You woke up to the warm embrace of the morning sun caressing your face, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you basked in the feeling of being present in the moment. The muffled notes of music filled the air, reminding you of the night's revelry at the strip club. With a soft sigh, you turned to see Felix by your side, his presence comforting. Gently rubbing his shoulder, you whispered, "Felix, it's time to head home."

After a restful night's sleep, Felix slowly opened his eyes, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. With a hint of surprise in his voice, he inquired, "Already?" You couldn't help but chuckle at his sleepy confusion, gently replying, "We've been here all this night," as your fingers traced a tender path along his cheek.

As Felix grumbled in a mix of reluctance and contentment, he finally mustered the energy to stand up, stretching his limbs with a satisfying groan. You watched as he relaxed his back, the tension of the night melting away with each movement.

Together, in a shared moment of intimacy and familiarity, both of you began the simple ritual of dressing, each article of clothing a familiar touchpoint in the dance of getting ready for the day ahead. The quiet rustle of fabric, the exchanged glances filled with unspoken understanding, all weaving together in a tapestry of morning routines and shared moments.

You gently patted his shoulder and assured him, "I'll be in the basement today." Felix glanced at you, noting, "You've been spending many nights here lately." With a nonchalant shrug, you replied, "Just taking care of some business, that's all." Felix simply hummed in acknowledgment, "Sure thing, hyung."

You let out a soft chuckle that filled the room before gracefully exiting, leaving Felix behind as you embarked on your journey homeward. Stepping out into the cool night air, you made your way towards your sleek sports car, the engine purring to life as you sped off into the darkness. Arriving at your residence, you descended into the depths of the basement, a carton of delectable food in hand.

Tech, who was engrossed in his work, glanced up as you entered. "You're back," he stated, a hint of curiosity in his voice. You couldn't help but chuckle at his surprise, setting the food down before him. "I couldn't bear the thought of my esteemed guest going hungry. How have you been faring?" Your words held a touch of warmth and concern as you engaged in conversation with your companion, ensuring his well-being in your care.

He casually shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with the keen observation in his eyes. "Your techniques are definitely commendable, though they may not match the precision of Kamino technology. Nevertheless, they will suffice," he remarked with a hint of approval. His tone carried a subtle challenge as he continued, "You have yet to share your name with me, yet you seem to be acquainted with mine." As he spoke, he subtly narrowed his eyes behind the reflective lenses of his goggles, a silent indication of his curiosity and skepticism. "How is it that you already know who I am?"

You smirked and gently placed a kiss on her forehead, whispering, "All in good time, brown eyes, all in good time," with a hint of playfulness in your voice. Tech grumbled in a slightly irritated tone, "I've completed four rotations here, maybe even more. It's about time for me, don't you think?" His gaze intensified as he fixed his eyes on you, questioning, "Don't you feel like your employer should have compensated you appropriately for your dedication and hard work?"

Shrugging nonchalantly, you gently placed the cartoon on the table with a hint of indifference evident in your actions. "Don't know, love, don't know," you muttered softly before turning away, leaving him sitting there, pondering your cryptic words. Tech let out a resigned sigh as he picked up the food, taking a moment to inspect the contents. Among the offerings were succulent chicken nuggets and an assortment of seafood delicacies that he had a fondness for. The irony of being tended to by an assassin was not lost on him; a person who was originally tasked with ending his life was now unexpectedly caring for him. The situation left Tech bewildered, unsure of who would desire the demise of his brothers or himself. The complexities of the circumstances weighed heavily on his mind as he contemplated the mysterious turn of events.

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You fixated your gaze on the flickering hologram projection of your superior, Count Dooku, his stern visage frozen in digital form. "He's deceased, Count. The technicians from the Bad Batch have also met their demise," you articulated with a sharp tone, your eyes betraying a hint of boredom amidst the gravity of the news. Count Dooku had made an appearance at your establishment, the strip club, just the day before, his insatiable thirst for forbidden desires left unquenched. Despite his brazen request for your presence in his bed, a proposition you adamantly declined, your unwavering resolve to maintain your principles stood firm in the face of his advances.

You peered at the hologram projection of Count Dooku, observing his stern countenance as he addressed you. "Is there anything else to add, sir, or are you finally ready to fulfill your financial obligations?" The Count let out a weary sigh, acknowledging your efforts. "Very well, Bloodshadow. I must admit, you have performed admirably. It is regrettable that it has taken this long for me to provide you with what you are owed." With a subtle nod, he redirected his focus. "I shall instruct one of our operatives to transfer the funds to you by tomorrow."

You nodded respectfully at him, acknowledging his gesture with a gentle "thanks, sir," before concluding the transmission. Changbin stood in the doorway, a concerned expression on his face as he inquired, "Boss, are you doing okay?" You met his gaze with a reassuring smile, leaning in to affectionately plant a kiss on his nose. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just going to explore other job opportunities," you stated confidently, reaching for your phone and selecting your most alluring outfit from the wardrobe.

Changbin exhaled audibly, a hint of concern in his voice as he suggested, "Why don't you take a break? The company has granted us some time off now."

You chuckled sarcastically at the mention of "time off," a wry smile forming on your lips. The sound of your companion's cough broke the brief silence, followed by a dismissive remark about Changbin. "Yeah, as if," you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice. "I'll be down at the clone bar. Give me a call if there's any trouble, or if your brother's tires decide to act up again." With a playful peck on his cheek, you gracefully stepped away, the warmth of the moment lingering in the air.

