As the Kima moved through hyperspace on it journey
from Esseles to Sullust, Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca
found herself wearing the common garb of a spacer. It
was the first time he had been out of uniform in as long
as she could remember. The clothing felt as if it made
her skin itch, but it was likely just in her head. She
had been so focused on the task of determining what
Imperial Energy Systems was doing on Ralltiir that she
had failed in her duty to relay important information to
Major Rodney. Her red eyes went wide and she nearly spit
out the tea that had been prepared as it suddenly dawned
on her. She placed the cup of tea down next to her
datapad and navigated through the corridor of the Nella
342 light freighter until she found Sierra. "Milady, I
failed to report a communiqué you received whilst you
were on Delaya," she said, in an uncharacteristically
anxious tone. Two failures in one week was *not* her
style. "A young girl from your estate activated the
comlink to the Retributor. She wished I inform everyone
that Lord Bruce spoke," she said, reporting it as if it
were simply a minor report. "I do apologize for the
delay in relaying the message, Milady," she said, with
an obedient nod of her head that remained lowered until
All Sierra wanted was a teeny, tiny, little nap. She
had listened to Allegra talk for far too long. Reg was
another pain in her rear end. Meham'ohorovi'cloca, the
quiet child, was the best behaved of all of them. Sierra
had remained in the cockpit. She didn't trust Reg. The
control freak inside of her felt she needed to be
watching his every move. However, she was pregnant.
Tired was her nature. While they were in hyperdrive, she
was lulled to sleep. She had been silently napping when
Meham'ohorovi'cloca awoke her with startling news.
"*What*?" Her blue eyes were briefly wide with shock.
Meham'ohorovi'cloca really didn't forget things. It was
one of the reasons why Sierra liked her so much. That,
and the Chiss was far from a suck up. "What..." Bruce
had said his first word and she had *missed* it. A frown
began forming over her lips. She had allowed herself to
leave Bruce with Drusilla repeatedly. She trusted her.
She didn't like missing things though. "Did she say what
word he spoke?" Sierra asked. Her little boy seemed to
be growing up quickly. When she only had a few years
left with him, every minute mattered.
"No, unfortunately she did not," Meham'ohorovi'cloca
replied, without any emotion. If she ever were to become
a mother she surely would do so with all the affection
of a nanny droid. "I believe it was the little girl I
met at the shower, milady," she continued, attempting to
explain the lack of relevant facts. "She seemed more
concerned with dessert," she concluded, with a gentle
nod of her head. "I apologize for the lack of
information," she added, as she began to feel a sense of
self-doubt at her recent missteps and omissions. Perhaps
she did need a vacation as Sierra suggested.
"Wait..." Reg said, as he turned in the pilot's seat
to gawk at Sierra. "I thought you were buying a yacht
for a daughter..." he said, as he pursed his lips and
raised his hand to his chin. "You mean you have more
than one kid?" he asked, his eyes widening slightly as
he looked her over. "You're not much older than a kid
yourself by the looks of you..." he said, with a soft
chuckle as he enjoyed the banter and getting under
people's skin. "How old were you when you started
breeding, Misses Moff?" he teased, as the navicomputer
began to beep to indicate they were nearly to Sullust.
He rolled his eyes at the equipment, hating
"Oh, Meham'ohorovi'cloca, you did nothing wrong. I
should have been at home to experience the moment
myself. Don't look so downtrodden. You'll have plenty of
chances to prove yourself during our field trip." Sierra
guessed that Meham'ohorovi'cloca was talking about
Callista. The little girl seemed to frequent their home
more and more. To Reg, Sierra rubbed the sleep from her
eyes. "That is a complicated question to answer, Mister
Collinwood. I only have one *biological* child. That is
my son, Bruce." She stuck out one finger. "Then there
are two daughter from my husband's previous marriage."
Her fingers added two more on. "We have two adopted
Squibs." Two more fingers. "Andddd, I'm pregnant with
twins." She laughed. There was no question that Sierra
was in working condition. "I was twenty when I had
Bruce. That wasn't long ago. I know, I know. We're
*busy*. Jealous much?" She prodded him back.
Meham'ohorovi'cloca was dismissed. Her eyes lingered on
the navicomputer. "What about you? Do you have any
Reg had not had enough schooling to count as high as
the number of children the woman that sat across from
him had. When he first met her he had to admit he was
initially interested, but when a woman has *that* many
children it usually is not worth the headache. He would
allow the Grand Moff to keep his woman rather than turn
on the old Collingwood charm and sweep her off her feet.
"None that I know of," he said, with a smirk, as he
turned to prepare the ship for its exit from hyperspace.
"*Busy* is one way to describe it," he said, laughing to
himself, as the swirling blue column in front of them
faded away and was replaced by a vibrant starfield and a
distant red orb. "Good to know I'll have something to
look forward to when I'm as *old* as your husband," he
said, when suddenly the proximity alarm began going off.
A flight of TIE fighter were swarming them. "...if I
live to be that old," he said, as he began to slow the
freighter to avoid being blown out of the sky. "You want
to call off the loth-wolves?" he asked, nervously, as he
watched the sensor display. "Hopefully they're all as
obedient as *that one*," he said, as he motioned over
his shoulder at the silent Chiss.
His charm would have never worked. Her eyes were for
one man. There was no one who could trump Claudius.
Sierra thought of her husband, wishing that the world
could be perfect and that they could both stay home with
the children instead of working hard and attempting to
avoid being murdered by Vader, the Emperor, or various
Imperial officers. Thinking about it made her head hurt.
The inner Alderaan noble woman was sickened by Reg's
attitude. He probably acted like a rabid, horny dog. She
crossed her arms over her chest and sat up. She snorted.
He was prodding at Claudius' age, though he had no idea
how much older her husband was than her. "You'll never
get as lucky as he did." She winked. The sight of TIEs
always reminded her of home. Now, she took to her comm
and spoke into it. She named off several Imperial codes.
The TIEs departed, scampering off to harass anyone else.
Her eyes narrowed. "That one is spoken for. Leave her
alone before I use my blaster on you." She looked back
at both girls. "Ladies. I'm leaving it up to you two to
figure out what is going on with the cargo. The
troublemaker and myself will keep suspicion away from
you for as long as we can." She prayed word that she was
looking for a yacht for Drusilla didn't reach her
daughter's ears. At the same time, she prayed the little
girl in her stomach wouldn't be identical to Dru. She
didn't know if her wallet could take the hit from having
*two* of them.
