn't want to identify igniting in his chest only to be immediately stamped out beneath his metaphorical heel. Sensing an opportunity to change the subject, Boba's eyes drifted over to the tooth, curiosity sparking to life in his chest. "What's that?" On seeing the glint in Janic's eye he added "And if your answer is just 'a tooth' I'm going to punch you."
Smirking, Janic took the tooth off of the shelf and held it up for the bounty hunter and info broker to see, his near-nakedness forgotten. "It's a sarlacc tooth."
Boba's eyebrows raised. He'd been to the Great Pit of Carkoon, the sarlacc there's teeth were massive. This tooth was shorter than his forearm. Dona, who's eyes had drifted back down to the vigilante's crotch asked "How big was it?"
Janic shrugged, oblivious to the twi'lek's ogling of him. "I dunno' maybe twenty meters?"
Boba eyes widened "Wide?!" That's twice the diameter of the one in Carkoon! What the kriff?!
Janic blinked "What? No! Deep!" his brows furrowed "Do sarlacc even get that big?"
"Oh, they most certainly do." Dona murmured, eyes still locked in admiring the vigilante's... ahem, grandeur.
That made a bit more sense, Carkoon's sarlacc was estimated to be over a hundred meters deep. It would certainly explain the size discrepancy between the teeth. "So a baby then."
Janic frowned, placing the tooth back on the shelf "No, no, it was an adult... sarlacc don't get much bigger than that where I'm from."
Boba cocked an eyebrow at that but instead of pursuing that line of inquiry said "So how'd you get it?"
Janic's grin was back as he said. "Yanked it out while I was climbing my way out of it."
That certainly was not something Boba had expected. He struggled to find words before speaking "W-uh... y... d... b... huh?" He failed.
Dona for her part, was snapped out of her trance and narrowed her eyes at the vigilante, scrutinizing him. "Really?" Boba recognized that tone of voice: Dona was about to start digging.
Janic gave them a confused look. "Is... is that surprising?"
Boba shook his head, forcing himself to remember how to speak "I... can count the number of people I've heard of who've successfully escaped being swallowed by a sarlacc on my hands! And they're mostly either Jedi or Hutts!"
Janic cocked his head to the side "Wait, Hutts?"
"Indigestible." Dona supplied.
"Ah." Janic shrugged "I don't know what to tell you. Where I'm from it's not that rare. Hells, we even get trained on how to do it using a dummy one!"
"Where are you from, exactly?" Dona probed, a familiar manic light in her eyes as she moved closer. Boba readied himself to intervene if her questions started to make Janic uncomfortable.
The vigilante shrugged, looking away. "Nowhere special: a small world called Valdera."
Dona was leaning forward, starting to violate Janic's personal space "What's it like? It sounds so very interesting!"
Janic's eyes darkened, his expression turning cold "It was... okay..."
Boba stepped in before Dona could ask anything else and make the vigilante any more uncomfortable "I called you here for a reason, not to make small talk."
Janic's expression softened, clearly grateful for his intervention. Dona shot a glare his way but nevertheless stepped back, turning on her heel to march back into the hall "I brought my terminal, it's in the lounge." She glanced over her shoulder, brushing one of her lekku out of the way. "You better be paying me for this."
"I'll buy you something nice, how about that?" Boba replied, following after her.
After a moment, the bounty hunter heard Janic's footsteps behind him, and ignored the faint kindling warmth that bloomed in his chest when the vigilante's muttered "Thanks."
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Dona was a curious person by nature. It was the reason she was in the information business in the first place; she just needed to know things. So naturally, when she smelled a secret, she put every ounce of her will into uncovering it. This, of course, meant she had made her fair share of enemies. She'd earned the ire of Hutts, gangsters, rebels, even the Empire once, (THAT had been fun) but had always managed to come out (mostly) unscathed. How? Simple:
Dona didn't have clients. She had friends.
True, some of them, like Boba, would vehemently deny that their relationship was anything more than strictly professional, but you didn't survive in this business as long as she had without knowing something about people. She was careful about who she did business with, only those she knew were or could become loyal to her could utilize her services, to everyone else she was a ghost. Dona knew how to make herself likeable and valuable, win the loyalty of others and they will protect you. Fett alone had saved her life a dozen times, and had expanded her business (intentionally and not) to other reliable folks like Janic. But in order for her to know if someone was trustworthy, she needed to do some research.
That was how Dona found herself back at her hideout, sitting in front of her terminal in the midst of her various projects, scouring the various databases she had at her fingertips for any information on the planet Valdera. She'd just returned from Fett's place; there had been little progress in finding Janic a new spot to do his vigilante stuff. There weren't many places as easy to clean up as Vapor Town on the Smuggler's Moon, and the fact that Janic himself seemed a little distracted hadn't helped. In the end, Dona had promised to keep an eye out and left to do some research. Now she was skimming through a few decades-old articles about a small sub-species of sarlacc indigenous to Valdera published in some science magazine that had been long been shut down by the Empire.
Janic had been half right about being from 'nowhere special'. Valdera was a small, isolated planet that hadn't even been a part of the Republic back in the day. Information on the actual people of Valdera was scarce. Outside of some scientific interest, the place had little to no contact with the rest of the galaxy, and it seemed like the Valderans preferred it that way. There were no resources that couldn't be gained more easily from somewhere else and the natives had strict laws regarding interactions with offworlders. Why they were so isolationist, Dona couldn't quite figure out. She was able to learn that the Valderans were not human, but a species of near-humans, but what made them different from regular humans wasn't elaborated on.
She'd been looking through some of the remains of Jedi Archives that had been salvaged and preserved on the holonet when she'd found it: the memoirs of a Valderan Jedi written several hundred years ago. It looked like Janic wasn't the only Valderan who managed to escape his homeworld. Smirking to herself, Dona opened up the file and started reading.
She wasn't smirking when she finished.
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