Breakout

The glass shattered from the final impact from my fist. The men all rushed for their blasters, but I was much faster. I lunged out of the bacta tank and dropped low to the ground, sweeping the cathar off of his feet with a kick. As he collapsed, I caught his falling blaster and fired straight ahead. The rodian man fell backwards, a new burning hole in his head. The remaining scrappers huddled to encircle me, not wielding blasters, but knives. I smirked. They wanted a challenge, and I was happy to oblige.

The cathar swung his blade first, but I ducked just out of the way, and landed a kick on his stomach. While he fell to the ground, the tow humans ganged up on me with nothing but their hands to fight with. I dodged carefully between the two, but they were fast as well, dodging my counterattack. I was impressed, for the first time today. I lunged back in to attack, but the abedano came up from the sidelines, hitting me square in the cheek. Now I was mad. I turned on my heel and leapt forward, bringing my knee to his chest and landing him on the ground. With one punch to the face, the snouted alien was out cold. But as I was down, I felt a hard smack on my rear. Excuse me?! I rose up to face the two men, ready to kill, before my attack was interrupted by a slice.

I felt a sharp stinging on my back, followed by cold. The cathar's knife had cut straight through my suit, and deep into my skin. It hurt like hell, but I steeled myself. Advancing on the cathar, I hit him with a sucker punch, before I stole the knife and plunged it deep into his plump belly. I followed him down, and felt a hand on the back of my neck squeeze firmly. One of the men had gotten a hold, and his grip was firm. My attempts at kicking back were in vain, as his friend held down my legs. I noticed the blaster just out of arm's reach. I pondered for a moment, as I heard the sound of ripping fabric. The noise confused me for just a moment, until I felt a sudden cool on my chest.

Looking down, my suspicion was confirmed. The top half of my suit was ripped off, leaving my breasts hanging out. Oh god, these pigs were trying to have their way with me! Screw a fair fight, I thought, I flung myself forward, briefly escaping their grasp, and grabbed the blaster. With one turn onto my back, I fired a hole into each of their chests. I do hope they enjoyed the eyeful I inadvertently gave them. It was the last thing they'd ever see, after all.

I was not afforded much rest, as just as I had gunned down the last two, an alarm rang, and I heard more ships touching down outside. Now was the time to escape. Glancing around, I picked up the blaster and shoved it into what remained of my suit, the small bit of elastic affixing it to my waist. While I never considered myself terribly prudish, I did become aware of my exposed breasts, and figured I should have something to cover up with. In a rush, I snatched a black and orange poncho off of one of the corpses, and threw it on as I ran barefooted to the docking bay.