"Probably for the best," Reg began, as he adjusted
the controls to navigate towards Sullust once the TIE
fighters maneuvered off. "Like they say, once you go
blue..." he snickered, but any expression of humor
quickly left his face when what next appeared through
the viewport caught his eye. Near the planet the
transports that had left Ralltiir were joined by
transports from a dozen other world before making
another final hyperspace jump towards parts unknown.
There was a fleet of Star Destroyers and their escorts
protecting the convey and the stations that were fueling
them. There must have been more TIE fighters than he had
ever seen in his life. "...where did you bring us?" he
asked, for the first time in their interaction he had
nothing witty to say. The color was leaving his face and
suddenly he wished he was back in his cell.
The conversation between Sierra and Reg went right
over Meham'ohorovi'cloca's head. As the ship exited
hyperspace she took the seat behind Reg again, but even
she was unprepared for what happened next. Her red eyes
went wide attempting to count the ships and identify
them, and practically pushed Reg aside to lean in and
examine the sensor records. "I need to record this," she
explained, as she began furiously pressing information
into her datapad. Even the computer had a difficult time
calculating the number of Imperial ships gathered.
Silently Allegra Ames was miffed that the smuggler
had made a comment about Sierra and Meham'ohorovi'cloca
while ignoring her. Unlike the excited Chiss, she found
herself with a growing sense of dread. "I have a bad
feeling about this..." she said, from her position
seated behind Sierra. "We should ... we should turn
back," she said, like a sniveling coward, which was
quite the accurate description of her. "Whatever those
transports are doing I don't think we're supposed to
know, Milady," she confessed, as her cheeks went to a
pale shade of white as the blood retreated in a manner
similar to what she would like to do.
No! That was Meham'ohorovi'cloca who he was talking
about. Sierra formed her hand into a fist and punched
his arm. "If I knew I was going to be traveling with
such a pervert, I would have brought a spray bottle.
Down, boy!" She chastised him. Just as their banter
started to fill the cockpit, Sierra went silent. Even
she was awestruck by the amount of Imperial ships
keeping the cargo safe. It was all the more confirmation
that the cargo was very precious. Emperor Palpatine
couldn't resist losing any of it. She was speechless.
Beside her, Meham'ohorovi'cloca worked to grasp the
situation that her superior had led her into. She bit on
her lower lip and wondered if she was really making the
right move here. This was dangerous...dangerous in a way
she had not been involved in before.
Allegra suggested turning back, to which Sierra
immediately replied. "No. We have to keep going. We need
to find out." She was insistent. To Reg, she provided a
veiled explanation. "There is something very important
inside those cargo transports. I have no idea what, but
it is clear that no one wants us to know. I didn't want
to give myself away by using my husband's noticeable
ship. I can't help but think something truly terrifying
is in the works." Sierra told them. She sat back, still
committed to the mission. She wanted to com Claudius and
tell him what was going on. Even he would likely support
an immediate withdraw, but she couldn't. She couldn't
risk their message being intercepted, nor could she let
this go unchecked. "Continue on course, Mister
Collinwood." She ordered him this time. Beneath her
authoritative tone, fear rang out. She had bit off more
than she could chew.
"She may have a point," Reg told Sierra, referring to
Allegra's cowardice. "Fine, fine," he sighed, after
Sierra had instructed him to press on. "Gimme a little
room," he complained to Meham'ohorovi'cloca, elbowing
her out of the way so he could comfortably grasped the
controls. "Where to?" he asked her, as he took his hands
off the controls and looked towards her. "Surface of the
planet? Supply station? Command ship?" he asked her, as
the ship glided closer towards Sullust and the
unprecedented Imperial presence. He attempted to
swallow, but his mouth was strangely dry. He could have
benefited from a Corellian ale right about now.
She pushed Meham'ohorovi'cloca away from her.
"Sorry," she muttered. The gravity of this situation was
coming crashing down. If they messed up, Sierra could
bring a good deal of pain unto her family. Her saw was
clenched. Her eyes were focused on the cargos that were
out of her reach. It was Reg's voice that shook her
away. Her blue eyes blinked away tears. "SoroSuub
Corporation. I find the fact that the mysterious cargo
running through their territory a coincidence too clear
to miss. There must be some kind of connection. We will
pose as a wealthy couple searching for the perfect
yacht." She rose from her seat. She needed to get
changed. "Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca, Commander
Ames, it is important that no one knows who you are.
Keep your identities secret." She told them, making her
way to the back of the ship to find some privacy; a
place where she could breathe again.
"Aye, aye, Misses Moff," Reg said, as he angled the
nose of the Kima down towards the planet Sullust. He was
glad to be avoiding the Imperial fleet, but at the same
time once they left the ship he would have much less
control. "...wait. Did you say a *couple*?" he asked, as
they penetrated the upper atmosphere of the planet on
their descent. "I'm not sure they'll believe a guy like
me would go for a girl like you, but you're the boss,"
he said, as the craft began to shake from turbulence as
they entered the lower atmosphere. Gradually he set the
Kima down in a larger hangar within the SoroSuub
Centroplex. The surface of the planet looked to be
molten rock with active lava flows still visible. "Hope
everyone brought closed toe shoes," he joked, as he
began to unstrap himself and rise from his seat.
"Is it wise to involve him like this, milady?"
Allegra asked, as she rose from her chair as Sierra
began to move away. She did not care if *he* heard her
comment. She wanted him to know. Whatever the Empire was
up to here it would be difficult for them to find out,
but fortunately if they were caught her compatriot was
an alien whom she believed she could easy shift all the
blame to. "C'mon, Meham'ohorovi'cloca. Follow my lead,"
she said to the Chiss, enjoying ordering her around with
the costumes she had selected. The sooner they found out
what was going on the sooner they could return to their
own ship. These local Imperials most likely would not
care about who they were. This was the Outer Rim ...
*not* the Ringali Shell.
The couple rouse was overdone and the best route at
the same time. They didn't look like a match made in
heaven. For the next few hours, they were going to need
to impersonate their asses off. She paused to the sound
of Allegra's voice. "As much as it is debatable, my gut
says we're doing the right thing here. At this exact
moment, he's involved whether he wants to be or not."
Sierra responded to her. It made her feel anxious to
watch her and the Chiss woman leave. She worried for
Meham'ohorovi'cloca's safety ... and Allegra, kind of.
