The Unforgiven. (Closed, Moonfire.) -Ended-

[Danee]

Shogun, Mandalorian space once again. Litin didn't really like the Mandalorian way of life, she didn't like Mandalorians in general, they were nothing but trouble. The planet itself was beautiful and Litin wouldn't mind staying on it but the presence of the Mandalorians made her feel a bit uneasy. She had managed to get hold of a small ship which she used to travel from Korriban to Shogun and it was currently covered up with branches and other things to keep it from being detected as easily. 

Though she didn't think that the cover would do much to hide the ship itself from those who regularly passed through the area, which happened to be those whom she wished to hide it from. But, it was better than leaving it open in plain sight. Litin looked down at the ground from the branch she was currently sitting on, she occasionally left Korriban to visit the nearby planets, just to get away from the scorched rock the rest of her order called 'home'. Next to her she had an open bag which she was reaching into and taking out small berries which was going to be her lunch and dinner for the duration of her small expedition. She doesn't like having to bring anything that needs cooking because the smell of the fire as well as the smoke will probably alert others of her presence, besides, she liked the berries. 

Silently she sat in the tree and looked out over the landscape and ate the berries, she hadn't sensed anyone force sensitive, not that she expected to encounter anyone on a Mandalorian controlled planet. It was hard enough for her to sneak onto the planet so she didn't expect a Jedi could do it, and if there was a Sith, well, she couldn't touch them because of the order. Pulling her bag closer to her she looked into the bag to see where her bottle of water was.

Moving around the bag of berries and a few other things she eventually found the bottle. She dumped the bag next to her once more and uncorked the bottle, raising it to her lips and taking a sip from it. Leaning back against the trunk of the tree she looked out over the landscape again and let her mind wander among thoughts, various things popping into her mind but none of them which she really cared about.

Humming to herself she reached into her bag once more and took out a few more berries and slowly began to eat them, washing some of them down with some water before closing the bottle and putting it back inside the bag.

Today was a nice day.

[Moonfire]

Hunting. Something Me'allo was still getting used to, oddly enough, and preferred to do alone when available. He'd been on Shogun for a bit over a year now and had stopped reporting back to the Jedi after the death of the previous Mandalore. Not on purpose. Me'allo added guiltily, eyes narrowed as he looked through the sparse brush for his prey, mentally flipping through the events of the last six months.

Mandalore the Reclaimer had made her stance on Force Users pretty clear. She wasn't fond of them. For the most part the clan he'd integrated himself into was accepting and having saved half their lives at one point or another they were willing to keep quiet about his healing touch, but it was probably best that he kept a low profile. Which mean't no more weekly reports, no more talking to Jedi until he could find a way to transmit a message to them without drawing attention to himself.

But those were worries for another time, Me'allo reminded himself, blaster heavy in his hands. Right now all that mattered was him and the prey. A large beast, vivid in its plumage and shimmering claws that seemed to elude him.

It'd be so easy if he'd just let himself search the force, feel its presence stalking just out of sight. But that wasn't the point, was it? No. The hunt was about skill, about clearing your mind and focusing on the beast, staying on its level.

Another step forward, moving through the bushes as the sun glinted off the green of the haphazardly pieced together beskar'gam, the red cross of of a medic sloppily painted across the pauldron of his right arm.

Eyes glanced down, following the three toe-d track light, barely visible in the dusty earth.

"Come on, buddy. Where are ya'?" Me'allo whispered to himself, still and quiet, searching for the creature.

KSHHHHHHSK!

The hissing shriek of the flightless avian erupted from the brush, bolting in crystalline swirls of blue out across his field of vision. Turning, Me'allo fired twice, missing both shots and took off after the creature, cursing all the way.

His heart thundered in his ears as he took off after it, blaster rifle held tight against his chest.

"Oya!" The man called, laughing behind his helmet, all thoughts and doubts gone.

