LEG:Let Jariah in

From The Star Wars Erotica Saga

The Mynock, Socorro spaceport

Freshened up, you activate the landing ramp and exit the ship in time to catch Jariah muttering something about a "--chuff-sucking gravel-maggot..."

"Sorry," you smirk. "I was in the 'fresher. Been waiting long?"

Jariah pushes past you with a Huttese curse as Deliah follows you down the ramp, tutting. "You're in trouble now, bad boy!"

"Oh yeah?" you say, feeling her arms snake around you. "What're you gonna--"

"Wait!"

You both turn, seeing two white-clad figures hastily approaching the ship. "I'll deal with this. Tell Syn to prep for take-off." Deliah complies, returning inside, and you hold out your hand to stop the runners from dashing straight up the Mynock's boarding ramp. The lead figure is cloaked and hooded, though the feminine form is unmistakable even under her billowing robes. The other is a youthful Lethan Twi'lek, her lekku wrapped in white fabric, and her expression showing deep concern and fear.

"We require immediate passage on your ship!" the woman in front says. Her voice is high and regal, likely noble. A toff. "You'll be well reimbursed at the other end!"

"Whoa! Passage to where?" you demand. "Do you have the creds?"

The woman raises a hand. "No," she states calmly. "Credits don't matter. You will take us."

For the first time in a long time, you feel the tendrils of the Force creeping into your head. The woman clearly has some training, though her mind trick falls flat on you. She's suddenly a lot more interesting, however. "And you're supposed to be--?" you ask, but the sound of a revving repulsorlift makes you both turn.

A speeder is fast approaching from out of the reflected glare of the moonlight. The figure atop is indistinct, but you see enough to make out a red-skinned body swathed in jagged black tattoos.

Sith.

Your thoughts flash back to Ossus... to your father...

"The creds don't matter! I will take you," you yell, and hustle the women up the ramp with a cry of, "Get your butts on board, now!"

You race into the cockpit and yell at Syn to take-off, despite Deliah's protests. The ship lurches, the jets blasting out heat, and the Mynock soars into the sky, leaving the Sith witch far behind.

The Star Wars Erotica Saga
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