Promises and Deals | The Mandalorian

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"With what?"

"Exactly. They're gone, and we're not using my lightsabers. They're for a different time." She winks over her shoulder. "I'm done letting you stall me. Bye, Mando."

"Bye, Alora."

Despite the few weeks they have spent traveling since Nevarro, it still sends shivers down her spine when he says her first name. She denies it, but the way he rolls his tongue when he says her name is just so adorable. It's not quite right, but who is she to correct him? She likes it anyways.

It had been a while since she has visited Taris. Though most things are different, her instincts remain the same. Part of her training in the Alderaanian army was being dropped in unfamiliar planets and finding ways of escaping back home. She'd been dropped on Taris on her tenth birthday, courtesy of her adoptive father, Bail's right-hand man and former leader of the Alderaanian military. While she would never enjoy the lengths Lorn went to train her, she is thankful for it now as she keeps her head low walking through the dirty streets.

Stepping into an alleyway, her senses stand on high alert. The hairs on the back of her neck bristle as the wind shifts; she knows she's being followed. Instead of acknowledging that fact, she simply keeps walking until she reaches the underground club and stops before the bouncer.

"Need something, lady?" He asks.

Waving her hand, she says, "You will let me in and forget you saw me."

"I will let you in and forget I saw you." He opens the large metal door, staring straight ahead.

Alora grins as she steps in. Pausing, she turns back to the bouncer with a heavy sigh. "And let the Mandalorian in when he arrives."

The bouncer nods before shutting the door behind her. The dark hallway unfortunately reminds her of the Imperial hideout on Nevarro as she makes her way towards the source of the vibrating floor. Bright lights peek into the hallway from behind the dark curtain; she simply waits in front of it, glancing over her shoulder when the metal door opens once more.

"Couldn't resist, could you?" She asks as she pulls her hood down.

Mando huffs in annoyance before he makes his way over to her, his armor somehow still glistening in the dark light. "Before you ask, the kid's fine."

"Good." She clenches her jaw as she shifts her weight. "New plan. You're my arm candy."

"Seriously?"

"You decided to come. Besides, degenerates always want what they can't have, right? So follow my lead and don't say a word." Untying the covering, she shrugs off her cloak and hands it to Mando without sparing him a glance. Cool air flows over her skin as her heart thrums with excitement. She hadn't done much spy work, but she was trained for it.

As she steps through into the brightly lit club, she smirks around the room. Many people don't notice their arrival, especially those dancing further away, but those at the bar instantly turn towards her: exactly what she intended with her chosen dress.

The sparkling cloth falls down past her knees with a slit to expose them while the neckline plunges towards her stomach, her tattoo signifying her connection to the Organas open for the world to see. The scoop in the back allows others to see the other tattoo, despite the hair not in the small buns flowing down. Though she did not have enough to pay for accessories, Alora's confidence makes up for it, especially with the bright lights making the dress sparkle more than it already was.

She can't hear Mando, but she can sense him. When he finally comes up next to her, she links her arm with his and leads them both to the bar. "Got anything strong?" She asks the droid bartender.