[Danee]

Litin was still sitting silently in the tree when she heard the two blaster shots echoed out into the air around her. She packed up her things and climbed up on the branch, looking out over the forest towards the area where the sound had come from. The sound of something rushing through the forest towards her made her somewhat concerned, she didn't know much about the wildlife on Shogun but it didn't hurt to brace herself.

A few moments later a rather large avian creature came running out of the woodworks followed by a Mandalorian running behind it. She tilted her head as she realized she could feel him in the force, this day had rapidly become a lot more interesting than it had been a few minutes ago. As the Avian got closer to the tree she took out her lightsabers and took a step backwards, falling off the tree down towards the ground, landing on the back of the Avian as it ran beneath the tree. The force of the Echani landing on the Avian's back was enough to force it down onto the ground.

Lighting one of her lightsabers she severed the neck of the bird with one smooth movement, stepping down from the avian she glanced down onto its crystalline body before she stretched her arms and looked over towards the closing in Mandalorian, igniting her second lightsaber while she waited for him to get close enough for her to strike at him.

[Moonfire]

The beasts calls echoed with the staccato of heart beat as Me'allo blundered through the brush after it, across the crystal studded planetary surface. Jumping up and over fallen trees he chased the beast, firing off another round or two as it turned corners and screeched in his ears. Where the hell had they found this thing?

If you'd simply use the Force you could end it now. The thought nagged at the back of his mind as the twigs and branched scraped across the dull surface of his armour.

"No," Me'allo answered his own thought aloud, quiet and breathless. No. That wasn't an option. No matter how far he was from the clan, or how alone he felt her was such a vulgar display of power was not becoming of a Jedi. The red haired man was positive, he didn't need that crutch, not now. It was so close, he'd have it any moment now.

But such thoughts were quickly cut short by a shock of white and dark and red. Blinding bright terrifying familiar red. The saber slice was clear and the beast's cries cut short as it was sliced, only a wrenching gurgle from its bubbling throat as it slumped over and died.

Me'allo stopped, very still as the figure stood up fully, another brilliant crimson lightsaber ignited. A woman of pale skin and hair, Echani maybe?

"Copaani gaan? Need a hand?" He called out, a jest but without enough humor to be convincing. His mind spun. What was a Dark Jedi doing on Shogun? And more importantly, did she have enough sense to feel how the force wrapped tightly around him? The sickening, roiling power of the darkside came off her in waves. Yes, no doubt she'd know.

"Can I help ya', Miss?"

[Danee]

Litin had not planned for this encounter, normally she would have equipped her mask before engaging in combat, just to protect her face and eyes should they throw something towards her. As the Mandalorian spoke to her in Mando'a she tilted her head. She knew how to speak a bit of Mando'a but she was far from fluent in it as it was a language she hadn't devoted a whole lot time to learning. She smirked as she could feel the wind blow through her short hair, which had been set up in a ponytail behind her head, as the last thing she wanted was her own hair to get in the way of her vision when fighting.

She thought for a bit on how to reply to the Jedi, should she just speak basic to him or perhaps surprise him with Mando'a? Flicking her wrist she twirled the right lightsaber in her hand and tilted her head. "A Jetii srayahlya at cuyir Mando? Biai Buryeja'ye." A Jedi pretending to be Mandalorian? How Pathetic.The Echani spoke with a wide smirk on her lips. "Gar hwa kar'taylir jate'shya, Jetii, Mando b cuyir slanar at kyr'amur gar a meye ruyaor katrakine ui Ni malyasa'yr." You should know better, Jedi, the Mandalorian's were going to kill you a whole lot slower than I will. Litin added before she began to walk towards him.

As she crossed the distance towards him she began to slowly channel the force, stopping briefly Litin crouched down and pushed down against the ground, using the force to increase the distance she leaped towards the Jedi, hiding in his Mandalorian armor. The Echani held one of the lightsabers angled out from her side to the left, should he try to dodge her strike, she'd have a lot easier time trying to cut him down with that. As she got closer to him she began to move her right blade through the air in a downwards cutting motion towards him, aiming to cut him from his right shoulder to his right hip.

