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I am as fearless as the tiger who chose me
“Ahsoka Tano.”
“Fennec Shand.”
The names were spoken like a curse word spat out from an enemy’s lips.
Which wasn’t far from the truth. As these two had certainly been on the opposite side of things during their very long acquaintance-ship. The many years they had know each other.
While true, Ahsoka and Fennec had been known to have been working together on occasion when the benefits had outweighed the cons. Alas, being friends was not the proper words to describe their relationship.
But, friend or foe, the two did share something, a thing they both had in common.
That of having the fondness for the more female persuasion of the humanoid beings of the galaxy.
That fact having come up during a successful mission shared between the two frenemies years back while both hitting on the same lovely patron during the celebratory moment post said mission. Only having ended up sharing a night with said female, the three of them together.
And so, whenever there were no hostilities between them, the two had made a pact to accommodate the other during those times. During those very special personal moments in where work got simply too hard to have a break and yet the eternal itching needed another party’s scratching as the solo act just did not cut it.
And this particular night, being one of those very special occasions.
“So, flying solo again, Soka?”
Yes, they had resorted to using pet names during these, meet-ups as well.
“Yeah, well, didn’t get any objections from you either, Neccie, when I called you up.”
Fennec let out snort, as indeed, the call from Ahsoka could not have arrived at a better time. The Fox herself having debated whether there was time to find some remote local, with a bar and some willing females. Too arduous of a task at this point in time though.
“No objections, Soka.”
“So, busy on the bounty then?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
They usually had a brief of banter as small talk, to get things rolling. After all, they weren’t friends.
“No, I would not.”
“Thought as much.”
Their ships having docked to each other at a safe and remote location in space they both frequented, making things easy for both of them during these pressing times. Literally pressing times.
“So, guess the one question still remains for tonight - your ship or mine?”
“Mine. My bed is bigger than that bunkbed setup on yours.”
They both laughed, Fennec offering her had for Ahsoka to guide to the boudoir. After all, Fennec was nothing if not a gentlelady. Especially when something lovely as Ahsoka was on the platter as an offering.