She turned into the bathroom and began to dress. Her
attire consisted of leggings and a simple dress. She
groaned. The material clung to her body tightly. "I just
bought this a month ago.." She complained. Her hormones
raged a war inside of her. The article of clothing was
ill-fitting. For an inexplicable reason, Sierra wanted
to cry because of it. She sniffled in front of the
mirror while her fingers toyed with her hair. She didn't
want people to notice her, not that people saw her much
when she hid behind Claudius' back and worked from the
shadows like a true ISB officer.
Her eyes were puffy and red when she left the
bathroom. The will to go home had never been stronger.
She made her way back up to the cockpit where she
collected her datapad and shoved it into her purse. Now
that Allegra and Meham'ohorovi'cloca were gone, Sierra
settled back into the cockpit. "It's important we get
answers here," she said to him seriously. "Did you know
that the Empire built something that was so powerful it
*destroyed* Alderaan? Well, until recently, I didn't
know. All I knew was that my home planet had been taken
from me. I'm suspicious of the cargo that's being so
heavily guarded. I wonder if the Empire is about to blow
another planet to smithereens." She drew the veil back
for Reg. He deserved to know what he was getting into.
"Is that your plan? To distract them with tight
clothing?" Reg asked, after taking a good look at her
wardrobe change. "Don't bend down to pick anything up
... you'll burst," he teased her, as he was starting to
enjoy this. "Answers? What kind of answers?" he asked
her, as the smile left his face and the tone became more
serious. "You're just finding that out, Misses Moff?" he
said, shaking his head, as if unwilling to accept her
statement. "*Everyone* knows the Empire destroyed
Alderaan, even the Grand Moff's own dau- ... oh," he
said, as he lowered his head, while brining his palm up
to his forehead. "...and what do you care if the Empire
is going to destroy *another* planet" he said,
forcefully, as he raised his head and glared at her.
"You *are* the Empire. You're ISB. You're in the planet
destroying business last I checked," he said, revealing
his true feelings towards the Empire.
"You joke, but the tight clothing approach might
work." She said. She didn't want him to know how
hormonal she was. Sierra needed a pudding cup and she
needed it *stat*. She thought of where she had stupidly
left them on the holotank. Why oh *why* did she leave
her pudding behind? She shortly mourned their loss. "I
know, I know. I had my suspicions, but there were people
manipulating me and keeping the true from me. I don't
even want to get into it." His opinion on the Empire
seemed clear from the start. Now he was calling her out
as being in that business. She turned away from him,
glancing out into the hangar. "Reg. Do you ever have
those times where you are so deep in shit that there's
no way out of it?" She asked him, though she didn't bat
an eye at him. "Do you think I'm *happy* that Alderaan
is gone? I'd have drunk myself to death if it weren't
for my husband. That was home. That was *my* home!" She
slammed her fist down on the seat's armrest. "I will
never get to show my children the beauty of where I grew
up, nor will they ever know the parts of my family that
didn't suck. In a single moment of pure evil, the Empire
took my everything away. If we are truly preparing to
build another monstrosity that is capable of destroying
another planet, then I'm going to do everything in my
power to stop it."
"Are you joking? I'm in one of those situations right
now!" Reg exclaimed, as he tried to explain his point of
view to her. "Here I am forced into an ISB plot in the
Outer Rim that I'll be lucky to survive," he reminded
her, before rolling his eyes. When she described
Alderaan he could see that it was a raw nerve, so he
decided not to press the issue further. "Look. Whatever
you're into here we have a better chance of succeeding
and getting out of here if we get started," he
explained, with a sigh, before rising from the chair.
"How long do you think it's going to be before those two
blow their cover and get us all in a jackpot?" he asked,
shaking his head, and wishing he had his blaster pistol.
It was a funny thought to have, as what would one
blaster do against a legion of Stormtroopers. Still, he
felt naked without it. "If the Empire is building what
you fear they're building its best we get as far away
from it as possible," he was quick to point out, before
offering a hand to help the pregnant woman out of the
chair. He only hoped her outfit did not shred when she
stood. Or did he hope that it would? Even he did not
know the answer to that at the moment. It was a very
"No, the situation would have to be worse than this.
Eventually, I'm going to cut you free. You'll be able to
gallivant around the universe as you please. I'll remain
playing the role of a devoted Imperial to keep my family
safe." She told him. Somehow, it felt kinda good to get
it all out. It wasn't like Reg cared about the problems
in an ISB officer's life. She wasn't like the others,
was she? Bringing up Alderaan made her miss it. She
yearned to visit her favorite places with her family.
She missed the familiar places. A melancholy feeling
spread through Sierra, but it passed on account of his
joke about the girls. She laughed softly. "Not long. We
really should get going."
To her surprise, he offered her a hand and helped her
to her feet. She looked at him with a straight face.
"Thanks, *honey*." She batted her eyes at him like a
teenager then proceeded towards the ramp. The outfit was
massively uncomfortable. It made her feel out of her
element. After they proceeded through the blast doors
into SoroSuub building, Sierra saw the most disturbing
sight she had ever witnessed.
Debra the Hutt stood in all of her glory. She was
talking in rapid Huttese to a Sullustan who looked
confounded. The Hutt herself was a masterpiece...the
true work of an artist with absolutely no talent. Her
cheeks were reddened by blush. Her eyelash extensions
were coated with a mascara that made them shine blue
each time she blinked, which was infrequent enough to be
creepy. Her green body was covered up by what could only
be described as someone's attempt at a fashionable
moo-moo. It was hot pink and hugged her body like a
sausage. She even had a wig of black hair which was
braided and flung all over as she shook her fat head.
One could easily miss the pearl necklace around her neck
hidden beneath her double chin. Beside her was a female
Twi'lek who contrasted Debra the Hutt in every way. She
was slim. Her blue body was barely covered in the finest
two piece bikini her Master could find. It was apparent
immediately that she was Debra's translator. The large
female Hutt had a paw...if you could call it
that...resting on the girl's head. Only to displayed
power against the Twi'lek did the Hutt grab one of her
dual lekku and pull. The Twi'lek let out a little
whimper. It was well known that you could cause serious
damage to a Twi'lek by mishandling the lekku. Debra knew
this and exploited it to keep her fearful.
"...My Master says that her yacht should have been
ready yesterday. Someone called her yesterday to tell
her it would take a week longer..." The Twi'lek
The back and forth between Reg and Sierra had put a
smile on his face, but that quickly eroded when he
caught a glimpse of Derba the Hutt in the hangar. He
reached out gently to stop Sierra moving, before he
turned around as if he were preparing to go back on the
ship. "I need to avoid any Hutt entanglements," he
mentioned, cryptically, without presenting much in the
way of other pertinent information. He recently had a
deadly encounter with a Hutt on Nal Hutta and there was
likely a bounty on him because of it, although he had
not bothered to stay in one place long enough to check.