This was going to be a quick and easy kill.

[Moonfire]

Well, osi'kyr.

Whatever hopes he had that the silvery haired woman was poor enough of a Dark Jedi to not be able to sense his Jediness were swiftly shattered. Not only did she know exactly what he was, the cruel-smirked Litin knew exactly what sort of position he was in. His face was grave behind the T-visor of his helmet, watching as she taunted him, red blades twirling between her hands, speaking his language however poorly. He tensed, blaster rifle raised defensively.

Need to do something, gotta do something. Need to settle this quietly. Quietly. If the clans hears I'm just as dead. He cursed internally, if he'd had his lightsaber he'd be able to at least disarm her, stand some sort of chance. But he'd been so long since he'd used his, kept in its little box amongst the salves and kolto of his makeshift med-tent back in camp.

"Jii, rala va cuyir nakine. Now, lets not be hasty" He called out, rifle still clutch tight, limbs tense and twitching as he watched the woman crouch down, feline and predatory. "Mhi liser va slanar tatya at bu'htenr.We can't go jumping to conclusions"

And then she pounced. The man twisted as though to bolt, legs kicking up as he wrenched out with the force, ready to grab the nearest branch or rock or anything at all. Me'allo felt the swirling tendrils of the force to the tree she'd just been in and wrapped tightly around a thick, heavy branch. A loud crack echoed through the sparse wildlands with the force of his yank as he brought it down, hard and fast atop her.

Force, let that please slow her down while I figure out what the hell I'm doin' Me'allo pleaded internally, watching in almost slow motion as the club-like branch made its painfully slow arch to the leaping woman.

[Danee]

As the Echani got closer to him she saw him begin to run away, he was just a few feet out of her striking distance when something hit her in the side. With the force of the branch that hit her and the fact that it had caught her completely off guard it knocked the breath out of her as she was pushed towards the side.

The hit didn't hurt for some reason but the impact of her hitting the ground and sliding across it definitely hurt. Feeling the ground scrape against her side and the side of her face, one simple mistake to underestimate a Force user had left her unconscious from the hit on the ground. Her blades deactivated as they rolled away from her, leaving her defenseless even if she should wake up in time to be able to fight the Mandalorian.

  

[Moonfire]

She went down. Hard.

Me'allo winced internally as the branch slammed into her side, tossing her limp and ragdoll like across the ground, blade thunking to the ground and deactivating with her. Rushing forward he kicked the hilts away, sensing she'd was at least unconscious.

The healers instincts kicked in, feeling the hurt and the quiet of her mind, the bubbling turmoil just beneath the surface of unconsciousness. A few steps forward, tentative and defensive. Blaster rifle held up, he loomed over the woman, fretting. She was still, clad in rich, dusty black robes her creamy face lined with red from skidding across the ground. It was strange how peaceful one looked after a battle.

What the hell was he going to do now? Me'allo appraised the situation. On one hand, he had the upper hand now. One quick shot and she'd not be a problem, he'd even gain some favor with the clans for taking down a force user. Could even keep her hilts as trophies, place them up on the little rusted desk in the medic-tent.

Me'allo's stomach roiled with the very idea. He didn't kill! He was a healer, a medic. He was supposed to save lives, not take them. Especially not like this, standing above a defenseless woman. Well, she wasn't so defenseless a minute ago. Leaving her alive was a bad idea. Even if he just ran back to the clan now she'd undoubtedly show back up, outing him as not just a force-user but a Jedi. Though she couldn't -really- know that.

The man groaned audible in his frustrations before tossing the rifle back into its slot on his back and withdrawing the cables and ropes he'd taken to help him haul back whatever kill he'd made today. A quick glance at the bird he'd so dutifully hunted and he smiled.

At least she seemed a bit lighter than that thing.

