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Sarisa woke up to someone holding her in their arms. And she wore no helmet. Slowly, she opened her eyes, staring directly into Tomaas face.
“What the sithspit am I doing in your arms?”
“They stunned you, and threw you into my cell.”
Tomaas let go of her and she stood up groggily. “That still doesn’t explain why I woke in your arms!”
He hesitated. “Uh... I didn’t really think about it. I just saw you lying there, and... wanted to keep you save.”
She looked at him in the dimly lit cell and gave him a half-smile. “That's sweet. Now, where’s my buy’ce?”
“Your what? No, wait... You’re looking for that?”
He handed Sarisa the helmet, getting another half-smile of her.
“My, my, those Viraxo are very dumb, eh?”
“They were clever enough to get rid of your fancy swords.”
“They’re called beskad, Tomaas. And I have more weapons on me than that.”
Tomaas watched as she donned her helmet. “Like what?”
“I don’t carry such heavy gauntlets for the fun of it. See those two barrels on the right?”
“Sure.”
“Dual linked blaster cannons. Got them from the Techno Union. Something about field testing.”
He blinked in surprise. “Blaster cannons? Wow...”
“Well, there’s no need to get close and personal. Although I still prefer my beskad.”
“Okay... how do we get out of here?”
Sarisa looked closely at the door and grabbed the small slit where the Viraxo would’ve shoved their food through.
“What are you doing there?”
His jaw dropped to the floor when her hands tore through the durasteel.
“Holy *CRASH*!”
She smiled at him, at least he thought she did.
“Beskar crush-gaunts. Nasty stuff and illegal. You didn’t see anything.”
“Yeah... sure... Uh, what shall I do when we meet Viraxo’s boys?”
“Want my folding spade?”
“Uh, no. I’ll just stay behind, and... grab the blaster of the guard you kill first.”
Sarisa chuckled silently and tore a hole big enough to crawl through. Behind the door was a guard, staring at the hole. “What the...”
Before he could utter something else, she lifted her right arm in his direction and the blaster cannons fired a short salvo in his chest.
“Wow. Never tried them before.”
Tomaas stared at the holes the blasters tore through the guard. “Consider it a successful field test.”
He picked up the blaster rifle the guard was carrying and checked the energy level. “Meh, only halfway charged. Now, where’s the hangar?”
Sarisa looked at him for a few seconds. “What makes you think I’ll take you with me?”
“Uh...”
“Nah, I’m just teasing you. You’re too cute to leave with those guys. This way.”

Tomaas followed his former hunter through a maze of corridors, and over about fifteen dead Viraxo guards.
“How comes that those guys don’t hit you?”
“They hit me alright, but I’m wearing proper beskar plates. Hand blasters don’t even scratch it.”
“Oh. Then... what would scratch it?”
“Nothing. Either it does nothing, or the plate is shattered.”
“Huh. You Mandos do like the extremes, eh?”
Sarisa turned to face him and gently grabbed his head with her left hand.
“You are a strange man, Tomaas Azzameen. I can’t do anything but like you. Very much.” With that, she touched his forehead with the front of her helmet, just above the visor.
Tomaas watched her turn around again and walking down the corridor for a few steps, before following her.
“What was that?”
“What?”
“That thing with the helmet and my forehead.”
“You tell me a better way to kiss while wearing a helmet!” she blurted and spun around the corner to toast another guard.
“Wait... That was a kiss?”
“Keldabe-style. Now shut up, I’m thinking.”
He couldn’t help it but scanning her form. Even with the armour plates and the cloak, he could tell that she had a wonderful body.
“Okay, quit staring, you’re embarrassing me.”
“What? You’re looking the other way!”
“360° sight, cyar’ika. I see everything. And my penetrating radar shows about twenty guards in front of my ship. Oh, the hangar is just behind that wall, in case you’re interested.”
Tomaas blinked again. “You know, it would be better for our flight if you could stop using words I don’t understand. What the sithspit does cyar’ika mean?”
She hesitated with her flamethrower at the ready. “Difficult to translate. Honey, dear, lover, sweetheart, something like that. Now, like I said, there are about twenty guards in the hangar, and...”
“You’re really calling me ‘lover’?”
Sarisa sighed heavily. “Tomaas, you’re a wonderful guy, but it’s a bad moment to talk about such things.”
“Uh-huh... Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked with a cocky grin.
Her head spun to him and she begun stuttering, “What? No, I... Uh... What was the question again?”
Tomaas’ grin widened and he patted her un-armoured upper arm. “I’m free on Saturday.”
She shook her head and sighed again. “Twenty guards, no cover. I’ll go in, you keep yourself behind me. If your rifle is any indication, I’ll waltz into there like a tank.”
“I can also do tango, if you like.”
“Oh, shut it! On count of three... THREE!”
Sarisa’s boot hit the door that opened immediately, and she began firing round after round at the guards.
Tomaas could only stare at the dead bodies and the scorch marks on her armour.
“I just have to get one myself...”
She hushed him with a wave of her hand and blinked at a few icons in her HUD.
“Be quiet. Okay, ship’s clean. Quickly now.”
He nodded, and strode to the cargo hold, but she grabbed his shoulder.
“Tomaas, the cargo hold is for cargo. People go in the cockpit.”
“Sorry, bad habit. I’ve only seen the hatch and the hold, so I only know that one way.”
Sarisa took her helmet off and sighed. “I don’t know if I should be amused or annoyed. But we don’t have much time, so get a seat and keep your mouth shut.”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
She seated herself in the horizontal pilot’s seat and activated the engines.
“The space doors are closed. Any way to open them?” Tomaas asked casually, and Sarisa chuckled.
“Oh, depends.”
“On what?”
“Depends on how many proton torpedoes I got left, and how much juice is left in the laser chargers.”
“Oh.”
She winked at him and fired the dual laser cannons.

