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A/N: I was going through old entries on my LJ a couple of weeks ago and came across the table of prompts for the 100 Moods challenge; the aim of which is write 100 drabbles or ficlets based upon the one-hundred emotions/moods listed on the table. I never got round to completing it for the fandom that I originally signed up for (Good Omens), but as I'm on a bit of a Hondo/Aurra kick at the moment I thought that it would be fun to write some double-drabbles for the pairing based on the prompts. The drabbles here follow on sequentially from one another, and so should probably be viewed more as individual scenes than independent ficlets. So far I've got four prompts written and will add more as and when I write them. Though I really don't know how I'm going to go about responding to prompts such as 'ditzy', 'chipper' and 'giddy', they just don't seem to fit these two at all (well, unless one of them decides to, say, experiment with deathsticks past their use-by date at some point).
I've also used a few of the OCs I created for Ten Days and Counting here (because I do enjoy tormenting them so), so this drabble series can perhaps be considered a prequel of sorts.
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Poster of a Girl (Prompt: 033 Enamoured)
As an experienced man of the galaxy Hondo Ohnaka did not believe in such ridiculous sentiments as Love at First Sight.
Infatuation on the other hand was an entirely difference matter.
The wanted poster caught his eye as soon as he stepped into the spaceport's main square. They were not, of course, an uncommon on sight Algrith. This one however stood apart from the rest; featuring, as it did, the image of a pale, lithe and heavily armed humanoid woman with a topknot of auburn hair. She looked young, just a few years into adulthood, but there was no sign of naivety or inexperience there: just a tantalising and dangerous glamour that drew the eye.
He was so taken with the image that it took him a while to notice the words beneath.
Wanted Dead: 5,000 Credit Reward.
Hondo's companion, the grizzled Ingot Cadinn gave a friendly leer. "See something you like, Boss?"
He chuckled. "Five-thousand credits, Cadinn. Who would capture a woman like that and then kill her for five-thousand credits?"
"Someone who likes his head to stay connected to his body, I'd imagine."
"Ah Cadinn, there's no romance in your soul."
"No, but I've still got my head."
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Fast Ships and Dangerous Women (Prompt: 002 Amused)
Jango Fett had been acquainted with Hondo Ohnaka long enough to know that the pirate possessed three overriding passions: loot, fast ships and dangerous women.
The first two of these Jango could very much empathise with.
The third? Well, that was where tastes diverged.
Courage, determination, single-mindedness and a certain ruthless streak were traits both men admired in a female. Hondo's list however seemed to also contain psychopathy, kleptomania, pyromania, nymphomania and general instability. From the Twi'Lek mercenary to the Zeltron explosives technical, the women upon whom the pirate's amorous intentions settled were always Trouble (with a capitalised, underlined, bolded and italicised T).
This time though Jango almost had to laugh. The face on the wanted poster currently taking pride of place on the wall of Hondo's quarters was one with which he was all too familiar.
"Striking, isn't she?" said Hondo.
He shook his head in amusement. "Do you actually have any idea who she is?"
"No idea, they didn't add a name. But I always think of her as my beautiful Wanted: Five-thousand Credits."
Jango once again suppressed the urge to laugh. "A word of advice. If you ever meet Aurra, tell her that it was fifty-five thousand."
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Quarantine (010 Bored: Prompt)
Wayfarer Station was not the worst spaceport in the Outer Rim to be stranded on. It was however still mind-numbingly boring.
So mind-numbingly boring, in fact, that a being could hardly be blamed for plotting the agonising demise of the idiots who'd decided that an outbreak of Gammorean Flu was cause to put the station under quarantine.
This, at least, was the opinion of one Aurra Sing: assassin, bounty hunter and general psycho for hire(1), who had already been prevented from pursuing two very lucrative bounties by the whole thing.
"Surprised you're still hanging around here, Miss Sing," said the proprietor of the Coruscant Skyline as he poured her drink. "I'd have thought you'd have been on your way by now, quarantine or not."
"I've got business here," she lied, unwilling to admit that she wasn't wholly confident in her ability to dodge and blast her way through the blockade.
"With a Weequay, by any chance?"
"What?" She looked at him sharply.
"It's just that Ohnaka's been asking my sister about you."
"Ohnaka?" The name was familiar.
"That pirate from Florrum."
Her lips pursed. So, some two-bit pirate was asking questions about her. Maybe boredom could be put on hold.
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(1) Though potential clients generally dropped the 'psycho' bit when talking to her in person, lest she decide to embrace the label whilst dropping the 'for hire' part.
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The Wrong End of the Lightsaber (Prompt: 023 Curious)
"Ohnaka, what about him?" Tula Coruscanti's eyes were wide with fear.
Aurra's lip curled in irritation. Usually she liked being able to put the fear of... well, Aurra, into people. Sometimes however the ability to inspire instant terror could be something of a double-edged sword. Terrified people tended to either clam up or start babbling incoherently. It was a stumbling block that you expected to encounter during actual, bona-fide prisoner interrogation, but deeply annoying if you were just trying to ask, say, where the ladies' restroom was.
"He's been asking questions about me," she said. "I want to know what they are."
The woman gulped. "Well, first he wanted to know how well I knew you. I told him–"
"I don't care what you said," she snapped.
Tula flinched. "He also asked me what species you were and why you had the antenna and what kind of star fighters you favoured and if you liked jewellery. He wanted to know where you were staying on the station too."
It all made sense. Well, apart from the bit about the jewellery. This Ohnaka was obviously planning to take a hit on her. Fool. She'd show him how a true assassin did these things.