Promises are made to be broken. Deals are made to be kept.
[The Mandalorian Season 1-2]
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Prequel to Promises and Deals --> Truth...
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That Twi'lek is going to die. Slowly. Painfully.
Alora hadn't held twin blades in years, preferring daggers when traveling. Luckily, Mando had two ready for her to use stashed with his other weapons. They may not be the weapons she was trained to wield, but they are good replacements. After all, before she got her weapons, she used twin blades in practice.
Walking through the red-lit halls, she knows she has to go quickly, especially with the tracking beacon in her pocket.
When she finds the Twi'lek, a smirk spreads over her face. Xi'an throws her first dagger with a gleeful hiss, but Alora dodges easily. With each dagger, Alora twists to the side, her smirk only growing as the Twi'lek gets closer and closer until she has no more weapons.
Alora slices her sword across Xi'an's chest, eliciting a sickening cry from the woman. Darkness clouds her mind: would stoping the air from reaching her lungs be best? Perhaps let her choke on her own blood. Better yet, slice her to pieces while she cries for help, knowing no one can save her.
Xi'an tries to get up, but Alora slams the heel of her boot against the bleeding wound, laughing at her pain-filled cry. Maybe she shouldn't have killed the New Republic officer. Maybe she shouldn't have taunted Mando and betrayed him. Maybe she wouldn't be in this position.
Alora doesn't care about the maybes.
She swings her swords before bringing the tips to rest against Xi'an's throat. She deserves to die. She's too dangerous to let live.
Before she can bring the swords down for a final blow, a glint of beskar catches her eye. Mando's hook knocks the blades from her grip.
She remains above the Twi'lek, her glare slowly turning to him.
"I have something better," he says as he holds out a hand. "After all, there is an empty cell here just waiting to be filled."
Something clears through the dark fog in her mind. Alora takes a step off the groaning woman and shakes her head, clenching her jaw as she picks up her blades.
It doesn't take long to get the traitors—all three of them—into the cell and seal them away. Neither Mando nor Alora speaks to each other as they make their way back to the Razor Crest only to find a Twi'lek man trying to get in.
Mando holds her back as he says, "Qin."
The Twi'lek presses his forehead to the ladder. "You killed the others."
"They got what they deserved."
Qin points his blaster as Mando does the same. Alora simply stands beside Mando, tilting her head to the side.
"You kill me, you don't get your money," Qin says. "Whatever Ran promised, I'll make sure you get it and more. Come on, Mando. Be reasonable, huh?" He puts down his weapon and extends his wrists. "You were hired to do a job, right? So, do it. Isn't that your code? Aren't you a man of honor?"