"Do you have another dress on board I could change
into?" he asked her, quietly, as he looked over his
shoulder, content to see the Hutt was preoccupied with
the issue. He did, however, catch a glimpse of the
beautiful young Twi'lek that was catching the Hutt's ire
at the moment. It seemed he was easily distracted as he
was standing next to a beautiful blonde only to end up
gawking a Twi'lek from afar. "I mean, well, maybe it'll
be okay," he said to Sierra, as he turned to begin
walking towards the comotion. "Perhaps I could be of
some service?" he said, as he offered a kind smile. He
certainly was a scoundrel.
Sierra paused. She looked at the Hutt, briefly
pondering if she was one of the stars from that show
Zara liked to watch. It was terrible to watch the Hutt
pull on the Twi'lek. Slavery was sickening. An
uncomfortable feeling formed in her stomach. She wanted
to rescue the girl out of motherly instincts. Her head
snapped back towards Reg. "Um, okay. I do have another
dress. We can make it work." She did a once over just to
visualize Reg in a dress. Eh, he could probably pull it
off. She could see his shift in attention from her to
the Twi'lek. Was he being a pervert, or did he care for
her wellbeing? She laughed. "Yeah, you think so?" She
nudged him with her elbow. He was definitely
*distracted*. She let him take the role. Two seconds ago
he'd been cowering from the Hutt. Now he was introducing
Debra slowly turned her head. She looked down at the
human then to the Twi'lek who promptly translated. Debra
said something unpleasant in response. When her slave
didn't repeat after her, she yanked the girl's lekku
again. "My Master says that you have nothing to offer
her. She seeks a luxury craft. She says unless you're
hiding one in your ... behind then you should leave us
be." To make her point clear, Debra stared down at Reg.
The slave had edited the original message since Debra's
potty mouth frequently got them into trouble. She began
speaking again. "My Master is interested in what you
have to say." The Twi'lek rolled her eyes.
"Oh! Small galaxy," Reg said, smiling to the
beautiful young Twi'lek who stood before him. "I, too,
am here to purchase a luxury craft," as he took on the
attitude of a wealthy Core Worlds elite. "My, uh,
*assistant* here was just about to make the
arrangements," he said, motioning to the woman behind
him whose name suddenly escaped him. The cover story was
quickly discarded as no creature as beautiful as this
Twi'lek should ever be led to believe he was in a
relationship. He wondered what kind of reaction he would
get if he tugged on Sierra's hair in a manner similar to
how the Hutt grabbed the Twi'lek. "Tell me, does your
master know anything of the Imperial ships in orbit?" he
pressed, trying his best to stay on target. From time to
time he did accomplish more than flirtation.
Now it was Sierra's turn to roll her eyes. She could
practically see the hearts in his eyes. A blue Twi'lek?
He must be in heaven. She hoped that he knew what he was
doing. She stepped forward to the angry Hutt and her
slave. Her eyes lingered on the girl. As pretty as she
was, the Twi'lek looked exhausted. She wondered how long
she had been in the care of the Hutt. "I'll take care of
those arrangements. How about you take care of these?"
She winked. He understood. There was no way he didn't.
She wandered forward to the front desk to continue
posing as his *assistant*.
The Twi'lek's eyes grew round. She had met many
people like the man before her. He was rich and
powerful. He probably had slaves and treated them just
as Debra treated her. Miri, the slave, was shocked by
the information he'd given her. "No sir. We have been on
Sullust since early this morning. She has no idea."
While the spoke to Reg in common, she looked back at
Debra and translated back to her. Only, she fed Debra
lies about the man being able to help them. "We should
return immediately to Nal Hutta."
"Nal Hutta? Never been there," Reg said, lying, as
when he had last been there he left a Hutt's palace a
charred pile of rubble. "What seems to be the difficulty
in obtaining your craft?" he asked her, seemingly
ignoring Debra herself for the time being. "I hope I
don't encounter such difficulties, but then again that's
what I have an assistant for," he joked, as he looked
over briefly towards Sierra to ensure she was not being
swarmed by Stormtroopers. "Tell me. Does she understand
what we're saying?" he asked, before his eyes briefly
moved towards the grotesquely outrageous Debra the Hutt.
He smiled briefly, holding up his hand in a mock wave.
If there was something he could do to alleviate the
slave's plight he would, but they were in an Imperial
aligned corporation's hangar with the largest group of
Imperial ships he had ever before seen above them.
Miri didn't recognize him. The only time she spent
away from Debra was when she slept. Bringing up Nal
Hutta seemed to make her sad. "My Master, Debra, asked
for a custom craft to be built for her. The average
sized yachts aren't very accommodating for Hutts. She
also wanted them to include a bathtub, and a large
walk-in closet. There are complications in the design
which are causing it to take longer. We are here to
negotiate a quicker completion time." She looked over
him shyly. Debra had bought Miri when she was a young
girl. Though she wanted to escape as badly as any other
slave might, she could feel the large hand gripping her
lekku threateningly. There was no escape. No one wanted
to anger Debra the Hutt. "No sir. She doesn't speak any
common. I have tried teaching her simple phrases, but
she insists that she has *me* for that, and that I will
not leave her until I die." She told Reg this like it
was a fact she had accepted. She had tried escaping
once. It hadn't gone in her favor. Her eyes rolled over
to the man's 'assistant'. Her glance lingered on the
woman's belly. Suddenly, Miri thought she understood the
situation. This man was her Master. He favored her and
had decided to invite her to his bed. While she had
heard of such things, Debra only flirted with the male
Twi'lek. She never took any to bed.
Reg inhaled sharply through his nose twice. "Now that
you mention it I think the old girl could use a bath,"
he said, half-joking and half-serious. There certainly
was a foul odor coming from the giant slug-like Hutt
that stood before them. "Hmm. It seems you are very
skilled," he said, as he raised his hand to his chin and
began to stroke it slowly as if in deep contemplation.
"Do you think your master would sell you?" he asked her,
as his attention against shifted back to Debra the Hutt.
"I think your skills could be of great benefit to me,"
he said, wanting to help the Twi'lek, but unsure of how
at the moment. The lack of a blaster was one obstacle
facing him. The tens of thousands of Imperials was the
other. Even as he proposed his poorly constructed plan
the fact that he had no credits to speak of failed to
enter his mind as well. Fortunately, the Grand Moff's
wife must have had considerable assets and given the
danger of the mission perhaps he could negotiate a fee
for his services.
