Star Wars Characters X Reader

(Cade Bane X Reader) Insignificant PART 2

That wasn't going to happen again.

(Y/N) stood silently before her employer, all but ignoring her lecture. The protocol droid, who was the acting translator, tore into the former Jedi with every word. Gardulla spared no expense when addressing her feelings towards (Y/N)'s failure to bring back all of the cargo, and the protocol droid was very hesitant to repeat much of the Hutt's unfiltered speech. (Y/N), after several minutes of being called every name in the galaxy, was finally so fed up that she didn't even consider her employment when she interjected;

"How could I have possibly known that the Imperials would check every single crate?"

The Hutt, now infuriated, spoke so quickly that even the droid had difficulty keeping up.

"The Great Gardulla Besadii the Elder is very unsatisfied with your work, and wishes for me to translate this directly; 'You are a shadow of what you used to be, (L/N). I knew that you would not always be useful to me, but I had no idea that you would practically be begging for me to turn you in to the Empire so soon. I cannot say that I am surprised that the Imperials exterminated your pathetic force-user club- had they not, I am certain now that I would have done it myself, starting with you.'" 

(Y/N) almost felt bad for the protocol droid as she knew that it probably had to rattle off harsh lectures several times daily. She pushed back a sigh as it attempted to escape her lips and eyed the ground, deciding that her best move would be to pretend to be ashamed of her failure to do the impossible. As the Hutt barked out more insults, forcing the poor droid to repeat each and every one word for word, (Y/N)'s eyes widened as she suddenly sensed an oddly familiar presence. She blocked out the rest of the galaxy and reached out, hoping for more information. 

The force, desperate for her attention but reluctant to satisfy her need for knowledge, told her nothing. (Y/N) reached further, trying vainly to grasp what she could not see. After several failed attempts, she returned to the present, defeated. She noted that Gardulla had now become preoccupied with a being whom (Y/N) recognized as a messenger for the infamous Jabba the Hutt, and as such she would not notice if she quietly slipped away. (Y/N) needed to know where this feeling was coming from, and she couldn't do that under Gardulla's watchful eye.

Careful as to not alert the Hutt, (Y/N) silently crept into the shadows, ignoring the immense feeling in the pit of her stomach that she would regret abandoning her post later. Feeling secure enough to continue her meditation, (Y/N) closed her eyes and reentered the force current as it discreetly flowed around her. 

Just as she had expected, she was met with a void of emptiness.

She opened her eyes and huffed. Slumping against the wall behind her, she scanned the room with her own eyes rather than those of the force, searching for anything that would be of use to her and her new quest to spite the force in obtaining answers without its aid. 

Her eyes eventually landed on a figure seated at the bar across the room. Its back was adorned with a deep brown leather jacket, and its head was hidden under the wide brim of a matching hat. Her breath hitched as she realized who he reminded her of.

Ever since he had clearly shown that her life meant nothing to her, (Y/N) had cursed the name of her beloved bounty hunter. Cad Bane had always been a charming man, however nothing could free him from his newfound reputation in her mind; that reputation of a conniving, careless creature. She couldn't find it in herself to call him a man after leaving her for dead. After all that they had been through over the years, starting with that fateful night on Coruscant which (Y/N) had forsaken in her memory, he would just watch her be murdered, no emotion on his face.

She hadn't realized that her emotion was visible until she looked down and noted her white knuckles. She released her grip and sighed, her eyes returning to the crowd. Most of them were dancing drunkenly around her, completely ignoring her presence; some were seated precariously at the bar, downing drinks as though their lives depended on it; a select few were standing respectfully on either of Gardulla's sides as they had been tasked with guarding her and her possessions. Regardless of their identities and chosen activities, (Y/N) did not have to use the force to sense the daze that clouded their minds. She couldn't blame them, being locked away and forced to give the illusion that the home of Gardulla Besadii the Elder was a lively establishment; it was not a desirable lifestyle.