Chapter 13

A lot of things happen quickly.

Blu ducks another of those knives, the Jedi does something with her Jedi magic, and all hell breaks loose as more lithe, silent Gungans drop from the ceiling.

Seeing this Jedi dead would be nice, but not nice enough to be worth getting killed over. Blu wants no part of whatever these Gungans are up to. She dashes back up the ramp and into the ship. She goes straight to the cockpit and leaps into the pilot’s seat, grabbing her headset and powering up the engines.

“Seiki Ondori departing now,” she calls out. “Open up those doors!” To make her point, she engages the engines before they’re fully warmed up. The ship starts to lift off the bay floor, warning lights flashing. Blu straps in.

The station people decide she isn’t bluffing and start the process of opening the doors. With a little luck, the Gungans and that Jedi can both get sucked into the vacuum. She slaps her hand on the button to close the ramp and enters a heading, engaging the hyperdrive engine. The doors are barely open when the ship makes the jump, leaping away from Commerce-1.

The stars turn to lines, then resolve again. She only went far enough to get out safely. She doesn’t actually know where she needs to go. If she couldn’t hide at Commerce-1, where can she run to?

She leans back in her chair, trying to decide if she should laugh or cry. This is the second time that she’s naked in the cockpit like this. It’s ridiculous. She hopes that engineer is OK. It was just getting good, too…

Blu sighs. What a mess. She got herself into this, but it still pisses her off.

And that Jedi is so strange. Why was she such a mess when she showed up? She seemed to have her act together when she came after Blu at Jayo’s place. And those Gungans? They hadn’t been after Blu. Mi Mi Juhgs is the only Gungan that she’d encountered lately, and Mi Mi is a small-time crook. She isn’t involved with fighters like those, although it’s not beyond the realm of possibility that she could’ve put a bounty on Blu.

Blu mentally adds Mi Mi to the list of people she needs to kill the next time she’s on Coruscant, but that’s not going to be anytime soon. Obviously, she needs to get even farther away.

She stands up and turns, intending to clean up and put on clothes, but the Jedi is in the doorway, blocking her path.

“No fucking way,” Blu mutters. She goes for the blaster in her cupholder, but the Jedi throws out a hand.

Even though they aren’t touching, it’s like those pale fingers are wrapped around Blu’s throat. She makes a **** noise, unable to breathe. Her oxygen-starved mind understands: this Jedi must have leaped aboard to escape while the ship was taking off, before she raised the ramp.

She reaches toward the blaster, but it’s out of reach. Blu falls to her knees, red in the face, about to black out.

The Jedi releases the magic. Blu gasps and falls on her back, the metal cold against her bare skin.

The Jedi walks up and steps right on Blu’s cock with her boot, not stomping, but putting plenty of weight on. There’s no sign of that drunkenness that she was affected by just a couple minutes ago. The Togruta’s hood is down and she’s not hiding her emotions: she’s angry.

Blu rubs her throat, looking up at the Jedi with pure hatred and trying not to wince from the harsh, firm weight on her privates.

“Just kill me,” she croaks.

To her surprise, the Jedi removes her foot and crouches. “Don’t try anything.” She absently reaches out, and Blu’s blaster floats to her hand.

“Who were those Gungans?” Blu demands.

“The Hidden Grass Clan. Assassins.”

“Who’d want to kill someone as charming as you?” Blu snarls.

“It’s ****. I slaughtered them and burned their home.”

“Not all of them.”

“I noticed that,” the Jedi replies mildly. “There’s something about you, bounty hunter.”

“My name is Blu.”

“My name is Silvi.” Silvi leans closer, peering at Blu. “The **** is strong with you, Blu.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you have more value alive than dead,” Silvi says, getting to her feet. She offers her hand.

Blu hesitates. “What do you want?”

“We’re both in trouble now. You made your recordings, and I failed in my mission. If we work together, we might be able to salvage this.” Silvi gestures invitingly.

“What makes you think I’d work with a Jedi?”

“Would you rather die? And I already told you. I’m not a Jedi.” Silvi stops waiting for Blu to take her hand and lifts Blu to her feet with the magic.

“Whoa,” Blu says, wobbling unsteadily. “I don’t trust you.”

Silvi offers her blaster, handle-first. “You’re wanted by the Jedi as well. You must know that you’ll never survive without my help. You can’t run from the ****. You certainly can’t fight it.”

Uneasily, Blu takes the weapon back, but leaves the safety on.

“None of those Gungans got aboard, did they?” she asks nervously.

“No.”

“Then can I get dressed?”

Silvi smirks and stands aside. Blu brushes past her and heads down the hall. It doesn’t surprise her when Silvi follows. Blu isn’t embarrassed. Who hasn’t seen her naked at this point? And Silvi has seen the bedroom, the bed, and… everything else. Blu vividly remembers that soft, white body bouncing wildly on top of her, huge, mesmerizing breasts jiggling as that tight, Togruta pussy… She stops those thoughts. This is definitely not the time for that.

“Good memories here,” Silvi says lightly, leaning against the doorframe and watching Blu go to the closet. “If I’d known that you liked it from behind like that, I’d have given it to you.”

“You seemed happy to take a ride,” Blu replies calmly, tucking her cock into a black thong.

“Do you feel things that others don’t?” Silvi asks bluntly.

Blu scowls, pulling on a clean jumpsuit. She usually only zips it up to just below her belly button to show off some bra and cleavage, but she doesn’t want to give this Togruta the satisfaction of a view. She zips up all the way.

“No,” she says.

“You’re lying. You find it uncomfortable. Is that why you drink so much?” Blu is at the table, in the act of reaching for a bottle, but it moves away from her hand. Silvi is using her magic again.

“I haven’t agreed to team up with you yet,” Blu snaps. “And you’re a guest on my ship. Fuck with my booze and I’ll put a hole in you.”

“Good,” Silvi says, using her magic to nudge the bottle back into Blu’s hand. “Anger is good.”

“Figures the Togruta with the hottest bod has the worst personality,” Blu mutters, taking a long drink. “Now that we’ve met, I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last living creature.”

“Living,” Silvi says, joining her at the table that serves as Blu’s bar and makeup stand in the bedroom. “Living is going to be a problem for you, Blu. But I think there’s a way. I want you to meet my Master. I want to see what she thinks of you. If she feels what I feel.”

“What you feel?” Blu makes a face, looking Silvi up and down. “Bitch, I already told you that is not happening.”

“Play dumb if you want. You know what I’m talking about,” Silvi says patiently.

“Why do you care about my weird dreams and visions? I have some posttraumatic stress. That’s all it is,” Blu says, taking another drink.

“Dreams? Visions? Tell me about them,” Silvi says.

“Why should I? What do I get out of this?”

“You get to live.”

“I took you down once. I can do it again. You want to kill me, then do it.” Blu shrugs, holding the Togruta’s gaze.

“That would be a waste. I have to prove to my Master that I am not a failure. And you? What do you have to do, Blu?”

“I have to make that thief pay for wrecking my life,” Blu hisses.

“Then let’s help each other,” Silvi says, offering her hand a second time.

Blu hesitates. She doesn’t have to like this girl to work with her. She’s partnered up with worse in the past. This Jedi magic is powerful.

“You think you can find her?” she asks suspiciously.

“I found you, didn’t I? I have an idea,” Silvi says. “One that can solve both of our problems. One where we both get to live.”

Blu stares at Silvi’s outstretched hand.