Miri frowned. It looked like there was something
traumatic playing behind her green eyes. "Oh no.. She
*does* stink. It takes me four whole hours to bathe
her...sometimes more." She reached back, pulling one of
her lekku out of Debra's grasp. She ran her fingers over
it. The girl was in pain. When the man suggested buying
her, Miri's spirits didn't brighten. She already knew
the answer to the question: no. Not over Debra's big,
fat Hutt body. "Sir, my Master purchased me when I was a
child. She believes there is no one to take my place."
She wasn't sure if he was trying to help her or not. Her
eyes, once again, lingered on Sierra. She was trying to
make sense of the situation but she had a bad headache
from all of Debra's yanking. Still, she turned to the
woman and began speaking. Even Huttese, an ugly
language, sounded sweet and delicate from her lips. The
question was answered with a loud, booming laugh. Debra
nearly fell over from laughing so hard.
"Purchase *her*!?" She bellowed while Miri
translated. "I sell her for 20,000 credits." Debra
stated like the number had been in her head all along.
"Or a speedy completion of my yacht. You have power,
don't you, fancy boy?"
Reg coughed uncomfortably when he heard the figure of
20,000 credits bandied about. His cheeks turned red and
he nearly stumbled, but caught himself and forced a
smile on his face. "Just a moment. Allow me to speak
with my assistant," he said, as he bowed at the waist to
the Twi'lek and the Hutt. He wondered where he was going
to get 20,000 and thought that perhaps the yacht
business might be the better option. He moved quickly
towards Sierra, and when he closed the distance he
placed his mouth dangerously close to her ear in the
hopes only she would hear him. "How's it going? Learn
anything?" he asked, before turning his attention back
to Derba with a forced smile and wave. "Look. I'm going
to need more than my freedom for helping you, Misses
Moff," he whispered again, while never letting the smile
leave his face. "How does 20,000 credits sound?" he
said, as if he were only asking for 20.
Sierra was actually getting somewhere. As she
attempted to order Reg a yacht, she learned that many of
the manufacturing plants weren't producing factories.
The Sullustan apologized up and down while conveying
that it would take much longer to complete the
customized model that Reg wanted. She offered a kind
smile to the Sullustan. "One moment. I must discuss this
with my client." She stepped back. His mouth was so
close to her ear that his breath tickled her. It also
made her feel relieved that she couldn't smell through
her ear. Externally, she didn't make a peep when he
asked for 20,000 credits. Internally, she was screaming.
That was quite a hefty sum he was asking for. Her eyes
lingered back on the Twi'lek. She understood exactly why
he wanted the money. As a woman who had adopted a Squib
child following the traumatic massacre of her family,
Sierra understood and didn't fault him for what he was
She turned her head, her lips close to his ear. "I've
found out a little. Hopefully the girls are doing
better. As to that 20,000... I suppose you deserve some
kind of payment for jumping into this with us." She
seemed relatively calm about the amount. Unknown to
anyone, she had discovered some of Arden's secret
accounts some months ago. Since then, she carefully,
*slowly*, bled those accounts. She had not told a soul
about this, but one would find a file on the datapad she
carried with her titled vaguely. It was a holovid of her
will and the money she had squared away should she die,
or should she and Claudius die. Since the meeting with
Lord Vader, reality really settled in. She would need to
rebuild the funds, but there were many high ranking
military officers who were hiding credits in obvious
places. "Do what you can to save that girl." Sierra
muttered, turning away from him.
Upon getting the thumbs up from Sierra he adjusted
his collar and sauntered back over towards Debra the
Hutt and Miri. He did not hear what she said about the
mission as he had a one track mind and the train was
currently rapidly moving towards the Twi'lek's station.
"Inform your *former* master that my assistant has made
the credits available," he said, with a firm nod of his
head and half bow to the mighty Debra. "20,000 will be
fine," he said with a renewed sense of confidence.
"Hopefully she can put those credits towards getting her
yacht so she can get that bath," he added unnecessarily,
before looking back towards Sierra and nodding his head
repeatedly. It looked as if he had bought himself a
Twi'lek and a bobby dazzler at that.
Debra was jabbering away again. The Hutt felt that
the fancy man wouldn't be returning. Miri wasn't worth
20,000 and could be replaced by one of the others. There
were *always* others. The Twi'lek didn't look hopeful.
She realized the large sum Debra demanded was
irrational. She watched the man return. He didn't look
like he had been defeated. Her eyebrows rose when he
returned and claimed that he would be paying for her.
Miri's cheeks flushed violet. "S-Sir, you **do** realize
that you are overpaying. I am not worth a quarter of the
price my Master is offering. I... I don't think I can
ever make the investment worth it for you." It was too
good to be true...so it probably wasn't. Miri had been
abused at the hands of Debra. The Hutt kept her well-fed
and even allowed her to live in a nice room, but when
things went wrong, Miri was usually the first to take
the blame. She wanted her freedom from Debra.
"Nonsense," Reg said, with a smile so cheesy it would
send anyone with lactose intolerance to the nearest
refresher. "What's a few thousand credits between
friends?" he asked, as he moved closer to the girl.
"Credits can be replaced. You are priceless," he said,
with a bit of swagger in his voice. "Let us conclude
this transaction and then we can see to my yacht and
leave this molten rock," he suggested, as he looked past
her towards the grotesque Hutt to nod once again. He
would not let her talk him out of this one ... besides
it was not his money anyway. It seemed his decision to
help Sierra was about to pay off for him.
He laid on the sugar. Miri blushed once more.
Nervously, she turned to Debra and began relaying the
message over. This man, this crazy man, wanted to
purchase her for 20,000 credits. Debra's face turned
pale. She began to laugh this big, deep laugh. "This one
has lost his mind. A man so stupid with his riches
should be careful." Debra stared him down. "Arrange the
transaction. You will stay with me until another slave
arrives to take your place. I *need* my translator."
Debra thought that she might pull a fast one on this
boy. She would take the credits and keep the Twi'lek.
She certainly wasn't going to release Miri from her
'care'. The Twi'lek translated to Reg. "Come with me. We
can take care of the funds transfer on my Master's
ship." She felt Debra release her lekku.
Reg felt that Debra the Hutt was saying a lot more
than the Twi'lek was translating, but he did not press
her on it. He certainly had the opportunity over the
years to pick up some Huttese, but he always had some
distraction that prevented him from picking up the
language. "I'd follow you anywhere," he said to Miri,
lowering his defenses as he succumbed to her charm.
