A Young Girl's War Between the Stars [Youjo Senki/Star Wars] 94

A Young Girl’s War Between the Stars

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Nar Shaddaa. 33 BBY/967 GSC.

“Sir, a new shipnt of pleasure slaves has arrived.”

Obi-Wan glanced up at the guard who had approached the hutt on its hover bed. The hideous creature chuckled around a mouthful of food. “Koose hooha nei!”

She forced her lip not to curl at the disgusting language and thought back to what she knew of Huttese, trying to translate. Admittedly, she hadn’t paid that much attention in her languages classes—she much preferred being outside, sparring, or doing literally anything to sitting in a class trying to learn to speak a language that left her mouth feeling… coated in rotten grease. So she had leaned on the Force to help, perhaps more than she should.

I think that’s… ‘bring them .’ Or ‘bring them to ’ in proper Galactic Basic Standard.

The guard snapped a fist against his chest in a quick salute, before turning away and leaving the little island as he got on his radio. “Send them in.”

Another day, another shipnt, she mused, relaxing back to rest her head in her palm. Thankfully, her investigation had quickly determined exactly why Tol’la the Hutt was running through them so quickly. He was trying to both show off his wealth and curry favor, in order to drum up support for a war against another mber of the Besadii kajidic—Durga Besadii Tai, His Great Obesity, who was himself doing the very sa to try and overthrow Aruk Besadii Aora, the current leader of the kajidic.

That didn’t make it any less reprehensible, but at least the pleasure slaves weren’t being hard—physically, anyway. There were much worse fates than being bought and made to dance or lounge around in chains for the authentic slave aesthetic for so asexually reproducing giant worm’s amusent. Most of the harm on their part was self-inflicted and ca in the form of substance abuse. The hutts were a little too free with the drug use and spice flowed through this place like water.

Unfortunately, her infiltration and investigation hadn’t actually turned up much of the information she actually wanted to find. Tol’la’s security was good and while the guards did take liberties with the rchandise once the hutt gave the okay, it seed that they weren’t allowed to take anyone off of this level and lower into the fort, where the rest of the guards bunked and the hutt kept the offices that did the actual work of running his little criminal business.

Even using Mind Trick, she hadn’t been able to break through the guards’ fear of what would happen if they allowed anyone who wasn’t supposed to be there down to the lower levels—and there were always multiple guards on every checkpoint, so there was no convincing one to take her back to his quarters for a little private fun, putting him to sleep, then slipping off and digging around. Then again, if it were as simple as using Mind Trick, she would have used it on the hutt ages ago. The problem with that was, hutts were one of the few races naturally immune to it.

This is turning into a waste of ti. Master Qui-Gon is going to be disappointed.

Still, going after the hutt was a better plan than trying to bait the assassin in to try to attack them again. Poor Mana had already lost an arm to the other woman. Obi was justifiably leery of volunteering any of her limbs to the cause when there was a safer alternative available—naly, going after the assassin’s employer. Obi doubted that the hutt had decided to hire an assassin to kill or kidnap Jedi all on its own and Master Qui-Gon agreed. Her Master seed to think that Tol’la was doing it to buy a favor from soone, but then there was the question of who stood to gain from dead Jedi Masters and Knights, and stolen Padawans… and the answer they kept coming back to was the Sith.

She was pulled from her thoughts as the elevator descended, bringing a fresh batch of slaves. Putting on her best bored look, Obi-Wan instead covertly swept the interior again, ntally taking another tally of the guards. Until the hutt went to sleep and most of his visitors left, it was best to remain aware of their presence at all tis. She’d had to subtly discourage more than one guard and send them after soone else and she didn’t want to do that in front of a large audience who might get suspicious, if at all possible.

Squad of four by the door in front of the only elevator leading down. Four patrols around the exterior of the lower floor in pairs and… eight more scattered throughout the lower floor, moving about the center of the floor to monitor for anyone doing anything suspicious. Ten on the upper floor, moving—four stationary observing the lower floors, six moving around patrolling. But that only accounts for the ones in armor. At least a third of the visitors are just off duty guards.

The slaves walked across the small path connecting the hutt’s little island with the rest of the floor and stopped at the direction of the guards. Absently, Obi had to hand it to whoever designed the defenses. Even the interior here was designed to frustrate anyone attempting to assassinate the hutt, or flee.

