Wolven | The Mandalorian

Chapter 11: The Marshal

Chapter 11: The Marshal
Word Count: 8,458
*EDITED*

"I'm going to wait out here with Ad'ika." [Little one]

Gladiatorial arenas were popular in the lawless cesspits of the outer rim. Elodie had no idea what planet they were currently on, but paid it no mind as they were only here for one reason. A slimy Abysin and ganglord who had information regarding the whereabouts of other Mandalorians. It had been months since they managed to get any leads, and this was the last they had after many dead ends.

Din nodded to Elodie, scanning the crimson eyes of creatures cloaked in the ominous shadows of the alleyways. The two walked in sync under the glow of the street lights, the cradle floating idle behind them. Din could feel the heat of her hand as it brushed against his glove, but he snatched it back before she could grasp it. "I was going to suggest the same thing."

She struggled not to feel the hurt from his actions.

Elodie hummed, "Good thing I said it first then, or I would have gone in to spite you." She promptly redirected her course to stand beside the club, standing at the edge of a ring of flickering light beneath the lamppost.

The Mandalorian walked towards the entrance of the club with a deep sigh. The tension between the two was so palpable that even the child was beginning to notice it. The Twi'lek bouncer ran his gaze up the length of the Mandalorian, a sneer casting over his face. His body blocked entry into the club.

"I'm here to see Gor Koresh."

Nodding, the bouncer stood to the side to allow him access. "Enjoy the fights."

It wasn't long before floods of people fled the scene, clearly distressed by the sounds of the ruckus sounding from inside. Chaos always seemed to follow them. The bouncer left his station and ran inside to check on his boss.

Elodie's eyes swept the faces in the crowd, looking for the Abysin or the Mandalorian. It wasn't until the masses had disappeared that a one-eyed man in a crisp white suit came tumbling out the doorway to the fight club.

Leaving the child behind in his pram, she walked to stand in the centre of the street.

"Gor Koresh?"

The man turned, his awful comb-over flailing at the movement.

She smirked, "Gotcha."

His eye widened, and he turned to flee. Elodie was quicker, already at his heels and yanking him back by his blazer. Grunting, he landed flat on his back beneath the woman. Gor tried crawling backwards using his elbows, but she stalked consistently over his form like a shadow.

Elodie placed her boot on his chest, forcing his arms to give out. He collapsed back and wheezed as she applied more pressure to his sternum. "Who are you? W-what do you want?"

"Tell me what you know about the Mandalorian's."

His lips down turned and he tried pushing her foot off. "You're with that silver Mandalorian!"

Bending, she used her knees to pin his arms to either side of his body and straddled his upper chest. His legs were too short to kick her off in this position. "Well, we're not together, together. But it's complicated." Elodie admitted, knowing it was not what he meant. Pulling her knife from her boot, she brought it dangerously close to his face, the glint making him sweat profusely.

"Now you're going to tell me what I want to know, or you can say goodbye to your eye."

The man shook his head rapidly, "All right, stop, stop! I'll tell you where he is. Don't kill me, please. Maker don't kill me!"