It didn't take long at all for him to tie the woman up, restraining her to the very tree she'd been in just moments before. He'd quickly scooped up her lightsabers as well, tossing them into his pack and out of sight. Probably best he didn't let have those again either.

As she slept he paced now, still debating what to do, talking almost animatedly to himself.

"That the 'ell are you doin'? You can't just keep her here." He muttered. "Can't just have random Sith women in the woods for pets. Idiot. Idiot. Gotta figure out somethin'."

[Danee]

The Echani was woken up slowly by the rhythmic movement from the Jedi. Her head hurt immensely, feeling like she had been run-over by a space shuttle, though a thick tree branch wasn't that far off from what had actually happened. Each step the Jedi took made her head hurt severely, this was one of the worst headaches she had suffered in a long time and she certainly did not want to experience it again.

However as she regained more and more of her consciousness she became more and more aware of her situation, she was being moved from her original location and she couldn't move her arms nor her legs. Trying to use the force only sent more pain rushing to her head, she could hear her captor speak to himself, something about keeping her a pet in the woods, it didn't make much sense to her as from what she understood about the Jedi, they didn't do things like that. Perhaps this guy was different and she had managed to come across the only Jedi in the galaxy who kept Slaves.

Assessing the situation she realized she had to get away from him some how, but how, she couldn't figure out. Her hands and legs were bound by some rope like material and she didn't know where her lightsabers were, but she could still feel her trophies sitting on the belt, she liked to keep them close because of times like this where she might get temporarily disarmed. The Echani sighed and tried to roll off from him but was unable to do so without inflicting more pain on herself than she already suffered because of her headache. She could try and ask him to let her free, that'd give her a chance to kill him as well, but, she doubted that. Litin wondered if she was going to be brought to the Jedi Order, but that didn't seem to probable as it'd force him to leave the planet and probably ruin his cover.

So, where was he going to take her? Maybe towards a camp? Or towards the main camp of the Mandalorians on this planet, which was even worse than being brought in front of the Jedi order, as from what she knew, they really disliked Echani and if they were force users, it was pretty much a guaranteed death sentence. Deciding that she didn't want  to be brought back to the Mandalorian camp she ignored the pain for a moment she was going to try and roll off from his shoulder but just at that moment he stopped. She relaxed and closed her eyes once again as she felt him set her down by a tree trunk. She kept her eyes closed for a couple of seconds before slowly opening her eyes, she couldn't see him, so she slowly pushed herself against the tree trunk and got up from the ground, bracing herself against the trunk she looked around for him.

If only she could reach one of her lightsabers she could cut off the rope keeping her feet together then make a run for the forest. But as she tried to reach one of the hilts she tipped to the side and landed on the ground, letting out a pained groan. "Shit...."

[Moonfire]

Me'allo continued muttering to himself for a time, pacing back and forth in front of the tree he'd managed to prop the woman up against. His options were, admittedly, limited. To keep with his delicate sensibilities he'd have to keep her alive and, mostly, uninjured. The woman, whatever her name was, had already shown she'd kill him if given the chance and truly Me'allo was a fan of living. He'd searched her for any other weapons and tucked away the lightsabers he'd found into his pack before restraining her, so at least she was unarmed as far as he could tell.

His boots crunched as he paced, back and forth, face lined with worry beneath his helmet. It was stuffy in there, difficult to breathe even as his mind bounced from idea to idea. He couldn't be gone too long or some of the clan might come looking for him, but there was no way he'd be able to wander back in with her over his shoulder without sealing a death order on her, and possibly himself.

"Ugh," Me'allo grumbled, pulling off the helmet with a grumble and tossing it aside, taking in a deep, gulp of the fresh air. It felt good against his warm cheeks, flushed with frustration. His curling hair fluffed in reddish tufts as he ran a hand through it, tossing it from his eyes.

"Shit..." The woman groaned, weakly as he tumbled back over, pulling the Jedi back from his thought.

"Woah, woah, easy there!" Me'allo called, rushing forward to gently, carefully prop her back up.