Hours later, Tomaas awoke groggily. He hated to fall asleep in chairs.
“Awake already?”
He looked sideways at Sarisa, who strangely didn’t wear her armour but some tight fitting pants and a T-Shirt.
“Did I miss something?”
“Nothing of importance, I just wanted you to know that we arrived at this fancy space station of yours.”
Tomaas shook his head and groaned. Now that she had said it, he could feel the different direction of gravity. “You know, you could have waked me when we left hyperspace.”
She smiled and slung her arm around his shoulder. “I could have, but you were looking quite cute while sleeping.”
“Cute? Don’t you mean I had a widely opened mouth and were drooling all over my shirt?”
“Like a strill. Now, come on. There are some guys out there waiting for you.”
They left the ship and Sarisa watched the Azzameen family greet her former bounty. Seeing a family like this made her wanting one on her own. And she really started to like this Corellian. She sighed and marched through the cargo hatch. But she stopped and turned. “Tomaas? You still free on Saturday?”
He blinked. “Sure.”
She flashed him a bright smile and winked. “Be ready at seven.”
Tomaas watched the ship lifting off and exiting the large hangar.
Antan looked confused. “Who was that?”
“That? My new girlfriend, burc’ya.”
“Bur... what?”

Description
Sarisa woke up to someone holding her in their arms. And she wore no helmet. Slowly, she opened her eyes, staring directly into Tomaas face.
“What the sithspit am I doing in your arms?”
“They stunned you, and threw you into my cell.”
Tomaas let go of her and she stood up groggily. “That still doesn’t explain why I woke in your arms!”
He hesitated. “Uh... I didn’t really think about it. I just saw you lying there, and... wanted to keep you save.”
She looked at him in the dimly lit cell and gave him a half-smile. “That's sweet. Now, where’s my buy’ce?”
“Your what? No, wait... You’re looking for that?”
He handed Sarisa the helmet, getting another half-smile of her.
“My, my, those Viraxo are very dumb, eh?”
“They were clever enough to get rid of your fancy swords.”
“They’re called beskad, Tomaas. And I have more weapons on me than that.”
Tomaas watched as she donned her helmet. “Like what?”
“I don’t carry such heavy gauntlets for the fun of it. See those two barrels on the right?”
“Sure.”
“Dual linked blaster cannons. Got them from the Techno Union. Something about field testing.”
He blinked in surprise. “Blaster cannons? Wow...”
“Well, there’s no need to get close and personal. Although I still prefer my beskad.”
“Okay... how do we get out of here?”
Sarisa looked closely at the door and grabbed the small slit where the Viraxo would’ve shoved their food through.
“What are you doing there?”
His jaw dropped to the floor when her hands tore through the durasteel.
“Holy *CRASH*!”
She smiled at him, at least he thought she did.
“Beskar crush-gaunts. Nasty stuff and illegal. You didn’t see anything.”
“Yeah... sure... Uh, what shall I do when we meet Viraxo’s boys?”
“Want my folding spade?”
“Uh, no. I’ll just stay behind, and... grab the blaster of the guard you kill first.”
Sarisa chuckled silently and tore a hole big enough to crawl through. Behind the door was a guard, staring at the hole. “What the...”
Before he could utter something else, she lifted her right arm in his direction and the blaster cannons fired a short salvo in his chest.
“Wow. Never tried them before.”
Tomaas stared at the holes the blasters tore through the guard. “Consider it a successful field test.”
He picked up the blaster rifle the guard was carrying and checked the energy level. “Meh, only halfway charged. Now, where’s the hangar?”
Sarisa looked at him for a few seconds. “What makes you think I’ll take you with me?”
“Uh...”
“Nah, I’m just teasing you. You’re too cute to leave with those guys. This way.”

