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[vergeofgreatness]

"Then I'm sure you'll be interested in the chance of killing two of them." He was determined to destroy Tarkin's work here once and for all now.

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Oh, hello. Harper smiled. "You're too good to me. How are you going to draw them out?"

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"Well, it seems the rebels have gotten intelligence that we are building some advanced armored weapons here. I have no doubt that they are on their way eager to stop us and destroy these two weapons."

And Tua would no doubt be blamed for the leak which would suit both of them at the same time.

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Of course they had. Hmm.

Harper bared his teeth in a wide grin.

"Good. Good. That will be a worthy fight!"

Indeed. He might lose a few soldiers in the mess, but it would be well worth it. Finally, someone worth facing in battle. And two, no less.

Harper leaned forward suddenly.

"You are good to us, Imperial. However shall I thank you?"

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"I thought you might be interested."

Krennic smirked as he remained where he was, a glint in his eyes. There was a reason he wanted to deliver this news in person.

"I'm sure you'll think of a suitable way to repay me."

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Oh, Harper knew that look. He laughed just a little, then stood up and stretched. The chair was comfortable but he still had all his armor on, minus the helmet. It got heavy. It wasn't really meant for being stationary. "I can think of a few."

He tipped his head to the side. "We ought to discuss details about this venture of yours. In private, I think."

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"I believe you're right," he said as he stood, watching Harper carefully. No doubt almost every soldier was watching them

"Lead the way then. I'm sure you can find somewhere more suitable." He was sure they were going to have an interesting discussion and he was in no hurry."

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Harper made a gesture to his second, putting him in charge. Ossor offered him a curt nod. A stranger might think he was displeased with the situation, but that was simply Ossor. Straight-laced down to the bone. "Follow me, engineer."

Then he turned, unafraid to have Krennic at his back, and led the man inside one of the ships they'd used to transport his soldiers. It wasn't nice, exactly, but it was away from prying eyes.

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Krennic only glanced at Ossor before following Harper into the transport ship. He wasn't worried about it being nice, he had more important concerns tonight.

"So do you plan to keep the lightsabers of the Jedi as trophies?" he asked with amusement as soon as they were alone.

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The outside of the transport ships were mercenary and plain, heavily armored and dented by their travels. Inside was a different story. The walls had been painted with wild colors, murals and scenes depicting battles and triumphs. Those without artistic talent had simply written their names and dates, along with sparse descriptions of events worth remembering. No single wall remained bare. Even the cots were adorned, blankets embroidered with careful stitching and brightly dyed thread. Harper toed one carelessly and began stripping out of his armor. It got cumbersome after a while.

"Of course. As commander, I have first claim on the fight. If I win, their weapons are mine. But should any of my men participate and conduct themselves with honor, they are welcome to whatever remains. Their scalps, perhaps."

He smiled at Krennic. "I don't care for those. Far too messy. But perhaps I'll show you my trophies one day. A man like you ought to appreciate things like that."

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"Scalps cannot be practical to keep around," he remarked as he followed Harper, looking around at the walls of the transport. No Imperial ship would have ever been decorated like this, but here he could get a sense of what the Mandalorians were like.

He looked back at a Harper with a smirk, watching him taking the armor off. "So, we were discussing how you would repay me."

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"We tan them first. " Harper laughed. "We're not savages. Can you imagine the smell?"

It wouldn't do at all. The stink would get into everything.

He smiled. Tipped his head to the side.

"Indeed we were. And I'm feeling---hmm. Generous. Anything special you're looking for, Imperial?"

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"Ah, yes, that would make more sense. You'll have to forgive me, I'm not exactly an expert on scalping." He didn't take his eyes off of Harper as he sat down on the other man's bunk.

"Oh, not particularly. But I have no doubt that you have some ideas of your own, especially if you're feeling generous tonight."

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"No? A man like you doesn't keep trophies?"

That seemed like a shame. How else would he relive his triumphs?

Harper laughed again, eyes bright. "I know what I'd enjoy. Would you let me bind your hands?"

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"I have a few trophies but I suppose they could more accurately be called spoils of war."

While Krennic didn't trust Harper he also knew right now they were both useful to each other. For now. So he nodded with a smirk, knowing this would be worth his while. "I believe I would enjoy that as well so yes, I would."

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"War," Harper murmured. As if it really mattered. It was all the same in the end. "Ah, well. I shall forgive you for that."

As he'd forgiven the Empire for a great many things. But he would see things right. All in good time.

Harper gave Krennic a long look.

"Good. Anything else you'd like, Imperial? I'm indulging you, after all."

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He started to unbutton his jacket before setting it aside before starting to pull off his boots. He was sure it would be obvious what they had done when he left with a wrinkled uniform but he didn't care.

"What have you brought with you?" He would have been surprised in Harper didn't have a few interesting things with him.

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Harper just smiled. "There's a trunk by your boots, engineer. I'm sure you'll find something suitable."

It was one of his gear kits, containing nothing obviously related to sex. But creativity knew no bounds and so forth. Harper was rather found of the durasteel binders.

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Krennic leaned down to pull open the trunk, going through it for a few moments before pulling out the binders with a smirk.

"I believe these will do," he remarked as he shoved the trunk out of the way after pulling out a small unmarked bottle he assumed to be lubricant.

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Harper tipped his head to the side, smiling just a little. Outside he could hear the noise of uninterrupted festivities. He wondered if his men would manage to either kill or seduce any of Krennic's death troopers, or simply annoy them. The latter would involve less blood. Either of the former options would make things infinitely more interesting.

Time would tell.

"One of these days I will kill something worth more credits than I could ever need and I'll do this in a proper bed," Harper said thoughtfully. In a hotel with furniture they could wreck thoroughly, perhaps. He moved away from the wall, reaching out to cup Krennic's cheek. He dug his nails in just a little. "As I said, you're bold to come out here. And away from your guards. What if I hadn't been here at all, hmm?"

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"Hmm I suppose I would have had to figure something out in that case, wouldn't I?" he chuckled as he reached out to pull Harper closer to him as he felt fingernails dig into his skin. He had gone out to meet Mandalorians, no one would be surprised if he came back with marks of some sort or other so there was no protest from him.

"But my gamble paid off, which is fortunate for the both of us."

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Harper laughed, bopping Krennic on the nose just because he could. "You're a brave man. Maybe foolish. I haven't decided."

Either way, he was sitting on Harper's bunk like he belonged there. An appealing image if ever there were.

Harper leans forward and kisses Krennic then, still cupping his cheek.

"But always interesting."

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He chuckled at getting bopped on the nose, it seemed such an innocent gesture considering their current position.

"I would hate to be boring or predictable," Krennic laughed as he pulled at Harper's clothes. He was sure he made quite a sight - an Imperial officer in a compromising position on the bunk of a Mandalorian soldier. But it didn't matter, right now he wasn't the head of advanced weapons research, it was just him and Harper at the moment.

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"If you were, you'd be dead," Harper informed him cheerfully, stepping back to shrug out of his shirt. It was just the way of things. "But you aren't and my men won't kill your troopers. Probably. Take your clothes off."

[vergeofgreatness]

"That is reassuring to know." Krennic grinned at that as he started to pull his clothes off. He didn't need much encouragement and he wasn't going to ask about his troopers. If they died then clearly they weren't the elite soldiers they were supposed to be. It didn't take him long to discard his clothes, tossing them aside as he waited for Harper to strip as well.