"Ya took a bit of a hit there, no use in tryin' to stand up just yet." He said, firm hands easing her back into place as he surveyed the damage. Scraped cheeks, bruised, maybe cracked ribs, possible concussion. The pain and damage lit up for him, like hot blisters just beneath the surface, crying out for attention.

Me'allo leaned back some, kneeling before her as his blue eyes studied her face, less fearsome now but lined with pain and stress.

"What's your name, girlie?"

[Danee]

Litin winced as she felt him lift her up from the cold hard ground and set her up against the tree trunk again. She glared at him with a pained look on her face as he looked at her wounds briefly. She remained silent for now but as he lowered himself and looked into her eyes, asking for his name she raised a brow. Why did he care what her name was, he was only lucky to be alive and have her captive like this.


Then again, he could have just killed her, which she would have done, but he didn't, which confused her. From what she had been taught by her old Master, the Jedi were the evil ones and they killed anyone who opposed them on sight. Nevertheless he  was obviously different, which could explain the reason to why he was wearing Mandalorian armor and not Jedi robes. The fact that he pretended to be Mandalorian as well made him even weirder.

"Even if I'd tell you my  name, why should I trust you? You're a part of a lying cult, spreading nothing but lies in the galaxy..." she murmured and winced as she took a breath, the hit had hurt her good and now she was suffering from her newbie mistake of rushing in without thinking.

[Moonfire]

"Hah!" He shook his head, "Right, I'm the one in a cult here. How could I've forgotten?"

Me'allo's hands moved almost of their own accord across the paleness of his skin. He felt the Force all around them, felt the hurt, hot and angry beneath his finger tips. A long inhale, feeling his lung expand, filling with oxygen before he released, soothing away the hurt she felt.

It wasn't quite healing, no, not yet. Just a feeling of coolness, calm and serene that he pushed out, letting it center him and, hopefully, relax her. Carefully he wicked away the pain that nagged beneath her jaw and eased the swelling of red cheek, already angry bruise beginning to reverse.

"'Cause I was definitely the one hidin' in the forest, attackin' random people for no good reason. Ya caught me." Brows knit in concentration now, the long lines across her cheek began to close, disappearing one by one as flesh came together, solid and whole as thought it'd never happened.

Pulling back again the Jedi admired his handwork, beaming.

"Now, if you're nice and answer a coupla questions for me, I might be persuaded to fix your ribs as well."

[Danee]

The Echani kept her eyes focused at the Jedi in front of her, her brow furrowed as he spoke to her, accusing her of being the one ambushing him. Had it not been for he, she wouldn't have been here, she would have been back up in the tree, eating the berries then having left for Korriban, but he had been the one who had interrupted her and he caught her off guard, forcing her to react to the situation.

She kept her eyes focused on him as he removed some of the pain she felt, the discomfort of having at least two broken ribs remained, like a thorn in her side whenever she took a breath. As he healed the cuts she had received when she slid across the ground the first time she was confused, this man was just random in nature, either he was just healing her to make sure she didn't look hurt if he was going to sell her as a slave, or  he actually cared, which she found odd, wondering why he would even care about her.

Litin raised a brow as he said that he might just heal her ribs if she answered a few questions of his,she could deal with the broken ribs for now, and judging from the way he had been treating her so far, he wasn't going to hurt her. "Why should I listen to you?" Litin asked and glared at him. "Want to know who I am? Why don't you start by saying who you are..." she said and winced as the broken ribs kept causing her some pain.

[Moonfire]

Me'allo shook his head, gently tucking a loose piece of her fine white hair back behind an ear. She was hurting, it was so glaringly obvious, but she had on a brave face which was admirable. She scowled at him, leering through the ache in her side. "Not to go rubbin' it in, but I don't really think you're in much of a position to be makin' demands here, girlie."

He stood up then, taking a couple of steps back as he continued to appraise the very peculiar situation he was now in. She wasn't being very compliant, and simply letting her go was out of the question... If looks could kill he'd be long dead.