The water feature was sowhat bowl shaped at the bottom—shallow at the banks, but about ten feet deep at the deepest part. She had done so exploration while she swam in it and discovered force field projectors beneath the surface that could pop up and cover the central island from outside fire if need be—or lock people in. The depth would hinder mobility and encourage one to use the path. More projectors along the sides and middle of the path would turn it into what so would call a killbox. And if soone tried to take cover underwater, there was a grate that could raise the entire bottom of the water feature and bring soone up to expose them to fire from above.

Soone would have to be stupid, reckless, or entirely overconfident to try sothing here. That was why Obi-Wan would have to pick her mont when it was ti to leave.

“Spread out. The great Tol’la the Hutt wishes to look upon you,” one of the guards commanded, and Obi-Wan surreptitiously eyed the new slaves, scanning their faces and committing them to mory.

Obi-Wan glanced up, going down the line and assessing the new arrivals, trying to decide who among them could take care of themselves and who would need so help. This place was a miserable pit and she really wished she could do sothing about it, but… There were simply too many of them. Even if she ca back with Master Qui-Gon, they were simply dug in too well here to actually get rid of them all, and if they tried there was a good chance the hutt would just order everyone killed out of spite.

It was awful and she hated it, but she had been forced to accept that sotis, things were just bad and there was nothing you could do about it—at least, not without an entirely disproportionate amount of force, violence, and/or mind control. The first two, she really didn’t have access to and the last one wouldn’t work on the hutts. And even if she could…

There were reasons that the hutts have maintained their criminal empire, and they had very little to do with the hutts' own propensity for violence. No, the truth was, the Republic governnt was complicit. They chose to look the other way. Obi-Wan had been a bit incensed when she had learned the truth of the matter—that the Republic she had sworn her oaths to had betrayed the rest of the galaxy by allowing the atrocities of the hutts to go unanswered. And for what?

Taxes.

It really was as simple as money, in the end. The simple fact was, the hutts may have been responsible for or involved in about half of the organized cri in the galaxy, but they paid their taxes—and it was a quite substantial amount of money. Roughly a quarter of the Republic’s tax revenue ca directly from the hutts. So even if they wanted to get rid of them, doing so would cripple the Republic—and that wasn’t sothing the Senate were willing to do. The hutts had effectively bought the right to make a business enterprise out of cris that were punishable by life imprisonnt or even death elsewhere in the galaxy.

There was little she could do about it as a single Jedi, but doing nothing felt wrong. So, she was going to have to adjust the mission to try to co up with a plan that would let her accomplish both goals—gather information on whoever was targeting Jedi and free the slaves.

Her thoughts ca crashing to a halt as she caught sight of the woman at the far left end of the line and her eyes t a pair of silver-blue eyes she had only seen once before.

No… She wouldn’t. It can’t be.

The angles of her face were familiar, as were the pinkish red skin, white hair, and the eyes. The rest of the package… She was taller than average for a female of near-human stock. Her body had curves in all the right places, but her every movent showed off the play of toned muscles beneath skin. The way she moved gave away what she was, even when she was trying to hide as she didn’t walk so much as prowl, or stalk—a sort of lazy, predatory grace that drew the eye.

A little ripple in the Force dispelled any doubts Obi-Wan had to the woman’s identity as those silver-blue eyes stared her down and suddenly focused into sothing sharp and hungry. Obi-Wan’s breath caught in her throat.

Tanya’s gaze softened and she raised an eyebrow in question, breaking the spell that had held her pinned in place and Obi-Wan allowed her eyes to wander, truly taking in her friend for the first ti in entirely too long. Tanya looked older—more than she should, for the ti that had passed. Closer to twenty than her teens now. It was obvious sothing had changed with the younger girl and she'd have to ask about it later.

And then there were the clothes. The slave outfit allowed for only the barest amount of modesty and Obi-Wan felt herself growing warm as she took in her friend’s form. The scars that she rembered from so long ago were gone, like they had never been there.

Taking a breath, Obi-Wan forced herself to focus on the mission—on the here and now. If Tanya was here, that ant either it was a coincidence or Master Qui-Gon had called for her help—with the second option being much more likely. And Tanya, for all that Obi-Wan loved her friend, was a bit of a… blunt instrunt at tis. She preferred imdiate, decisive—sotis what many felt was excessive—action. If she was here, then this mission was over. They would be extracting within the day and, more likely than not, leaving a smoldering ruin in their wake.

She faintly felt the Force swirling around Tanya, doing what Obi-Wan wasn’t sure. It kind of felt like a series of small telekinetic pushes.

