Chapter 4 by CT-7670

Does he see her?

Yes

He stares at the stormtrooper comes to a halt. He stares, lifelessly, at the race. The screen flickers off. He guides his eyes to her breasts. Sabine makes a run for it. He follows. She slips past a bearded man. The trooper barges into him. She Dodgers under the legs of a rodian. He throws him aside. She vaults over a table, jumps over an ugnaught, and slides under another table. The guard shoves through the multiple obstacles. She tries to move but fails to go anywhere. Her legs are tangled in a chair. The trooper closes in. She pulls on her legs. He’s feet away. She gets up and sprints to the exit.

She runs out the door as it closes. It reopens as the chaser runs out after her. She looks down at him from the cloth roof. He walks away, still searching. He leaves. She turns around to the hard roof. She still needs her top. She hears a tear. The cloth she was on was to weak to support her. She looks around to see if anyone had heard. The coast was clear. She looked to see if she was ok. Her boots were missing! She recalled having twisted her legs in a chair. Perhaps they fell off in the escape.

The door hissed open. It shut. She just remembered their appearance. _ Shit! I’m still nude. What can I use for a coverup? Aha! That torn roof. _She picked it up and turned it into a poncho. She walked through the door, hoping no one would recognize her. She searched under the tipped table. Nothing. She got back up. A drunk bumped into her. She shoved him back. He held onto the cloth. She punched him back. The poncho ripped off her back. She gasped and ran out the door, again.