We're back on the mothership bridge, Arla begins with the questions.
"Why did you come for me? What is your angle here?", Arla asks seriously.
I face her, "First off, I'm Bido. Now, I have a...existential problem if you'll call it that. I sought you out because I believe you would be able to aid me in that problem."
Arla stares me down, so I continue, "My problem is that I am the only member of my species in the whole galaxy to my knowledge. My species is also...different. Just using normal women is not optimal. My species, the Yautja, are not too different from you in terms of culture. Where you Mandalorians are a warrior race, my species is a race of hunters. You have the honor code of a warrior, I have the honor code of a hunter."
Arla understands and gets a little irritated in her voice, "So you expect me to bend over for you because you rescued me like some princess? Laughable, you're delusional."
I laugh, "It is you who is delusional. Did you expect me to want you just because I rescued you like a princess. I don't want a princess." I finish as I step closer to her and say, "I need a killer, a warrior, a hunter. Yautja are a race where we always strive to become better killers, hunters that constantly improve over generations. Do not mistake us for savages though, we hold our code of honor in immensely high regard."
She questions, "How high would that be?"
I chuckle, "You'd be lucky to get off with permanent exile. The popular punishment to that is you become the hunted for the rest of us. And you get your skull mounted."
She loosens up a bit and asks further, "What is this code of yours?"
I explain, "First, only a blooded Yautja can hunt intelligent species. The hunted must be worthy prey. They are mature, can defend themselves, are not pregnant, and are not sick. To hunt fairly, to depend on skill rather than pure firepower. Should you fail a hunt, you will die by your hand will to save your honor. Murder of another Yautja is the worst offense. You are to show mercy when defeated or out-hunted by your prey if they are intelligent. Never harm the innocent. When hunting for food, only kill the weak. When coming upon wounded game dying without sport, give it a good death to honor the hunter who wounded it. Although if it still shows sport, it is to be a joint trophy. Do not join another's hunt or intrude on their hunting grounds without permission. When in a duel, you must show yourself. Weapons of warfare are prohibited in a hunt and non-war situations. This is just a quick rundown. The code and my full culture is much more extensive. We can into that later. If you stay that is."
Arla nods, "Okay, so your race has a hunter culture. Different to the Mandalorian culture, but similar. Certainly better then Death Watch by a long shot."
I agree, "Much better than Death Watch. They may say they adhere to a code, but either I'm blind or their code is shit."
I get to the point, "The point is, I want to start my clan already. I've a gotten strong foundation and reputation by now. It is high time I make my clan. You Arla, are the first I've sought to begin my clan with."
She sighs and takes off her helmet. Allowing her blonde hair and brown eyes to be shown. For a human, she wasn't ugly. She says, "Well, I know you're a powerful fighter. I saw you use the same sorcery the Jedi use. My family is all gone too. You don't seem like a bad guy either. Although, what do you mean by first?"
I explain, "I am the only one Arla. Although I am not underestimating you. I need to produce a lot of offspring, and it is best that they have variable DNA. This will require me to have multiple partners of various origins. The common factor though, would be they will al be strong in their own right."
Arla nods and smirks, "I understand, so this will be a harem then?"
I shrug, "Ya, it'll be a harem by definition."
Arla asks, "Considering the circumstances, I can understand. Can I see your face? Or do you also have a rule about taking off your helmet."
I shake my head, "My culture has no such rule. I'll show you." I then take off my bio-helmet.
Arla whistles when she see my face, "Well, I've never seen a member of your species before. Hell, I've never heard of anything like you. Not too bad. I like the...dreads? Mandibles look cool too. Not the worst mouth I've seen. Also, I can already tell you have impressive muscles under that armor. I like that too. I will admit that less galactically exposed women wouldn't like your look, but you tickle my fancy."
I chuckle, "They are quills actually."
Arla thinks for a moment then says, "I'll help you. Honestly, you're powerful in everyway I ever wanted. You have honor, character, and you're a badass. Considering everything about you, I like you. I'll be your woman, but you have promise me Death Watch will fall."
I promise, "Death Watch will fall, it'll fall miserably. I thank you for accepting. You'll be more than my woman too. As the first, you'll be the de facto clan mother. Second only to me. Also, not all your family is dead Arla. Jango Fett is still alive out there."
Arla is stunned for a moment and asks quickly, "Do you know where he is?"
I answer, "I don't have any eyes on him currently. So I don't have his current location. I just know the last planet he was seen on. Did you want to find him?"
She asks, "Only if he isn't doing well. Is he...doing well?"
I assure her, "Jango Fett is doing, really well. Trust me on that. He's talented."
Arla is relieved, "Then we can hold off on it for a bit then. So, when do we start building the clan then?"
I get to the captain chair and sit down on it, "We'll begin once we reach a planet under my control where I have a base. Please shit down on any empty seat you like Arla."
She takes a seat on a chair, "What planet would that be Bido?"
"Myrkr..."