But why—

A scent hit her nose—light and practically buried under the stench of various chemicals, drugs, stale sweat, sex, hutt approved food, and other nastiness filling the room. It made her mouth water and her body began to grow warm, flushing as she felt herself getting aroused.

Oh. Oh, that’s not good, Obi-Wan mused, as she realized the implications of Tanya actively working to spread her pheromones through the building. She was building up for a distraction. That narrowed the window down from a day to within the hour, if Tanya was willing to go that far. Taking a breath, she focused on cycling the Force to counter the effects—she could flush them from her body fully using the Force later.

Obi-Wan t the younger woman’s eyes again and glared, trying to press as much of her intent as she could into her gaze. For so reason, that just made the corner of the Zeltron’s lips curve into a smirk that did things for her.

I don’t see you or hear from you for over a year and this is how we et? You didn’t call, you didn’t send a ssage. Nothing, since the secession. Do you have any idea how worried I was?! You don’t get to just, just co back in and do whatever you like! This is my mission, let handle it my way! And stop trying to distract with your sexy… everything!

Tanya nodded towards the hutt, then down at the chains holding Obi-Wan in place. The brunette rolled her eyes.

Yes, I let the perverted worm chain to the floor for his dumb fetish. But the bolts holding them to the floor are weak.

She wrapped one of the chains around her arm and pulled a bit, showing off the way the tal holding it in place flexed, threatening to give with just a little tug. It would be easy to jerk them right out of the ground.

It’s kind of funny, really. They worked so hard to prevent weapons from being brought in, then wound up putting one on my neck.

Sure, a chain or whip wasn’t her weapon of choice, but for a Jedi, practically anything was a weapon. Using the Force, even a simple durasteel chain would be deadly.

Tanya glanced over to the windows that made up the wall, nodding in their direction.

No, we can’t just blast through the windows and escape. The guards could kill the slaves when they try to stop us, Obi-Wan shook her head, eyeing the guards in question. Tanya frowned, biting her lower lip in a way that was entirely too distracting for a mont as she thought.

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“ yarga! chuga! Koose incha nei! Koose gocola!”

The hutt bellowing about wanting to stuff more into its face drew their attention for a mont, before it commanded that the guards make the woman on the far end of the line dance—a dark haired, blue-skinned girl of a race Obi-Wan didn’t recognize. She turned her attention back to Tanya as she felt the younger girl doing sothing with the Force—feeling out the building and those inside, it felt like.

What are you planning? Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.

Tanya’s eyes t hers again and that hungry look ca back for just a mont.

If you look at like that…

The hutt yelled sothing and the blue girl was ushered off the little stage. Tanya nodded to herself as she seed to co to so decision and, before the girl could be called up, she left the line and stalked towards the central dancing pole. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow as she watched her friend jump, catching the pole and spinning, caught up in the anti-grav field and using the montum of her leap to spin around it and carry herself upwards.

A pulse of Force rolled off of her and the scent that had hidden under the filth of the room washed everything else out as it spread. Obi-Wan’s skin tingled faintly with the Force as she felt sothing settle over her and everyone around them, spreading in an expanding wave through the room. Her body responded sharply and she sucked in a breath, but the feeling was quickly forgotten as she found her eyes drawn to Tanya.

The red woman’s body moved—flexing, bending, and gyrating in ti with the music pounding from sowhere overhead in a way that made Obi-Wan’s heart race. She had obviously seen twi’lek and other dancers before in nurous cantinas across the galaxy, but nothing like this. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away—and didn’t want to.

…I want to wear those thighs as ear warrs.

The floor to ceiling holograms for the upper levels all changed to focus on Tanya, leaving her image huge and floating in the space between the upper and lower levels. Everything that had been going on ca grinding to a halt as people found their eyes drawn to the Zeltron woman putting herself on display.

Obi-Wan lost track of ti as she watched, completely entranced as she felt herself growing hotter and more aroused. It beca hard to think, hard to focus on anything but satisfying the heat between her legs, the ache in her belly. At so point, her hand had slipped beneath the practically sheer veil covering her crotch and beneath the thin bottom, to rub herself directly as she sat on her knees, unable to tear her gaze away.

Then, a wave of Force and emotion passed over them—pure, concentrated arousal stronger than anything she had ever felt. And behind it, a command—an impetus she had to fight to throw off, and it was made all the more difficult by the way her body was already prid to do exactly that. She only recognized it for what it was because it was as subtle as a hamr to the forehead. It was simple, but all the more effective for it.