Without alerting Sierra of where he was going he blindly
followed the Twi'lek, with his eyes lowered in such a
way that it was fortunate he did not walk directly into
a wall. "I hope this won't take too terribly long," he
said from behind her, as a different kind of smile began
to form on his face.
His smooth talking was starting to work. Miri thought
he was cute in a roguish kind of way. If she had some
sort of free will, she may have even gone for him. She
led them through the hangar towards a large ship...one
that was large enough to comfortably fit a Hutt of
Debra's enormous size. She took him up the ramp and into
the ship, then she stopped him. "I know you." She
started. There's a bounty on you put out by the Hutts.
Debra only doesn't know because she's dense. What do you
want with me? Do you even have twenty thousand credits?
What's the deal with your pregnant slave?" Miri had too
many questions. She was looking for a hole in his plans
of saving her.
Reg was feeling like quite the cocky bastard until
Miri got him in private and suddenly gave him an
interrogation worthy of the ISB. He stared at her
blankly for a moment, blinking in silence as he wondered
where *this* version of the Twi'lek came from. "Y-you
*know* me?" he repeated, babbling like some tree
dwelling creature. When she revealed the bounty on him
his eye went wide and his eyebrows crept up his
forehead. He began to shift uncomfortably, his throat
clenching, and a thin layer of sweat formed upon his
brow. "I can ... I can explain!" he said, but of course
he could not explain. "Of course I have 20,000 credits!"
he said, which was at least one thing he could stand to
be truthful about. "She is not my slave," he informed
her, although now that she mentioned it he did like the
sound of it. "She hired me to bring her here and back,
but that's not important right now," he began to explain
to her, without giving her any information that could
compromise what they were doing here. "I want to help
you. No one as beautiful as you should have to suffer in
such a way," he informed her, with the smug smile almost
immediately returning to his face.
Her hands were toying with her lekku again. Upon
further inspection, there were bruises on them in
varying states. Miri was trying to determine if this man
was going to be worse than Debra, or better. She didn't
care that he had a bounty out on him...who didn't? She
listened to him begin to explain everything as briefly
as he could. The pregnant woman did not belong to him.
He had the money. He actually *wanted* to help her. She
glanced into his charming face. She felt like she might
melt if she looked at it for too long. Just like that,
Miri decided to allow this man to buy her. "Okay..." She
was still concerned. She took Reg to a terminal where he
could input the account information. "Transfer the
funds. I have served Debra for a long time. She thinks
that she is going to keep the money *and* me." She told
him with a dramatic sigh.
"Now you're talking!" Reg said excitedly, as he began
to rub his hands together in an excited frenzy. "Wait,
what?" he asked her, his mouth remaining agape after
learning about Derba the Hutt's plan to cheat him.
"Slimy, no good, double-crossing swindler," he
complained, as he looked away from Miri and stared at
the bulkhead of Debra's shit angrily. He took a deep
breath to calm himself, realizing they were still on a
world surrounded by the vast might of the Empire.
"Alright. The funds have been made available to me by my
employer," he explained to her, as his heart rate began
to normalize and he slowly calmed down. He moved to hand
her the credit chit that contained the 20,000. With it
she could easily turn the funds over to her master *or*
they could make a break for it and keep the 20,000.
She had seen Debra swindle others. Usually, it didn't
work. This time, with the Imperial presence surrounding
them, it seemed like she had a real change. The man
wasn't likely prepared to fight off a fleet of TIEs, or
anything else the Empire could throw at him. She stood,
silently observing him. She reached over and took the
credit chit. In it, there was enough funds for them to
start a new life...or for him to pay Debra and
potentially be ripped off in the near future. Miri
didn't want to die. Each time Debra pulled on her lekku,
she wondered if it would also be the last. She turned
away from him. Her hand lingered over the terminal, but
she stopped herself. "Where is your ship?" She asked him
calmly. This was her only way to get away from Debra.
They had to run together.
Reg could see the wheels turning in Miri's head so he
was not surprised when she proposed fleeing Sullust. "My
ship is the old light freighter in the hangar bay," he
explained to her, not thinking much of his ship when
discussing it with others. "Your master and my employer
are both probably still near there..." he warned her,
privately wondering what would befall Sierra if they
made a hasty escape. It was likely she would be left to
answer for his actions and then *both* the Empire and
the Hutts would be after them. It was a dangerous
proposition to be sure, but at least he would have his
freedom back and a gorgeous Twi'lek at his side. "You're
sure you're up for this? There'll be no going back?" he
seemed to ask her, but perhaps he was simply talking to
It would be easy for them to escape together. Debra
wouldn't suspect a thing...not yet anyway. The Twi'lek
knew that it was the right decision to take the credits
and abandon ship. She looked at him. "I'm sure. I don't
want to be a slave anymore." She told him. "There is one
thing I need to find... Debra stole my kalikori. I can't
leave without it." The seriousness in her voice told him
how important it was. She darted into Debra's quarters;
a room that smelled worse than the Hutt did. Miri
quickly began digging through the Hutt's possessions.
There were fine jewels and beautiful dresses. There were
vases so elaborate in design that Miri had to wonder
*why*. She took time tearing apart the room inch by
inch. As it became increasingly evident that Miri wasn't
going to find the kalikori, she began cursing. "She took
sixteen years of my life... Now she has my family
history." Defeated, she sat on Debra's gigantic bed. She
placed her head in her hands.
"So this is where a Hutt sleeps. A smell I won't soon
forget," Reg joked, as he stood in the doorway of Debra
the Hutt's bedchamber. "I can see why she wants an
upgrade," he continued, but when he saw that Miri was
becoming upset as her search proved futile he decided it
was a good idea to stop cracking jokes. "This
...*kalikori* ... what does it look like? Where might
she keep it?" he asked, stumbling over the unfamiliar
world. He knew little of Twi'lek culture or its
significance. He had spent most of his life focused only
one person ... himself. "Don't give up. It's got to be
here *somewhere*..." he said, as he moved into the foul
smelling room. As he approached her he reached out,
touching her for the first time as he placed a
reassuring hand upon her shoulder.
The jokes didn't phase her for the moment. She was
worried about the kalikori and losing it forever. Miri
looked up at him. Even the frown on her face made her
look pretty. She could see he was trying to comfort her.
It was kind...a type of kindness she had only seen
previously from him. Her hand reached up, resting on top
of his. "It looks like a pyramid with different pyramids
coming off of it. A kalikori is a heirloom passed
throughout a Twi'lek's family. It tells the history of
the family. I don't remember my mom and dad. The
kalikori is all I have left of them. I saw it in Debra's
room back at her mansion on Nal Hutta. She moves it
between the ship and her house just to torture me. It
might not even be here."