"Look, Miss. I'm really not lookin' for any sorta trouble here. I think theres been some sorta misunderstandin'. I may not be your run-of-the-mill Mandalorian, but throwin' around words like 'Jedi' 'round here can get a man killed. And I'm not sure 'bout you, but I'm rather fond a livin'."

This would be so much easier if he'd just kill her. Me'allo knew that, his clan knew this, hell his own parents probably would have advised it. But the very thought of taking her life, any life sent a wrenching twist in his stomach.

"So, why don't you just answer some of my questions, I can get ya'll patched up and you can just go on your merry way, eh?"

[Danee]

The Echani kept her eyes pinned at Me'allo as he moved some of her hair behind her ear then moved away from her. She tracked his every movement with her eyes and as he said that he was rather fond of living she rolled her eyes and sighed, biting her lip as she felt the stinging pain in her side once again.

When he said that he wanted some questions answered and then she'd be on her way, probably off the planet. "I'm not some 'Girlie' and I fail to see a reason to why I should listen to you. You're worse than a regular Jedi, you even lie to the Mandalorian's, what kind of pathetic order is the Jedi Order? Isn't it enough that they kill those who disagree with you?" She asked and tilted her head. It was probably obvious that she had been lied to by the one who had trained her from young age and those lies had not only helped shaped her, but also made her take lives which probably would have been alive today.

"You know I wont let you leave... I will fight you till you either kill me or I kill you." Litin spoke with a cold voice.

[Moonfire]

"Kill people who don't agree with us? The hell are you on about?" He sputtered, pacing again now. What the hell was he doing? She was being completely obstinate and now outright admitting that if he'd let her go she'd immediately attempt to kill him or force him to kill her.

Think think think think think. Maybe there was an alternative. Maybe he could just keep her there? No, thats a terrible idea. You can't just keep some chick tied to a tree in the woods. Its not some pet turtle you keep in a box under your bed, this was a person. A very angry, slightly deadly person.

"Jedi don't kill people, that's kinda their thing. ... So I'm told." He muttered, almost an after thought to his pacing before the thought struck him.

Kerin was going on a run to Dxun today, wasn't he? In that old rusty monster he called a ship, barely holding together but still able to make supply runs here and there. Maybe he could toss her back there unnoticed, get her safely off world and convince Kerin to just drop her off somewhere on Onderon, no questions asked. He'd keep his mouth shut for a couple of credits, at least Mel hoped so.

Kneeling back down Me'allo's hands hovered just over her side. "Now, look here, Miss." His hands went to work, feeling the ache of the ribs and knitting together the bones beneath, feeling the small fractures start to heal and the tender bruises just beneath his fingers melt away.

"I'm not gonna to kill you. And I'm sure as hell not lettin' you kill me, so you might wanna come to terms with that now. I can do this the easy way, or the hard way. How do you wanna handle this; With some dignity and respect or like a kid throwin' a tantrum?"

[Danee]

Litin looked at him as he asked what she was talking about, before she could speak again he spoke and said that Jedi didn't kill people. She glared at him and when he moved up to her again and began healing her she felt confused once again. Why was he helping her? She didn't understand him at all.

But from what she had been taught, the Jedi was Evil and should be killed whenever given the opportunity. "The Jedi killed my parents without reasons other than them disagreeing with the Jedi Order...." she spoke slowly after he had fixed her ribs and healed her bruises.

"... They killed my tutor as well, once more without reason." she added and glared at him before she decided that she wasn't going to speak much more to him. He was either oblivious or delusional, probably both, since he was the one running around pretending to be a Mandalorian as a Jedi. She sighed and looked at him. "I've given you my opinion, either kill me, or i will hunt you down and kill you." she said and tried to move her hands but as they were tied down she couldn't do much besides rub them against the tree trunk, hoping that it'd undo the ties around her wrists.