Obi-Wan watched as, around them, the room devolved into debauchery. The only ones who weren’t were herself, a couple of people on the upper levels looking on, and Tol’la the hutt himself—but the worm was too distracted with watching Tanya to notice the state of his forces.

I suppose the one saving grace is that the hutt keeps the younger slaves locked away in private quarters for private sales, not kept on public display, Obi mused wryly.

Then, the red woman pushed herself down from the top of the pole, going inverted in a slow fall, before lazily flipping over and landing on her feet. She stepped off the platform, twirling and sending the loose silk that made up her sleeves fluttering as she approached the hutt’s reclining hover bed/throne. Tanya smiled, and sothing about it sent a very conflicted shiver down Obi-Wan’s spine. Her arm ca down and there was a quiet click—almost lost over the noise of the music and the moans, groans, and other sounds of ongoing sex—and she spun as sothing silver extended and spun around her.

Wait. That’s her staff. How did she get that in here…?

The question was pushed from her mind when the staff ca down and smashed into and through the hover bed’s control panel with a crunch of destroyed tal and plastic. Tanya completed the spin and turned it into a rising, sweeping motion. Obi-Wan felt the Force swell, before the bed was picked up and thrown across the room and into the transparisteel windows—hutt and all, as Tol’la the hutt scread on his short flight through the room.

“Secure the worm, I’ll deal with the guards!” Tanya yelled, bursting into motion as she launched herself deeper into the room, going hunting for anyone with a weapon, the staff flicking out and either caving heads in or breaking necks as she moved.

I guess we’re doing this now!

Obi-Wan forced herself to focus on the here and now. The Force surged through her body, burning off the effects of Tanya's pheromones as she stood, grabbing the chain and pulling it off of her neck, before jerking it up from the floor. Length of chain in hand, she rushed across the room, launching herself across the water feature, dancing over the strategically placed rocks in it where people lounged, dodging around and leaping over piles of bodies as she made her way to the hutt, who was recovering from his poor landing and rolling himself over onto his belly. She jumped onto his back and threw the chain around what passed for his neck, looping it once and pulling it tight, making the hutt below her gag.

“Who told you to target the Jedi?” Obi-Wan demanded. The hutt gurgled sothing in its foul language and she pulled tighter. “In Basic!”

“Republic backer!” the hutt bellowed. “Made the offer to many hutts! Big bounty on Jedi!”

Frowning, she asked, “Who was it?”

“Never saw him in person! He used interdiaries! Wore a cloak when we spoke on holocall. Maybe a human?”

That wasn’t exactly useful. It could be anyone. She had hoped for sothing more solid.

Fine. More on to what’s important, then.

“You kidnapped Padawans. Children. Where did you send them?”

The hutt was silent for a mont, until Obi-Wan jerked on the chains again. It gurgled out, “Don’t know! Always arranged a etup! They sent a ship to get them! They never ca here!”

Obi-Wan let out a quiet, frustrated sound. If the hutt wasn’t lying, which was honestly her first thought, then he really didn’t know anything. And if he didn’t know anything, then she had wasted her ti here and they were no closer to solving the problem or finding the children. If a bounty had been issued through the Guild, then that would need to be their next stop, to try and get it canceled—but it would be pointless trying to dig information out of them, because they were notorious about protecting their clients’ information. That ant the trail would dead end there. So, they needed more information.

There was one other potential avenue of investigation. Sothing she’d heard Tanya say more than once, in fact.

Follow the money.

“How did they pay you?” she asked, not having much hope. If it was with physical assets, then this would also turn out to be a dead end.

“Credits! Standard bank transfer!”

Obi-Wan blinked, then smiled. She wasn’t good with that sort of detective work, but Obi-Wan knew soone who was. And as it just so happened, she was pretty sure Tanya would do her a favor if she asked. “Really? Well then, I’m going to need so information from you.”

The hutt was hesitant at first, but a little pulling on his chain convinced him to tell her the account numbers. Obi-Wan committed them to mory for later use.

An alarm started going off overhead and Tanya rushed over, holding a holocom as what looked like a thermal detonator floated beside her. “I’ve contacted Qui-Gon. He’s bringing your ship to transfer the prisoners over to. I need to get to the control room and shut down the anti-air. The guards in the room below have managed to throw off my distraction. I’m going down to deal with both, then free the children. The guards in this room have been dealt with.”

“I’ll stay and guard the slaves until Master Qui-Gon arrives,” Obi-Wan confird.

Tanya nodded. Gesturing to the hutt, she asked, “Are you done with that?”

