Yes They Both Go After IG-88

Deliah wiped the sticky cum residue from her face with the back of her hand, giving Jango a half amused glare, "alright now that we got that out of our systems we have a walking toaster too catch."

Jango puts his helmet back on the HUD flickers too life, dampering the hot humid weather of Mos Eisley, Jangos voice with the synthesizer chirps in "We split the pay 60/40 i do all the heavy lifting you makesure he dosen't escape."

"50/50" Deliah counters as she checks the power cell on her blaster. "I was here first Jango."

"55/45 and thats only because you know the layout of the docks." Jango rumbles "deal or I leave you."

"Deal." She mutters slipping into place next too Jango.

***

They moved quickly through the tight alleyways of Mos Eisley, as Jango used his tracking device inside his helmet too track IG-88, Deliah stayed close resting her hand on her blaster.

"He's still here, wait a second that's him up their trying too board that transporter ship!" Jango says.

"Then we better move fast." Deliah replied as she started running, her hips swaying side too side as she ran.

***

Thr pair caught up too IG-88 before he took off in his transporter, he allready has hid rifle in his hands "Jango Fett and Deliah Blue... your presence here is... inconvenient." IG-88 mechanical voice droned.

"Surrender now, IG, and we'll make this quick," Jango called out, his hand hovering over his blaster.

"Negative. Self-preservation protocols engaged."

IG-88 opened fire onto Jango and Deliah, the pair dived behind a stack of cargo crates, blaster bolts echoing through the air. As Deliah back is resting against the concrete her heavy breasts are pressed against Jangos muscular stomach.

"Cover me." Jango says, he rolls too the side, fireing his wrist mounted rockets at the droid, while Deliah pops up from behind the crates squeezing off various shots which strikes the chassis of IG-88.

Sparks and bolts fly astray as IG-88 falls too one knee, the self destruction sequence happens sending the torso half way across the docks.

***

Later, back at the cantina, Jango and Deliah sat across from each other, splitting the bounty credits on a datapad.

"Not bad for a day's work," Deliah said, raising her drink.

Jango clinked his glass against hers. "You're not terrible in a fight."

"High praise from the great Jango Fett," she teased.

He smirked beneath his helmet. "Maybe we'll work together again."

"Maybe," Deliah said with a sly grin. "But next time, I'm leading."

Jango chuckled. "We'll see about that."

As the twin suns set over Mos Eisley, the two bounty hunters parted ways for now.

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