"Untitled short"

Xi'an paces around the prison cell, snarling in frustration and anger at being bested by 'mando', especially since there was plenty of opportunities to kill him. Burg was lying on the bench, groaning in constant pain with his hands on his face, his horns having been shattered by the door that slammed shut on him, while Mayfeld sat against the wall with his hands on his forehead, unable to do more than sit in silence over this humiliating mess.

As Xi'an prowled around the cell, hissing out the door every once and a while, the only other person who she could be more angry at than mando, was Mayfeld. While stalking past him during her pacing, she kicks him in the foot to express her anger.

"Ow!" he exclaims in surprise, glaring at her. "Will you quit it?"

"Oops, my bad," she sneers at him.

"What, you still angry at me?" Mayfeld scoffs.

"It's your fault we're stuck in here! We should have killed him!" she shrieks.

Burg groans in pain once more, and Xi'an snarls at him.

"Shut up!" she snaps.

"Well, if you had been more forthcoming about the guy's skills, maybe I could've planned better," Mayfeld tells her accusingly.

Xi'an glowers at him, baring her fangs.

"Maybe you shouldn't have planned at all!" she hisses.

Mayfeld simply rolls his eyes at her dismissively, and she growls at him. Before she could say anything more, noise from out in the hallways got their attention. Frowning in confusion, Xi'an turned to look out in the hallway, and Mayfeld also glances up at the commotion. A team of New Republic soldiers comes rushing in through the hallways on high alert, checking for any further sign of infiltrators.

Xi'an scoffs in disinterest as they pass by, realizing that means the prison ship has now reached its destination, and the New Republic was merely responding to the distress call. As she goes to turn away however, a familiar face gets her attention, and she narrows her eyes in disgust: similarly, the person she was glaring at had also noticed her presence, and came to a stop. She and her stepped up to the cell door to look inside, perplexed, but also amused.

"Xi'an," she remarks with interest.

"Rylla Tann..." Xi'an replies irritably. "Finally decided to give up your life of a bounty hunter?"

"Not exactly. I'm just doing a job, that's all," Rylla shrugs.

"For the New Republic?" she sneers.

"They do make much fairer deals than the Empire and crime syndicates do," Rylla's partner, Hayden Belhol, chimes in, smirking at another individual. "How's it going Mayfeld?"

"Go kriff yourself, kid," Mayfeld snaps.

"Charming as ever," Hayden replies sarcastically.

"I don't think you were on the list of prisoners..." Rylla says thoughtfully, turning to an officer nearby. "Was there a spot for 'Xi'an' in here?"

"The registry said a male Twi'lek named 'Qin' was supposed to be in here," the officer informs her.

"Guess your brother left you hanging?" Hayden snickers.

Xi'an hisses furiously at him.

"No! It was that kriffing 'mando' that put us in here!" she snarls, turning back to Mayfeld and putting emphasis on the word.

"Mando?" Rylla asks curiously. "You mean a Mandalorian?"

Xi'an looks back at her with a sarcastic expression on her face.

"Obviously," she scoffs in disgust.

Rylla raises an eyebrow at her and glances at Hayden, who shrugs in dismissal. Still, she couldn't help but wonder about a Mandalorian being involved in a raid on a New Republic prison ship. She's heard about 'The Mandalorian' who works for the Guild... at least until recently. Word is that he's been outcasted for some reason: something about a... child?

Wouldn't hurt to mention it to her friends with the Jedi, since Mandalorians are a hot topic for them right now.