Reg wanted to earn the affection of the young Twi'lek
and he believed nothing would accomplish his goal more
than locating the kalikori. However, when she revealed
that it could be in Debra the Hutt's mansion on Nal
Hutta he felt a chill run down his spine that kept on
running. "N-N-Nal Hutta you say?" he said, trying, but
failing, to maintain his swagger throughout. He closed
his eyes for a moment, believing what he was about to
suggest was crazy. "Maybe we could get back to Nal Hutta
while Debra is still negotiating with SoroSuub on her
yacht?" he suggested, unable to believe the words that
were coming out of his mouth. "We get in. We get the
kalikori. We get out. Before Debra even knows you've
lest Sullust," he added, as it seemed like a sound plan
... in his mind at least. The execution of the plan,
however, might lead to an actual execution. He preferred
his head right where it was.
Delivering the kalikori would, no doubt, earn him the
affections of the Twi'lek. The family heirloom meant a
lot to her. She didn't want to lose it forever. The man
suggested they scurry off to Nal Hutta to get the
kalikori. After that, they'd be free. Miri would have
the object she desired. Wiping the tears from her eyes,
Miri nodded her head. "Thank you..." She whispered
softly. "You never told me your name." She realized. It
was awkward of her not to introduce herself. "I
apologize. My name is Miri." She rose from the bed. The
kalikori wasn't on Debra's ship. She would have to be
content with the fact that she would get it back in the
near future, but not right now. As she rose, she took
his hand. She was ready to leave Sullust and thus strip
herself of her status as a slave. She was about to be
*free*. The thought made her heart pump fast. *Free*!
"My name is Reg," Reg informed her, introducing
himself to her for the first time. "Reg Collingwood," he
quickly added, revealing his full name to her. "Uh ...
*Captain* Reg Collingwood," he even more quickly added,
taking the honorific title of anyone who had their own
ship. "Let's get off this Hutt's barge before we're
caught," he said, unwilling to let go of her hand as
they moved through the corridors of the ship and down
the ramp that placed them back in the massive hangar of
the SoroSuub Centroplex. He moved quickly over towards
the Kima, but felt slightly concerned about what might
happen to Sierra once he left. Still, whatever might
befall her would not be as bad as what would happen to
Miri if Debra learned of their plot. And that was how he
justified it. "Hurry," he said quietly to her, as he
ascended the lift that would place them safely aboard
his ship. There was still the matter of the Imperial
fleet, which he hoped his tired, old navicomputer could
evade. "Tell me, do you have any skills that might come
in handy?" he asked her, as he adjusted his collar. The
more help he had the better their chances.
Miri looked at him suspiciously. She couldn't decide
if what he was doing was romantic or completely insane.
"Captain Regs it is..." He didn't know what he was
getting into. Debra the Hutt may have appeared
disgusting in every way, however, she possessed much
money and influence. Miri let the worries she had go to
the wayside and rapidly followed Reg through her old
Master's ship and towards freedom. His word reminded her
of how much deep shit they would be in if they were
caught. Her footsteps quickened. In the lift, she felt
her heart racing. When she awoke this morning, she
hadn't thought this would happen. In so many ways, Debra
had taken the fight out of her. She lingered close to
him. "What? You expect me to have *skills*? Didn't you
purchase me for my beauty?" Miri looked at him, cracking
a little smile. "I speak far too many languages. I can
actually use a weapon without sucking..." The smile
faded. "Yeah, okay, I'm not doing great in the skills
department. Just a little FYI, I've been a slave since
before I can remember. This has been my life." She would
need to develop skills for the new life she was about to
live. That is assuming that they didn't die trying to
"*Hmph*. I *purchased* you to free you," Reg
explained, as he moved towards the cockpit of the Kima.
"Well at least you speak Huttese. We're going to need
that where we're going," he said, before sitting down in
the pilot's seat and beginning the preflight procedure.
His hands moved quickly over the control panels, cutting
out whatever he thought was not absolutely needed. "If
only we had weapons..." he muttered, shaking his head as
he considered what they were about to do. "What kind of
defenses does this Hutt have? Think you can get us
through?" he asked her, before powering up the repulsor
engines that would lift them off the hangar. He felt bad
about abandoning Sierra and the two nitwits, but this
seemed more important and more noble. His hands moved
over the controls sending the light freighter surging
out of the SoroSuub Centroplex' hangar and back up into
She still seemed spectacle of that. Miri had just
stole 20,000 credits and forced him to leave behind his
employer. As things stood, the Twi'lek slave was looking
to be a terrible influence on the poor, **innocent** Reg
Collinwood. She sat down in the copilot's seat, suddenly
becoming aware of how little she wore and just how much
of her was exposed. Debra might as well have pranced her
around the universe in nothing. She was angry at the
Hutt woman who had made her life hell. Even now, she
pulled both of her lekku over her shoulder and pet them
as if apologizing for all the years of pain and torture.
"You said we'll make it to Nal Hutta before my Mast- ...
*Debra* notices I'm gone. We can pass through security
by saying Debra sent me back to get something for her.
No one will question it. Debra is a terrible being. Even
the guys who guard her house hate her. They don't care
about what happens to her." Just like that, they had
taken off from the hangar and were working their way
upward. Miri felt her stomach knot. She was excited...
Allegra had succeeded in convincing
Meham'ohorovi'cloca that the Chiss would be more
effective on her own. Unbeknownst to the others she had
slipped back aboard the Kima and found a suitable hiding
spot to wait for the others to return. She was actually
in the middle of a nap when she felt the ship jolt woke
her up. "That was fast," she commented to herself, as
she shook off the cobwebs and emerged from hiding. She
made her way towards the cockpit where she expected to
find Sierra and Meham'ohorovi'cloca, but to her
amazement only saw the pilot and a scantily clad Twi'lek
woman. "I knew we couldn't trust you, smuggler scum,"
she squealed, before reaching under her skirt to produce
the hold-out blaster that was strapped to her thigh.
"You turn this ship around or I'll shoot!" she ordered
from between grit teeth and quickly reddening cheeks.
For once she was right, but it seemed people rarely
listened to her.
In the back of her mind, Miri began to feel excited.