Tomaas followed his former hunter through a maze of corridors, and over about fifteen dead Viraxo guards.
“How comes that those guys don’t hit you?”
“They hit me alright, but I’m wearing proper beskar plates. Hand blasters don’t even scratch it.”
“Oh. Then... what would scratch it?”
“Nothing. Either it does nothing, or the plate is shattered.”
“Huh. You Mandos do like the extremes, eh?”
Sarisa turned to face him and gently grabbed his head with her left hand.
“You are a strange man, Tomaas Azzameen. I can’t do anything but like you. Very much.” With that, she touched his forehead with the front of her helmet, just above the visor.
Tomaas watched her turn around again and walking down the corridor for a few steps, before following her.
“What was that?”
“What?”
“That thing with the helmet and my forehead.”
“You tell me a better way to kiss while wearing a helmet!” she blurted and spun around the corner to toast another guard.
“Wait... That was a kiss?”
“Keldabe-style. Now shut up, I’m thinking.”
He couldn’t help it but scanning her form. Even with the armour plates and the cloak, he could tell that she had a wonderful body.
“Okay, quit staring, you’re embarrassing me.”
“What? You’re looking the other way!”
“360° sight, cyar’ika. I see everything. And my penetrating radar shows about twenty guards in front of my ship. Oh, the hangar is just behind that wall, in case you’re interested.”
Tomaas blinked again. “You know, it would be better for our flight if you could stop using words I don’t understand. What the sithspit does cyar’ika mean?”
She hesitated with her flamethrower at the ready. “Difficult to translate. Honey, dear, lover, sweetheart, something like that. Now, like I said, there are about twenty guards in the hangar, and...”
“You’re really calling me ‘lover’?”
Sarisa sighed heavily. “Tomaas, you’re a wonderful guy, but it’s a bad moment to talk about such things.”
“Uh-huh... Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked with a cocky grin.
Her head spun to him and she begun stuttering, “What? No, I... Uh... What was the question again?”
Tomaas’ grin widened and he patted her un-armoured upper arm. “I’m free on Saturday.”
She shook her head and sighed again. “Twenty guards, no cover. I’ll go in, you keep yourself behind me. If your rifle is any indication, I’ll waltz into there like a tank.”
“I can also do tango, if you like.”
“Oh, shut it! On count of three... THREE!”
Sarisa’s boot hit the door that opened immediately, and she began firing round after round at the guards.
Tomaas could only stare at the dead bodies and the scorch marks on her armour.
“I just have to get one myself...”
She hushed him with a wave of her hand and blinked at a few icons in her HUD.
“Be quiet. Okay, ship’s clean. Quickly now.”
He nodded, and strode to the cargo hold, but she grabbed his shoulder.
“Tomaas, the cargo hold is for cargo. People go in the cockpit.”
“Sorry, bad habit. I’ve only seen the hatch and the hold, so I only know that one way.”
Sarisa took her helmet off and sighed. “I don’t know if I should be amused or annoyed. But we don’t have much time, so get a seat and keep your mouth shut.”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
She seated herself in the horizontal pilot’s seat and activated the engines.
“The space doors are closed. Any way to open them?” Tomaas asked casually, and Sarisa chuckled.
“Oh, depends.”
“On what?”
“Depends on how many proton torpedoes I got left, and how much juice is left in the laser chargers.”
“Oh.”
She winked at him and fired the dual laser cannons.

Hours later, Tomaas awoke groggily. He hated to fall asleep in chairs.
“Awake already?”
He looked sideways at Sarisa, who strangely didn’t wear her armour but some tight fitting pants and a T-Shirt.
“Did I miss something?”
“Nothing of importance, I just wanted you to know that we arrived at this fancy space station of yours.”
Tomaas shook his head and groaned. Now that she had said it, he could feel the different direction of gravity. “You know, you could have waked me when we left hyperspace.”
She smiled and slung her arm around his shoulder. “I could have, but you were looking quite cute while sleeping.”
“Cute? Don’t you mean I had a widely opened mouth and were drooling all over my shirt?”
“Like a strill. Now, come on. There are some guys out there waiting for you.”
They left the ship and Sarisa watched the Azzameen family greet her former bounty. Seeing a family like this made her wanting one on her own. And she really started to like this Corellian. She sighed and marched through the cargo hatch. But she stopped and turned. “Tomaas? You still free on Saturday?”
He blinked. “Sure.”
She flashed him a bright smile and winked. “Be ready at seven.”
Tomaas watched the ship lifting off and exiting the large hangar.
Antan looked confused. “Who was that?”
“That? My new girlfriend, burc’ya.”
“Bur... what?”