There wasn’t a single light nearby. Even a sliver would have been nice. She sat there in the dark. She’d been in a holding cell for hours. No one had come to say anything to her since she was brought in.
She let a long sigh as she lay on the floor mat and allowed herself to drift off into a light sleep.
The room exploded into brilliance accompanied by the deafening clatter of the cell doors opening ferociously.
Arms lifted her angrily up off the floor as the sleep fell from her eyes. She tried to allow her eyes a minute to adjust to the sudden onslaught of intense illumination that was thrust upon her.
“Take it easy! I’m up!” Ashia didn’t like the rude awakening.
They dragged her out of the cell and threw something over her head and tied her arms.
“Hey! What the frell?” She protested but they said nothing.
‘Speeder’ She thought. That’s all she really knew. Her keen sense of direction gave her an idea of where they were going, but there was something unfamiliar she couldn’t put her finger on.
When they finally stopped, they marched her into a building down long corridors and threw her into another cell. This one wasn’t empty though.
“So when do I see Gardulla?” Still no response as they left and disappeared.
She turned to take in the new place. This cell at least had a long bench instead of a floor mat. On it though sat this very large Lasat. He looked her up and down and rubbed his head.
“Karabast!” he grumbled. He looked like he’d been there awhile and didn’t seem all too keen on having a roommate.
“Well, karabast to you too.” She scoffed as she looked around at things, her mind trying to sort out an escape.
“Where are we anyway? This isn’t Gardulla’s brig.” She looked through the cell door window as best she could; it was a little high.
“Who is this Gardulla?” The gruff voice sounded annoyed.
“He’s the Hutt that runs these parts. Or at least he was.” She examined the door.
“I don’t know anything about a Hutt. This here is Bracir Draaqon’s holding cells, where we wait to be sold off to the spice mines or some such.”
“Sold off! Well, I’m nobody’s slave.” She continued to examine the door. “What’s the rotation like?”
“Rotation?” He looked at her sideways. “What do’ya mean, rotation?”
“Guard rotation? How often do they come by?” She glanced back at him incredulously.
“No clue, haven’t paid that much attention to it.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and rubbed his head.
“Well you aren’t very helpful, now are ya?” She fiddled with the door some.
“What’dya want, lady? I’ve been here for some time now.” He looked up at her; his eyes a dull green looked very haggard.
A flick of her wrist and the door slid open with an audible hiss.
The Lasat jumped to his feet, his eyes wide. “Karabast! How did you do that?”
Ashia shrugged. “We gettin’ outta here or what?” She turned on her heel and left the cell, not waiting for an answer.
The corridor was clear. The two made their way stealthily, the Zabrak stopping to listen every so often. They found a turbolift and made their way up to what looked like a hangar bay. They slid in behind some crates; watching carefully.
Several men were loading boxes onto a ship. A few others were standing guard.
“What now?” The Lasat hunkered down as best he could; his large frame making it tough.
Ashia watched intently for a moment before moving around the crates to the other side. Staying to the shadows she watched two of the guards standing a few feet away from her.
“You slept with his wife.” The words left her lips quietly and drifted towards one of the men. A second later he uttered the same words.
“I slept with your wife.”
The other guard turned towards him. “You what!?”
The second the words had fallen from his lips, the Nightsister pulled them back out of his thoughts. He looked incredulously at the other man as he drew his blaster on him.
“What the frell are you doing?” Shock fell across his face as he lifted his own blaster towards him in defense.
“How dare you!” The first man screamed. “You were my best friend!”
The detonation of the two blasters erupting simultaneously was deafening in the small area. Ashia ducked down even further, pulling the Lasat with her as she did.
“What the…? How did you…?!” He sat in awe next to her.
“Come on.” She bolted forward a few steps before noticing he wasn’t behind her. She turned to see the Lasat crouching down over the bodies. Thick fingers rifled through the dead guard’s pockets for a moment only to come up empty. He picked up both Bryar pistols, spinning them in his hands for a moment as a smile split his wide face. “Now this is more like it!”
They moved quietly up behind some more crates and other random objects. Ashia peered cautiously around taking it all in and plotting her next move. That’s when she saw him. A cocky little Bothan was bossing around some pretty big Trandoshans.
His back was to her. She watched intently for a moment then reached out as she quieted her mind.
Slowly the blaster that was at his side, lifted out of its holster and just as she had cleared it, he noticed and turned.
“What the frell…?” he started as his blaster began to float away from him. Suddenly he looked up, his eyes fastening on hers.
He reached out to retrieve his weapon in mid air. Ashia pulled the DL-44 quickly to her own hand and squeezed the trigger. The Bothan fell back with an audible thump.
The men he had been directing dropped what they were carrying and started to draw their own weapons. The Lasat stepped in, firing the Bryars he had picked up. More men moved to their position when they heard the commotion.
Without a word the two went back to back, each firing as they moved out of hiding and around towards one of the ships.
“Hey! Stop them!” a voice cried out. The hangar bay was alive with the concussive roar of the fire fight that ensued.
‘Move towards that ship!’ Ashia’s thoughts permeated the mind of the Lasat at her back. They moved as one; the large frame of the Lasat dwarfing her lithe one. His Bryars erupted as they discharged their solid white heat upon the men that stood to stop them.
A few more shots and they had eliminated the rest of the men that were firing upon them.
“Let’s go!” She moved toward the gangplank and up into the ship; the Lasat right behind her.
Ashia entered the cockpit and started flipping switches. It was an old YT-1300 freighter.
“Do you know how to fly one of these things?” The Lasat stood behind her watching her with some concern.
“Why? You think you can do better?” She ignored him as she continued to flip switches getting her ready to take off.
“Move over!” The Lasat said abruptly. She moved out of the seat and he flipped a couple more then set things into motion.
The ship moved out of the hangar bay and suddenly the com system crackled to life.
“You know I’ll find that ssssship and along with it the two of you. Your effortsssss are fruitlessssss.” The voice belonged to Bracir Draaqon.
“I’d say our efforts are working in our favor.” Ashia responded with a smirk on her lips. The Lasat flew the ship effortlessly as they glided over Naa Shaddaa. He let out a chuckle.
“You don’t want to anger me further. I’ll put a bounty on both your headsssss so high, you won’t be able to go anywhere! Now bring back my ssssship!” he raged over the com system.
She switched off the com system as they left Naa Shaddaa behind.
Once in orbit, the Lasat relaxed. A sigh of relief fell from his lips.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you? One of those…uh…Jedi’s? Right?”
She looked at him sideways; a slight scowl crossing her brow.
“What do I call you, anyway?” She changed the subject.
“Lucius Sulla.” He grinned at her.
Ashia blinked. “You’re gonna need a nickname. She flipped the com system back on, punched in a new frequency and a code.
A moment later it crackled to life. “This is Colonel Blackwind. Lady Ashia, is that you?”
Sully’s eyebrow went up at the mention of her being a ‘Lady’.
“Yes, Blackwind. It’s me. Have you heard from Muz?”
“Yes, they have retrieved the package and are waiting for you. ”
“Excellent. Please let him know I have my own ride. I’ll rendezvous with him at Stheno.”
“I will let him know. Is everything alright?”
“Please don’t worry, Blackwind. Not for me.” She switched off the com system and started plugging in the coordinates for Stheno.