- 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦.
For as long as Kasia Torelo can remember, luck and survival have gone hand-in-hand.
Kasia was only seven years old when the Empire attacked her planet. Singled out for their telep...
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Kasia's nose crinkled in distaste as the space station came into view, the hunk of junk even less inviting than the first time they had visited if that were possible. Sighing, Kasia absentmindedly played with one of the sleeping child's ears, smiling slightly as he snuggled into her chest.
While on the short trip back to the space station, Kasia and Yrel had decided silently that Yrel would stay on board the ship while she and Mando traded Qin for their hard-earned credits—and simultaneously showed the jackasses what a real double-cross looked like.
After setting the ship down in one of his smoother landings, Kasia and Mando flanked Qin on each side as the hanger doors of the Crest hissed open. Kasia fought the fiendish grin that threatened to split her lips as she casually placed the New Republic tracking beacon on the Twi'lek's belt. Oh, vengeance sure is sweet—particularly when served to misogynistic assholes.
Ran greeted the three of them with a wide grin—a smile which faltered a moment later as the three other expected members of the crew failed to make their way out of the Razer Crest. Still, a strained grin recaptured his lips a moment later as Qin sauntered down the ramp, the two trading a quick hug as Kasia and Din lingered a step behind.
"Where are the others?" Ran asked with an expectant glance between the two of them when Kas and Din strolled to a stop in front of him.
Kas fought the urge to smirk at the man, instead merely replying with a shrug, "No questions asked. That's the policy, right?" she turned to Din with upturned brows as though actually looking for confirmation.
His lips twitched up under his helmet. You're a cheeky little shit, he informed her with amusement.
At the words, Kasia bit her lips to avoid laughing, cutting him a look instead which seemed to say, oh, most certainly. I thought this was already a well-established fact.
"Yeah. That is the policy," Ran replied to Kasia's question a beat later, his voice not quite accusatory but certainly not friendly. Kasia had a feeling he wouldn't be inviting Mando on any more jobs any time soon. Good riddance.
"We did the job," Mando spoke up, his voice low and serious.
"Yeah, you did," Ran confirmed with a grave voice, hatred pouring from the man as Kasia saw his plan to double-cross the pair of them taking form in his brain. He hadn't expected either of them to escape the transport ship, had thought he'd not only spring Qin but also earn a free Razor Crest in the process. That had evidently not worked, so now it was time for Plan B.
Gods, what an asshole.
Ran's eyes remained pinned on Mando's helmet as he reached into his jacket, retrieving their cut for the job which he roughly tossed to Din. Kasia decided against suggesting that Din check all the money they had earned was there—she knew it was anyways, and their plan to double-cross the bastards did require they get far away from this shithole quickly.