As you emerged from the building, you were met with a mix of crisp clarity and the faint scent of Coruscant's urban atmosphere. The cool air filled your lungs as you took a deep breath, savoring the moment of solitude amidst the bustling cityscape.

As you confidently make your way towards the vibrant bar, the dim lighting casting shadows around you, you notice a few onlookers stealing glances filled with unmistakable desire at your every move. A sly smirk plays on your lips as you revel in the attention, fully aware that you haven't even undergone a transformation yet. With a light chuckle, you stride towards the secluded changing booth, your steps echoing softly against the tiled floor.

Inside the booth, you carefully select an ensemble that exudes elegance and allure. The pearls delicately encircle your neck, their lustrous sheen accentuating your features, while the silk drapes gracefully around your frame. The fabric hugs your waist and accentuates your toned abdomen, enhancing the definition of your sculpted six-pack, creating a striking silhouette that commands attention with each step you take.

As you finish dressing and prepare to head out, a young woman stumbles towards you, clearly intoxicated, her words slurring and spilling from her tinted lips. She reaches out, clinging to you as she pleads, "Please, sir, just take me with you." With a gentle touch, you carefully detach her from you, offering a kind yet firm response, "I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen." It's important to handle such situations with respect and clarity, setting boundaries without causing harm or misunderstanding.

You carefully guide her to recline on a luxurious sofa nestled in the lap of a man who tenderly kisses her, eliciting a reciprocal gesture as she holds a wine bottle in her hand, its contents threatening to spill over and cascade onto the floor. Your posture exudes a sense of ease, your shoulders dropping as you take in the ambience of this familiar setting that resonates with your personal tastes.

Amidst the scene, a glint catches your eye, drawing your attention to a figure who causes a flutter in your chest – the same man who had previously inquired about his sibling. He approaches you with a wine glass in hand, his demeanor now laced with a hint of flirtation. "Well, look who we have here again," he remarks, his smile carrying a playful undertone, prompting a chuckle from you as you playfully grasp his arm, a silent acknowledgment of a promise made earlier.

"Would you care to join us?" he asks, a subtle nod indicating the direction where his brothers are gathered, engaged in laughter and camaraderie. You respond with a playful peck on his cheek, a hint of flirtation in your gesture, and agree, "Of course, my handsome companion," as you allow him to guide you towards the group. The eldest among them, a jovial figure, greets you warmly, exclaiming, "Ah, behold the renowned Jedi I spoke of!" He nudges the elder with silver-streaked hair, who regards you with a penetrating gaze. The one with a cybernetic arm blushes slightly, averting his eyes in a mix of shyness and curiosity.

Sitting elegantly with your legs crossed, you exude a sense of grace and confidence as you observe your surroundings. A figure dressed in a bandana takes a seat beside you, a reassuring hand resting gently against your back. "You never shared your name with us," he remarks in a husky voice, prompting a musical laughter to escape your lips, reminiscent of flowing water - beautiful and melodic. "Oh, I suppose I forgot to mention it. You may refer to me as Bloodshadow, or simply Kai," you playfully suggest, punctuating your words with a wink that elicits blushes from some of those present. Among them, a larger individual named Lugah openly expresses admiration, declaring, "I admire you, Kai."

You smiled at him, a hint of curiosity in your expression as you inquired, "What are your names, then, boys?" The one with the bandana nodded his head confidently, "I'm Hunter, that's Echo and Crosshair, and the big one is Wrecker. We've been on the lookout for our brother named Tech, the one I mentioned to you last time, didn't I? Have you come across any information about him?" Hunter's voice held a mix of hope and urgency. You nonchalantly shrugged in response, playing it cool, "Perhaps I have, but what's in it for me if I share that information with you?" Crosshair shot you a sharp glare, his eyes narrowing with a hint of threat, "How about I spare you a bloody nose? How does that sound to you?"

Echo groaned, the sound muffled by the weight of the situation, while you, with a playful grin, countered, "Oh, so you believe you have what it takes to challenge me as a sniper, is that your claim?" Your head tilted in a gesture of curiosity, and your eyes meticulously traced the contours of his figure, contemplating his skills. "Hmm, I suppose we shall see."

Turning towards Hunter, a glacial chill overtook your gaze, betraying the gravity of the moment. "I may have caught sight of the individual you seek, but I must ensure that divulging his whereabouts will not result in harm befalling him," your voice steady, yet laced with an underlying warning.

Wrecker's laughter resonated through the tense atmosphere, breaking the seriousness of the exchange. "Why would we ever bring harm to him? He is not just an ally; he is our brother," he affirmed with a conviction that echoed through the loyalty binding your group together.

As you hummed the melody with a touch of melancholy, the words echoing softly in the air, you discreetly revealed the whereabouts of the young boy to the hunter. "If you venture to these specific coordinates, I can guide him to you," you offered with a hint of mystery in your voice. Hunter's gaze narrowed as he questioned your willingness to assist, to which you casually responded with a nonchalant shrug, "Certainly, I've extracted what I required from him." Before the boys could fully comprehend your intentions, you bestowed a gentle kiss upon each of them, a gesture filled with both warmth and enigma, before gracefully departing into the shadows.