“Mm,” Obi-Wan nodded, hopping off of its back and reclaiming the chain.

“Good.” Tanya gestured at the transparisteel window and a blast of Force slamd into it, blowing the entire wall panel off the building. Wind rushed out as the pressure equalized, picking up loose debris and drawing it outside, where it was lost between the buildings.

Tanya turned her attention to the hutt and the big worm began to thrash, yelling as its mouth was forced open with the sound of its bottom jaw shattering as it tried and failed to keep its mouth closed. The thermal detonator beeped once as it was ard, before the red woman shoved it down the hutt’s gullet with the Force. Then, a strong shove with the Force sent it flying out the newly open window. Tanya turned away, making her way deeper into the room as its scream trailed off into the distance.

Obi-Wan made her way over to the window to watch as the hutt fell—before the thermal detonator went off, the fireball bright enough to make her need to shield her eyes and hot enough to feel a faint gust of heat from where she stood, and likely leaving nothing of the hutt behind. Turning back to where Tanya was gathering up blasters, holding them around her with the Force, she asked, “Did you have to?”

“No, I didn’t have to,” Tanya admitted. “I wanted to, though. That creature was a blight on the universe. I’ll be back soon.” She paused, then held out her hand for the chain. Obi-Wan handed it over and Tanya traded her staff for it, before that smile returned and she rushed for the secured doors at the far end of the room that led to the elevator—where the indicator light had lit up, showing the elevator was coming up.

Tanya didn’t stop running as the doors opened, revealing a large room beyond and an industrial sized elevator full of guards. She launched herself inside, chain whipping around and cutting a swathe through the guards, painting the walls, floor, and ceiling in blood as the blasters she was levitating began firing. Then, the doors closed behind her. Once more, Obi-Wan was reminded that her friend was kind of scary…

Is it weird that that turns on? ...Aaand that's entirely without the pheromones. Crap.

Shaking her head, she pushed the thought from her mind and jumped to the upper level, using the Force to levitate the tangled and now panicking piles of people down to the ground and separate out the clientele from the slaves. Then, she returned to the bottom floor and did the sa, moving everyone towards the open window. As she went about her work, she ignored the feelings in the Force coming from below—of panic and people dying. They had made their choice when they decided to serve a hutt slaver, then again now when they chose to fight. They could have chosen to lay down their arms and they didn’t.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of a ship’s engines as it approached. The ship she and Master Qui-Gon had arrived on ca to a hovering stop just outside the window and the ramp lowered. Master Qui-Gon made his way out to stand on the ramp, looking in.

“Pass them over and I’ll get them inside,” he instructed, and Obi-Wan nodded.

She lifted the first with the Force and moved her across the gap, the sudden movent and dangling over the void below leading to the woman screaming and thrashing as she panicked. Thankfully, Master Qui-Gon caught her and pulled her in quickly. From there, they made short work of the others, moving them in a steady line one after the other. Obi-Wan doubted the ship had room for all of them long term, but with any luck they wouldn’t be on the ship long before they found sowhere to put them.

A second, smaller ship joined the first, spinning around and opening its own hatch. The armored form of one of Tanya’s students poked her head out the side of the ship as she looked around. “The Redoubt called in! Hutt security forces have been alerted to the attack! They’re gathering up and preparing to swarm us! We need to go, soon!”

“Not much longer,” Obi-Wan called back, picking up the pace a bit and sending groups of two and three now.

The elevator leading below chid and Tanya stepped out, unard and without a spot of blood on her, leading a group of children cramd into typical cheap slave robes. She hurried across the floor and took in situation just as Obi-Wan finished, lifting the group and practically throwing them over to the ship, where Qui-Gon caught them and moved them onboard. “Is that everyone?”

“It is,” Obi-Wan confird.

“Master! Security forces inbound!”

Tanya frowned, before nodding. Looking to Master Qui-Gon, she said, “We’ll draw them off and give you an opportunity to escape. Once you get clear of the planet, head to Mandalore. I’ll have my people sort them out and take care of this.”

“Thank you. Obi-Wan?” he asked, sending her a questioning look.

Obi-Wan hesitated for just a mont, before sending her Master a smile. “If we’re going to the sa place, I’d like so ti to catch up.”

“Go on, then,” Master Qui-Gon nodded, chuckling as he turned away and made his way back up into the ship, closing the hatch behind himself.

Tanya’s Padawan moved away from the entrance to their ship and Tanya jumped the gap, heading inside. Obi-Wan quickly followed, hitting the hatch control as she made her way up to the cockpit, where Tanya was strapping herself in.

