(More) Trouble Shows Up

A relieved grin spread over Ofe's face. He'd come across a pile of actuators, the slim metal parts wrapped in a tattered old tarp. After so much searching, cloth at last! And he wasted no time. Ofe ripped two long strips from the old tarp. One became a rough belt about his bare waist, the second was fed through the first, fashioning a small, crude loincloth to cover his dangling manhood. The material was damp and dirty, but it was better than nothing.

He glanced over at Fennec, who shivered beside him. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself; one cupped her bare breasts while the other pressed over her hairless crotch. She shifted self-consciously, her soaked heels sinking slightly into the damp ground as she pressed her knees together. Droplets dappled honey-hued skin, wet strands from pink pigtails clung to her face and shoulders.

"You got one of those for me?" Fennec shivered as she spoke, sending hoop earrings swinging. The glittery eyeshadow somehow emphasized the vulnerability in her normally composed expression.

"Hang on, Candy, I’ll get something for you too," he assured her, sifting through the junk.

Before he could scavenge anything usable, the whine of an approaching speeder made them both freeze. The glossy black craft hovered above the junkyard, its searchlights slicing across the dark yard hesitating on them before they moved on. It touched down with a soft hiss in the nearest clearing between a stack of walker legs and a half-gutted hyperdrive. Three figures emerged, blasters drawn.

"Those are Black Sun enforcers. We've gotta run," Fennec hissed as she nudged Ofe, standing open jawed beside her.

Snapping out of his daze, Ofe swallowed hard. "Right! Follow me!" He headed off, weaving between piles of scrap and vanished into the darkness. Fennec tried to follow, but these platform heels made quick movement impossible. She staggered along, clomping loudly across of old hull plating on the ground, cursing under her breath. The noise brought her attention.

"Over here!" A lanky Corellian wtih slicked hair appeared out of the endless field of junk.

Fennec bolted, or at least tried. Between the unstable ground and her absurd shoes, she wobbled along, parts jiggling wantonly. A heel slid as she looked back and she ended up on her hands and knees, as the enforcer closed in.

"Already on your knees?" The enforcer smiled with yellowed teeth as he loomed over her.

****, she lashed out with a foot, but he easily dodged the clumsy attack from the damsel on all fours. Instead her heel clacked against a column of stacked parts.

"If that's the best you got girly, I don't think you'll be any prob-"

What he didn't see was the power converter her kick knocked loose from the top of the heap, not even when it crashed into the back of his skull. He dropped, out cold, instantly, his blaster flopping into the mud.

More feet were approaching. She dove on the pistol and scooped in into her hands. Despite her exceptional skill and experience she fumbled awkwardly, unable to manage the weapon.

“Kriffing nails!” she snarled. Her fake, pink nails clacked into the trigger guard making it impossible to properly grip or fire.

Before she could figure out how to thread her long glittery nails through the little space of the trigger guard, a scally Rodian hand yanked it away. She turned on him, but thick hands like vice grips seized her arms from behind. Already on her knees, the two remaining enforcers easily overpowered her, pinning Fennec to the ground with a knee in her back.

Her long pigtails were cruelly yanked back and wrapped around the wrists **** up behind her.

"Ista loovi catcha Brunk," cooed the Rodian.

“Yeah," sneered Brunk, the second Corellian. “Looks like we finally found that slut the boss misplaced. Now, where's your fella?”

Fennec thrashed, but his strength was considerable and hers was nothing from this position. She tried whipping her legs at them, but quickly discovered the heels of her platforms made excellent grips for manhandling her legs up behind her. Something was wrapped around her ankles. And like that, an elite assassin transformed into a bare-boobed damsel in distress.

Nearby, hidden behind a stack of defunct X-34 speeders, Ofe watched in horror. His heart pounded. He could try to help her… or he could use this chance to escape. He didn't want to leave a lady in trouble, especially such a pretty one, but these men were well armed and they'd promised to come back and finish him after his first encounter.

The burly Corellian dragged Fennec to her feet. A slap on the ass sent her hopping towards the speeder, breasts bouncing.

“Whatta wees doo da girly?” ponder the Rodian aloud as he pulled the downed man to his feet.

“Boss plans to sell this one.”

Ofe clenched his fists. They were heading towards their speeder. He had to decide, and he had to decide now.