[Moonfire]

"Gir- I mean, Miss, I don't particularly care what you think of the Jedi or not." Me'allo grumbled, finishing the thankfully simple job of healing her ribs. "Especially since I'm not one. I'm just sayin' from what I've heard, they're don't go killin' people"

"I've given you my opinion, either kill me, or i will hunt you down and kill you."
He leaned back again, giving her a long stern look before shaking his head. "Alright, the hard way it is."

In a single fluid motion he scooped her up, tossing her bound form unceremoniously over his broad shoulder with a pained sound of effort before adjusting to the weight of her. Yeah, still definitely lighter than the bird at least. But not by much.

He steeled himself for her to wiggle or resist, hoping he wouldn't have to bash her over the temple again. And he really didn't want to give her a concussion with all these repeated blows to the head.

"We coulda done this nice and polite, Miss. But you gotta be throwin' 'round phrases like 'hunt you down and kill you'. You say that to all the guys that cross your path?" Me'allo called behind him as he walked, taking the long way through the brush as far from camp as he could.

[Danee]

As the Mandalorian said that he wasn't a Jedi and he didn't care about what she thought about them she rolled her eyes and continued to slowly rub her tied wrist against the tree, wincing slightly as he healed her ribs, letting her breathe normally without the pain from her broken ribs poking her lung.

But as he said that it was the hard way and lift her up onto his shoulder and began walking again she sighed, groaning as the rhythmical bouncing returned as he walked through the brush with her hanging over his shoulder. Most of the pain which made her feel like she had been hit by a shuttle had been removed because of the Healing he had done and she felt clear enough to reach for the force.

She took a deep breath as she focused her mind, just like before when she had leaped towards him with the help of the force.  Wriggling against him she wasn't surprised when he held her down somewhat roughly to stop her from moving, but with the help of the force she rocked against him as he took a step, slipping off his shoulder and landing on the ground behind him and groaning. Running her wrists against each other she managed to get one hand out of the rope that tied them together, now she just had to get out of the ropes which were tied around her feet.

The Echani knew she didn't have much time so her hands went down to the ropes around her feet, and with fumbling hands, she began to try and untie herself before the Jedi grabbed her again.

[Moonfire]

"Osi'kyr, will you keep still?" Me'allo cursed, trying to hold onto her petite form. What was wrong with this woman? He'd gone through a great deal of trouble trying to handle this incredibly frustrating situation with both grace and tact. About as much tact as a man in his position could have with an extremely misinformed Dark Jedi now bent on killing him. Damn his morals.

His protests didn't seem to do much to spurn her writhing and each step was becoming more and more of a labor. Once more, the man turned to reason.

"Look, Miss, really I wish you'd just make this easy on the both of us. I'm not tryin' to cause ya any harm, which is funny considerin' all the death threats and general ornery demeanor you've been tossin' 'round since ya tried to kill me upon meeting me. Really, most Mandalorians woulda just killed ya, but what can I say, I'm a gentleman." Me'allo groaned again as she wiggled more, his progress painfully slow but at least talking seemed to make her grumpy enough that she'd stayed quiet.

"Now, we're just gonna get you on a ship to somewhere else, I can even give ya a couple credits if you need 'em to find a way back to where ever the hell you're from once we get ya off Shogun. So, if you'd just keep sti-" Me'allo train of thought though was quickly broken as the woman with the aid of the force wrenched herself right out of his grip and back onto the ground with another thud and a now, rather familiar, groan.

With a groan of renewed frustration he reached back over his head."Ya damn harpy, you just can't think be reasonable can ya?!"

In a quick fluid motion he whipped the blaster rifle from his back and for a split second the thought returned. Kill her. Kill her. Kill herkillherkillheryouidiotshellneverstop! His finger hovered over the trigger for a moment as she scrabbled with her bindings, the nanoseconds ticking by as he finally reached a decision.

The crack of the butt of rifle against her skull was startling. Crisp and loud in the quiet of the brush, his blue eyes widened with horror at the sound it made. Barbaric, violent, jarring.