“Asajj, I need you on the guns,” Tanya instructed as her Padawan began tapping away at her console. “Arthree, rear guns!”

Obi-Wan dropped into the seat beside Tanya as Asajj called, “Guns are ready, Master.”

Obi-Wan tapped at her own screen, bringing up a sensor display. “They’re coming.”

Tanya nodded and throttled up, pulling them up and away from the hutt’s building while, on the external caras, Obi-Wan watched as her Master flew the other ship down and deeper into the canyon of buildings, weaving between them as he descended. Then, she was hamred into her seat as the ship abruptly pulled into a roll and blaster fire splashed off the shields. The report of their own guns firing was loud in the cockpit and Obi-Wan caught sight of multiple gunships either outright exploding or falling off trailing smoke.

Instead of trying to get away, Tanya angled the ship in, accelerating towards them as she lined up a shot with the forward guns, strafing the approaching gunships before rolling out of the line of fire, sending them into a short dive, then back up. Looking over, Obi-Wan gulped as she saw the wide grin on her friend’s face, eyes wide open as she clutched the controls with both hands and sent them into evasive maneuvers.

“Co on! Is that the best you’ve got?!” she laughed as a stream of blaster bolts splashed the shields—the fire too thick to avoid them all.

Obi-Wan’s heart hamred in her chest as she held on for dear life, the ship jerking in ways that the inertial dampeners couldn’t compensate for as Tanya dove into the canyons of ga buildings, weaving between them and forcing the pursuing forces to stop firing—or at least be more judicious with their fire—lest they hit their own buildings. Glancing at the sensor readout, she winced at what she saw. “They’re moving to cut us off!”

“I know~!” Tanya laughed, jerking hard right between two buildings and lining up on a long straightaway—right towards the group trying to cut them off. She flipped a switch overhead and typed sothing out one-handed on a small keyboard off to the side, before she ramd the throttle up to the stops.

Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide as she was forced back into her seat, the ship roaring forward as the enemy gunships passed between the buildings and began to turn to face them. “We’re going to hit them!”

She flinched away as they blasted through the group of ships, explosions going off around and behind them as the ship rattled and jerked, before pulling up and heading for space. Tanya sighed and leaned back in her seat. “They’re corpo sector trash. Those gunships don’t even have shields. This is a custom blastboat based on one the Republic built for slugging matches with cruisers. The Rusted Silver is bigger, with a better power plant, thrusters, shields, and weapons than the GAT-12 she’s based on—and Cindy and I took the ti to build beskar armor panels and weld them on. I’m not worried about so puny gunships. I could drop the shields and they’d have a hard ti scratching the paint.”

“What about those?” Obi-Wan asked, pointing at the holographic display showing the outside of the ship—and a hutt fleet coming their way.

“Mm… not really.”

“Why—” Obi-Wan started to ask, only for the largest ship’s midsection to evaporate in a fireball, a debris field of shrapnel spreading outwards. The other ships scattered and Tanya chuckled.

“That’s why.”

Looking at the sensors, Obi-Wan didn’t see any ships nearby that could be responsible for the damage. “Where did that even co from?!”

“From behind one of the other moons around Nal Hutta. I cleared the Redoubt to fire the mont we left atmosphere. We’ll et up with them and leave the system, and with any luck they’ll stay off the hutt’s sensors and they’ll never know it was us.” Reaching out, she tapped the sensor readout on Obi-Wan’s side. “Look, they’re following, but at a distance. This other fleet,” she tapped a second group of ships, “is burning hard to intercept, but they won’t reach us before we dock and jump to hyperspace.”

Obi-Wan sighed as she sank into her seat, the adrenaline starting to wear off. “That was…”

“Fun,” Tanya smiled.

“Insane,” Obi-Wan glared back.

Their eyes t and Obi-Wan was reminded of the heat that had yet to fade fully, entirely her own since Tanya had stopped blasting everything around her with pheromones once the fighting started. If anything, all the excitent just made it better. She reached down, undoing the straps on her seat before sliding across and over, straddling Tanya’s lap.

“Uhh, Master…?” Asajj called from behind them.

“Go,” Tanya waved Asajj off, and the younger girl quickly fled the cockpit, closing the hatch behind her.

Obi-Wan waited until the hatch closed before she closed the distance. An electric jolt passed between them as their lips t, and then she lost track of ti as the world narrowed down to lips, hands, and warm skin against her own.