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"Alright, anywhere in particular you want me to drop you off?" said Silas, taking a deep breath now that his assault of the Hutt was finished.
"Don't really have anywhere to go. Coming all the way out here was the dying gasp of my trade business. After so long with Yorvi, I doubt I have any assets left." said Larana, now dressed in some of Silas' spare clothes. They were ill-fitting, but infinitely better than what she had been wearing.
"Well I'm sure Ciaran can find somewhere for you. Family first and all that." said Silas. "Let's head to Coruscant then, and we can hammer out any future plans from there."
"Who's Ciaran, your boss? I didn't take you for the type of person to get a steady job old man." said Larana.
"You shouldn't talk about your cousin like that." Said Silas, taking pleasure in Larana's shock. "Surprised? My descendants are pretty capable, even if they do end up needing me to bail them out of trouble now and again. You're lucky I don't play favorites, because Ciaran would definitely be top of the list if I did."
The laughter was interrupted by the appearance of a larger ship emerging from hyperspace nearby. Silas' eyes widened as he saw the insignia emblazoned on the side. "Son of a bitch, how the hell did he find me‽"
"Who is that?" asked Larana, concerned for her grandfather's safety.
"An old acquaintance. Don't worry, he's only after me. Damn it, there's no way we can outrun him in this thing." Silas crouched down and began removing a panel of the floor. "He's going to board. Don't try to fight him. You're the only person on this ship, and you've never even heard of Silas Cata if he asks, got it?"
"O-okay." stuttered Larana, not used to seeing her grandfather as anything less than unflappable. The sounds of the ship being boarded were ominous, and Larana began taking deep breaths so as not to appear like she was hiding something.
The doors to the bridge opened, and in stepped one of the most ridiculous looking men Larana had ever seen. The man's skin was a bright red, which contrasted with his blue hair and neon green jumpsuit. A jumpsuit that was skintight, half unzipped to expose his chest, and lined with some animal's fur around the sleeves and neck. Which is not to say he wasn't attractive, he somehow was, just that looking at him too long threatened to make her eyes hurt.
"Disappointed you didn't make a break for it old man, even if it would be a futile effort. At least
try to make this fun for me." He said, stalking into the room. He was obviously expecting some kind of resistance to his entry, since he had the poise of a cat ready to pounce and was looking at the room down the sights of a blaster.
"Do I look like an old man to you? Get your eyes checked." said Larana, perfectly acting the part of the indignant pilot whose ship had been boarded for no reason. Sadly, she had plenty of experience in this role.
He stopped then, startled by the retort of sarcasm rather than blaster bolts. "Oh. Um… are you the only person aboard this ship?"
"No, there's also an asshole with a blaster and terrible fashion sense, but he's a recent addition." she snarked. Larana was tempted to laugh as he looked triumphant, confused, then angry as her insult finally registered. Then she remembered that he still had a blaster, and resolved to be a tad less sarcastic going forward.
"So you don't know Silas Cata?" he asked, no longer holding his blaster at the ready, opting instead to make Larana incredibly nervous by gesticulating with it.
"Who the fuck is Silas Cata?" she said.
"Old human, bout 80-ish. Bit of a… very much a womanizing scoundrel." Larana wasn't about to sell out her grandfather, but the description was certainly apt.
"Never heard of him. Sorry." she said succinctly.
"Damn it, could have sworn this was his ship. It garbage, but it has enough sentimental value he kept it longer than he probably should have. Didn't think he'd sell it." the bounty hunter mused. Then he seemed to take notice of the Twilek woman in front of him as something other than a source of information. "Name's Galvin Thorn, bounty hunter extraordinaire. So, what say I make this whole thing up to you? You, me, a week on Zeltron. Party capital of the galaxy baby."
It was almost impressive how quickly he shifted from interrogating her to hitting on her. "Sorry, on a bit of a tight schedule. Tighter now that I've had to deal with this. Maybe some other time."
"Ah c'mon baby, don't be like that." he said, holstering his blaster. "Anyone who complains that you're late, I'll deal with 'em myself. And if it's a money thing, the whole week will be my treat. Seven days of pure bliss for free. Pretty sweet deal if I do say so myself."
"For fuck's sakes boy, she's your damn cousin! Show some dignity!" shouted Silas as he burst up from the floor, blaster drawn.
"Son of a bitch! I got you this time old-grrk!" Galvin managed to get his blaster out of its holster before Silas shot him in the chest and he fell to the ground limp.
"It was easier to fit in there when I was shorter." Silas grumbled as he rubbed his neck.
"You shot him." said Larana, staring at the body in shock. "You shot him!"
"Relax, it was set to stun." said Silas, holding the blaster up before putting it back in his holster. "He might have been tracking me for years to kill me for fun, but he's still my grandson. Though he's certainly not getting any credits from me this Life Day. C'mon, help me haul his sorry ass back onto his ship, and get ready to loot anything of value. Just because I don't kill family doesn't mean I won't punish stupid behavior."
Larana numbly picked up Galvin's legs and began carrying him back aboard his own ship. "He ought to be glad I don't play favorites, because he'd definitely be at the bottom of the list if I did."
AN: I felt a little bad not writing anything about Ciaran's other cousin, so I decided to make a sequel in which Silas has to balance his love of his family with the fact that some of his family wants to kill him for shits and giggles.