Time for Heroics!

Fennec heard Brunk, the muscular enforcer, bark out, "Get Josk up," at his Rodian companion. While the Rodian woke up the man still sprawled in the muck where a power converter dropped on him, Brunk hauled her easily to her feet with the barest of effort, sending her big hoop earrings swinging.

Her pigtails were binding her wrists. The tension pulled Fennec's head back, forcing her to stare up at the big man looming over her.

"Your property of the Black Sun now," he sneered.

She wanted to respond, but her voice failed her. Her stomach clinched. Being bound and exposed only seemed to amplify his overwhelming size, leaving her feeling small and ****.

"Get moving, slut," Brunk commanded. His meaty hand delivered a hard slap to her bare asscheeks.

A rope hitched her ankles together just above her tall glittering platforms. All she could manage was little blind hops, whimpering helplessly. Her body betrayed her. The pierced nipples on her bouncing breasts went stiff from the stimulation of being herded by slaps to her ass.

The rush of humiliation in her cheeks burned hotter than any blaster bolt.

Ofe watched it all crouched behind a half-disassembled speeder. His jaw clinched in trepidation. There was no way he could fight three armed men with his bare hands.

He could see the gates from his vantage point. He could leave - run across the junkyard, flag down a speeder on the road, and survive. The smart choice.

Or…

His engineer’s mind kicked into high gear. His eyes darted across the piles of scrap. The voice of his instructor from the academy came bubbling up in his memory, "An engineer builds his own solutions!"

There! The old speeder wreck. The avionics system hung open, capacitors still intact. Nearby, a rusted-barrel, stacked with spent blaster power packs lay half-buried in the mud. The power cells had too little power to fire a rifle, but that didn’t mean they were powerless.

Moving fast, he yanked free wires and twisted them together, jamming the blaster power cell against the capacitor. The unstable charge hummed ominously in his hands. He estimated… five seconds, maybe ten, before the residual power in the cell overcharged the capacitor. On it's own, it would pop in a shower of harmless sparks, but in the right conditions...

Taking a deep breath, he stood and hurled his makeshift device toward a stack of barrels marked FUEL STORAGE.

It tumbled through the air, landing with a clang right between the barrels. The capacitor sparked, and a whoosh of ignited fumes sent a gout of flame spiraling into the night.

"Dank farrick!" Brunk staggered back as the fire roared over him, silhouetting the junkyard in flickering orange light. Fennec hobbled back, landing on her bare buttcheeks.

He rushed forward, a chunk of the speeder's airframe in his hands. With all the **** he could muster, Ofe connected with the face of the nearest distracted thug. Yellowed teeth scattered across the yard. The man crumpled, his blaster clattering into the mud.

Ofe dove for the fallen weapon, rolling onto his side, mud streaking his bare skin. The Rodian whirled, glittering eyes locked on as he pulled his pistol. Ofe barely got his fingers around the grip before squeezing the trigger.

A bolt sizzled through the air and caught the enforcer square in the chest. The alien staggered back, antenna shot out straight, before collapsing with steam rising from the hole in his ribs.

Ofe scrambled to his feet and rushed to Fennec, who was unable to stand.

“We gotta move!” he barked, scooping up the bare woman.

Fennec lay arced back in his arms, breasts jiggling, her golden-tanned skin glistened in the lights as he hurried to their speeder. Until Brunk's huge shape blocked the way. Smoke still rose from the muscular Corellian's singed jacket.

The man sneered, "You're dead, kid!"

The galaxy slid into slow motion. The enforcer leveled a heavy blaster pistol as his chest. Ofe stared, wide-eyed, with no option but to face his end. Then, a blur of golden fur sped from the shadows. The snarling slice-hound latched onto the man, dragging him down with a bloodcurdling shriek between the fuel barrels. Screaming in rage and fear, Brunk fired blindly at the hound tearing into his shoulder.

He wasn't sticking around. Ofe crushing Fennec to his chest, he dove for the cover of an armored AT-AT leg as Brunk hit a fuel barrel.

BOOM!!

They hit the ground and instinct took over. He rolled, shielding her body beneath his as a wave of heat blasted past them.

For a moment, neither moved. The night settled into stunned silence, broken only by the crackle of flames behind them. Erratic shadows danced across the towering heaps of scrap, cast by the inferno where barrels and men had been only seconds before.

Ofe pushed himself up to survey the smoldering wreckage.

“Damn shame about that hound,” he muttered.

Fennec, still breathless, stared up at him. “You came back… you, you saved me.” Her voice was husky, the firelight catching her golden nipple rings as her chest heaved.

Ofe met her gaze as Fennec chewed her lip. He saw something in her eyes he hadn’t before: admiration, respect… and something more.