"You won't get the chance to execute Maul yourself here," Amir said helplessly.
"I know."
"Fine, just don't cause trouble." Amir thought about it and agreed to his request. Having a powerful ship providing support would be useful for handling special situations.
Before long, 32 returned carrying an animal that looked like a wild boar. Amir skillfully dressed it and began roasting it over the flames spewing from the thruster.
A short while later, watching Milisen and Han Solo gorging themselves, Amir thought of Maul again.
Although Amir had decided to make a move against him, he had never underestimated him. On the contrary, Maul was a respectable enemy.
Severed in half by Obi-Wan, he had survived in trash for over a decade, rebuilding his lower body from scrap metal. It was only after his kin found him that he was able to return to the world. But what he faced was abandonment by his master.
He took that young kin as his apprentice. Like the Sith—a master and an apprentice—the two joined forces and made waves in the galaxy's underworld, beating numerous gangs into submission and forcing cooperation.
But all of this was worthless to the man in the black robe. Sidious came in person. Relying only on himself and the lightsabers in his hands, he easily defeated the master and apprentice duo, killing Maul's brother-like apprentice and forcing Maul beneath his feet to relive his old fears.
Under the "mercy" of Darth Sidious, Maul survived in fear and anger. After escaping captivity, only revenge remained in his heart.
He wanted Obi-Wan, who had destroyed his body, to experience the pain he had suffered. He wanted to destroy the Sith who had abandoned him . . .
He was an old man now, but his obsession burned more fiercely than ever.
Amir didn't know how strong Maul was now, which was why he decided to let the Mandalorians strike first.
If they succeeded directly, everyone would be happy. Crimson Dawn would undergo a massive upheaval, and the Mandalorians would become more unified and powerful, better able to resist the Empire.
If problems arose, Amir would strike from the shadows to ensure Maul could not escape.
Pushing these thoughts aside, Amir took a big bite of the golden, crispy roast meat in front of him.
At the very least, he couldn't let this delicious food go to waste.
. . .
After eating and returning to The Traveler, Milisen was satisfied.
"I love picnics! We must do this often in the future. When we go back to Guderian, we have to bring Mona and the others—hic~"
Amir was amused, and while laughing, he let out a hiccup as well.
Starting the ship, Amir flew back toward the castle. Just as they arrived, he saw a ship taking off. Amir recognized the markings; it was Bo-Katan's ship.
It seemed she had finished her business deal with Maz.
"This locator is a tool Crimson Dawn uses to contact members. Every so often, a new gathering location will appear on it. Just go directly to the target coordinates; no one will suspect you. The people there only know a small fraction of their own circle. Many even looted these devices off dead bodies." Han Solo handed a signal receiver to Amir.
With nothing else to do, Amir departed first.
This time, he flew directly toward the coordinates on the device. That was the location of the Crimson Dawn gathering.
Following the plotted course, Amir entered hyperspace. After some time, The Traveler appeared on the outskirts of a desert planet.
"According to the coordinates, this is it."
"Is Milisen going?" 32 asked.
"Let's go together. It shouldn't be a problem."
Milisen could now use the Force with some proficiency and held a lightsaber. If she added the Smart Tactical Backpack, an average bounty hunter might not be able to beat this little girl.
Besides, weapons were not allowed inside the gathering.
32 nodded. Protecting Milisen had always been his primary mission. It seemed he was about to be out of a job again.
However, no one could steal his position as The Traveler's first mate. If Han Solo dared to board the ship again, he would have to sit behind 32.
The cockpit was spacious. Milisen was sitting in a seat behind 32, watching his operations.
"Amir, when can I be the co-pilot?"
"Wait until you are more skilled."
32: "..."
He never expected that the one stabbing him in the back would be Milisen!
What else could he do?!
32's processor whirred frantically. Fortunately, his mechanical body was powerful; he could hold his own in combat. He still had to protect Milisen, and he could help Amir.
Let's see who can stop me on my path as a hardworking employee!
. . .
Crossing over a mountain peak, Amir saw a massive ship in the shadows.
When stationary, the ship was essentially a floating base. Many smaller ships were parked around it.
Amir piloted The Traveler closer and landed.
Stepping off the ship, the three walked directly toward the towering base in front of them. At the very bottom, there was a hatch for entry.
Pressing the switch, the hatch opened. Before them were exquisite, luxurious walls. The white and gold color scheme looked even more opulent under the lights, making anyone walking through feel unconsciously confident.
At the end of this corridor stood a humanoid creature in full black armor. This armor signified that he was Crimson Dawn; those who came here had to obey his rules.
"Surrender your weapons," he demanded mechanically.
Amir took out his blaster pistol and handed it over, then spread his robes open. "This is my only weapon."
As Amir waved his hand, the guard's eyes glazed over for a moment, and then he looked at 32.
"No droids allowed inside!"
"This isn't a droid. He is my friend. He is fully disabled, very pitiful, and had to have his body replaced with prosthetics. He isn't carrying any weapons," Amir said, leaning in front of the man.
Finally, the guard accepted it and directed the three to the elevator leading to the upper levels.
Amir pulled Milisen along, curling his lip helplessly. This man couldn't resist his Jedi mind trick after all.
Amir had sensed that the guard's willpower was strong. If it had been the old Amir, he might not have been able to induce him. But Amir's current mind trick had evolved.
His words carried a strong brainwashing effect. If he went against the man's will and tried to force him to let the three pass directly, it might not have worked. But by going along with the man's logic and misdirecting him, it was much simpler.
Amir first handed over a weapon and opened his robe to lower the guard's vigilance. Estimating that the thought "this person really has no weapons" had formed in the guard's mind, he seized the opportunity to deepen this thought to muddle through.
32, meanwhile, used a fabricated story and forcibly inserted emotions to influence the guard, making him believe Amir's words. Of course, 32 had also obediently worn clothes, covering his explosive mechanical body.
. . .
Before even stepping out of the elevator, Amir heard the loud music and the sound of people talking.
Walking forward, the first thing Amir saw in the center of the hall was a woman in silver-white reflective clothing, twisting her body and crooning. Beside her, inside a suspension tank filled with liquid, a small green creature was harmonizing.
Art knew no species boundaries.
A receptionist saw the three unfamiliar faces and walked straight toward them.
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