It was *over*. She looked at Reg. It was over because of
him. Countless people had seen what Debra the Hutt did
to hurt her. Of these people, only one cared enough to
do something about it. Admittedly, Miri had misjudged
him. She felt that way for roughly three seconds when
*another* woman appeared. She looked at Allegra with
confusion that rapidly turned to anger. The woman
produced a hold-out blaster. She had heard Reg muttering
under his breath about the lack of a weapon. There was
one right there. Miri swiftly rose from her seat. She
showed no fear, or restraint, when it came to disarming
Allegra. In a blue blur, she grasped the blaster. In
conjunction, she raised a knee to the ridiculously
dressed woman's stomach. The blaster traded hands
rapidly. Miri controlled the situation like she had been
in it before, turning the blaster on the woman. "You
asked if I had skills.." Miri commented while glaring at
Allegra. No one would stop her from getting away now.
She *needed* to get away.
Allegra may have had the only blaster on the ship,
but that did not mean she knew how to use it. She had
skipped weapons training at the Imperial Academy and
instead charmed her way to a passing grade. It was a
decision she would soon come to regret. "Ugh," she
groaned as the Twi'lek easily wrestled away the hold-out
blaster and kneed her, which forced all of the air out
of her body. She was on the ground before she knew what
happened, rosy cheeked and gasping for air. She was
staring at the ground, but when she looked up all she
saw staring back at her was the barrel of *her* hold-out
blaster. "Rebel scum," she muttered, before spitting on
the deck plating.
"Wha-?" Reg said, first as Allegra appeared and
pulled a gun on them, and second when Miri almost
immediately overpowered her and got the blaster. "How
did you? Wait, nevermind," he said, as he shifted
forward and returned to focus on the controls. "Look. If
we make it past the Imperial fleet we'll stick you in an
escape pod, but not a moment sooner," he said over his
shoulder to the frightened Imperial officer. "You're our
guarantee past these ships," he said, as the blue sky
began to dissipate in the viewport and was replaced by a
darkened starscape that included countless Imperial
warships. "Enjoy your freedom, Miri. It might not last
long," he warned her, as he nodded his head in the
direction of the three Imperial Star Destroyers they
would have to pass to get to the hyperspace lanes.
Her eyes narrowed. Miri was no Rebel. Instead of
harassing Allegra, her eyes moved toward the viewport.
Before them laid *three* ISDs that separated her from
freedom. "It has to last longer than this." She told Reg,
turning back on Allegra. "Do what you need to do to get
us passed them or I'll shoot you right now!" She
threatened in a voice that didn't hide how scared she
was. If they were captured, the Imperials weren't what
she needed to worry about. She chewed on her lower lip.
"Do it!" She cried. Her finger lingered over the
trigger. She was ready to pull it if she suspected that
Allegra was up to something.
Allegra was quivering. She had never been so scared.
Her war thus far had consisted in operating a sensor
suite and relaying communications. She had *never* had a
blaster aimed at her before. "Okay. Okay. Calm down,"
she pleaded with the Twi'lek, as she struggled to rise
from the floor. All of the yelling was getting to her
and tears began to flow from both of her eyes and,
although she did not realize it, she had wet herself.
"I'll do it," she said, as she moved forward towards the
communication suite. Her years of service as an
operations officer at least kept her well apprised of
Imperial codes and routines. She paused, closing her
eyes, and lowered her head. She swallowed nervously as
it felt like she was being strangled by some invisible
force. Clearing her throat she spoke calmly over the
comm, providing the necessary clearance codes. Once she
was done the TIE fighters once again moved off as they
did for Sierra when they first arrived in the system. "Th-th-there,"
she said to them, pitifully.
It was difficult for her to calm down. Beneath the
surface, Miri was just as scared as Allegra. The sight
before her eyes scared her. They could have been blown
away at the drop of a hat. They could have been
collected by an ISD and question by ISB officers who
were evil. She was so lost in her own head at the moment
that she didn't realize Allegra had soiled herself in
fear. Seeing her tears struck a chord inside of her. The
blaster almost slipped from her hand. Did it make her a
monster to want to survive so badly? She was silent.
Allegra played her part perfectly. In no time, the TIE
fighters glided away from them. She let out a breath she
didn't know she'd been holding in. "Holy shit." She felt
her knees buck uneasily underneath her. Her hand
clutched Reg's shoulder to help keep her standing.
"We're leaving..." She stated as they reached a
hyperspace lane. "No more Debra..." Her hand was shaking
on his shoulder.
Reg exhaled a deep sigh of relief as the swarm of TIE
fighters dissipated and they were able to travel
unmolested past the terrifying trio of star destroyers.
"You handle yourself well. I'll give you that," he said
in a quick compliment to Miri as he began to navigate
them towards the hyperspace lane. Rather than accelerate
to their top speed he continued at a steady rate, flying
casually to avoid any unwanted Imperial attention. "I'm
going to download the coordinates for Nal Hutta," he
said, as he reached over and began working on the
navicomputer. "Dump what's her name into one of the
escape pods. She's overdressed for a funeral," he
quipped, as he nervously awaited the computer to finish
gathering the needed coordinates. It never seemed so
"Thanks..." She said to him. Miri stood on her own
two feet. "Come on, let's go." She pushed Allegra
towards the back of the ship. She expected to find its
escape pods there. Her eyes seemed to glare at the
overly elaborate dress the woman wore. Miri had strong
feelings against rich people. She kept the hold-out
blaster pressed to the woman's back until she reached
the escape pods. "Get inside." She mumbled, pressing a
button to open the hatch of the pod. She stepped back,
expectantly looking at Allegra. "Do us a favor and
forget us." Miri's brain was wired with fight or flight
syndrome. While she wasn't a terrible person, she was a
scared person. As Reg began to get to know her, she
would warm up. The ice that had formed around her heart
Allegra had been humiliated. Not only had she been
overpowered by the Twi'lek, but she had been forced to
get them through the Imperial fleet. She was certain to
lose her commission and maybe end up in prison ... or
worse. She climbed into the escape pod with no
hesitation and once inside she glared back at her
Twi'lek captor. "I'll *never* forget," she complained
bitterly, before folding her arms in front of her chest
defiantly. She had no idea how she was going to explain
this to Sierra. There was no explanation.
As the escape pod was jettisoned and they were
relieved of their Imperial cargo the navicomputer
finished its work and began beeping. "Strap yourself in.
I'm going to make the jump to lightspeed," he warned
Miri, before his hand moved the hyperdrive activator
forward. An instant later the Kima streaked forward from
the vastness of space into the swirling blue column of
hyperspace that would bring them to Nal Hutta. While
they may have thought it was over, it was just