Crouching closer to one of the many bodies littering the floor, Jehda tilted her head at the white armored body. Standing a couple feet away was her older sister Ilum, the redhead frowning angrily as she checked over one of the many guns littered on the floor, fingering the trigger.
"What we do to piss off the Empire?" Jehda chirped, poking the still twitching corpse of what she knew to be a stormtrooper.
"Don't play with it-" Ilum said, turning to fire the blaster with narrowed eyes. She pursed her lips as she looked to the scorch marks on the wall, finally throwing it back onto the ground. "I don't know, but we really don't need to stick around and find out… I don't feel good about all of this."
Jehda snorted, wiping the bloodied end of her vibroblade on the material of the stormtroopers clothes before standing up and stretching.
"Nothing like twenty something stormtroopers to give ya that good ol' bad feeling sis. Coulda told ya something was wrong when our contact decided to up the price at the last minute."
"I could've told you that as well, but I was hoping that the money was genuine… we could've used it to get some better weapons, or clothes that can actually hold back the weather." She kicked a helmet angrily, swearing under her breath.
Sighing tiredly, Jehda rubbed a hand down her face. "If they set this up, you know they've already detained our ship."
"Dammit- I just got her fixed up, too." Ilum mumbled angrily, giving the helmet another half-hearted kick. "There goes all the cash I've put into her, especially those new engine upgrades. If I ever get my hands on these empire fucks…"
"Ya, ya, next time Lee, but right now we have maybe an hour tops before they start out for our blood."
"They shot first!" Ilum snarled under her breath, hurrying to grab what she could use off of the bodies. She knew most of it was worthless— not even The Hutts were stupid enough to buy stolen Empire weapons— but the habit to make sure they had all they could kicked in. "C'mon, we can get a head start on 'em."
"Well what's the one place in this backwater planet we can get a ride off this dust bowl with no questions? Let's go find whatever bar this town has." Jehda grinned, sheathing her vibroblade as she skipped out the door.
"Watch your ass- Jehda!" She practically ran after her sister, exasperated by the fact she barely even realized she was gone until she was out the door. "For the love of- wait up, and don't be stupid."
By the time the sisters made it to a cantina, they were prepared for a fight at every corner. The dark cloak Ilum had bought barely covered her face, the faded and worn onyx fabric blowing in the dry desert wind. She entered the bar with a sigh, muscles tensing as she waited for whatever the lowest of the low had for her.
"Please stay close," she practically begged, looking over to her younger sister.
Jehda just hummed at her sister request, tugging the rugged blue cloak farther over her head. "We need to find someone with the smell of desperation around them." she murmured, becoming more withdrawn the closer people wandered around them. Glancing around with narrowed eyes, she suddenly grinned at a scruffy looking man in the corner; the force almost crooning around him. 'Him, him!' it whispers.
"Found our ride."
Ilum had been watching the man for some time, her violet eyes flicking over his face as she tried to decide if she trusted him enough with her life. At the same time, she questioned what the best plan was to get them on a ship with little to no hassle. "You feel it, don't you?" She asked, unable to take her eyes off of the man. "What if we're wrong this time?"
"Then we do what we always do, sister." she said, slipping her arm around her sisters. "We fight our way out."
With a grin, she drags them both over to the man, ignoring her sister's sudden stutter in step once the wookie came in view.
"Jehda, the answer is no," she whispered quickly, tugging her arm back. "I'm not getting on anything without knowing I won't be ripped apart."
"What's the fun in that." she whispered back.
"By the force… I'll kill you if this goes wrong." She hissed, barely giving her sister a chance to answer before smiling at the man. Yes, she was trying her best to flirt with him, but every part of her wanted to turn back and run. With a grin that showed her canines, she sat down at the table, catching both off guard. "I'd hate to interrupt a serious conversation, but I was wondering if one of you know a ship we can use. It's very important."
"See, it's kinda short notice, so we are willing to pay handsomely." Jehda winked, throwing herself down beside the wookie.
Ilum had felt the sting of a hustle more than once, something she hated getting into every time, so she quickly showed the man a small pouch of money she had collected. "My name is Ilum, and this is Jehda, if you must know…"
"Annnd I smell trouble" the man smirked, lounging back even farther in the uncomfortable cantina chair. The wookie warbled in agreement, grumbling down at the close proximity of the girl beside him.
"Maybe it's just the money you smell," she said, leaning forwards so no one else would hear her. "My sister can move if your friend ain't comfortable, but I'd rather we get out of here as quickly as we can. The heat is getting to be too much for us, you see."
The man glanced at his wookie friend, before leaning up in his seat. "And where exactly are you wanting to go?"
"Anywhere that isn't here," she replied, leaning back in her seat as she let the hood of her cloak fall to her shoulders, revealing her features for the first time. She knew the usual reactions— Firrereons had rarely been seen since the planet was destroyed, the few who were alive living as popular slaves among the Hutts.
"Is there room for us, or do we need to look elsewhere?" Jehda demanded, throwing down her hood with a huff.
The other man seemed to enjoy keeping the girls in suspense, his smirk widening as he finished his drink. It was only when Ilum went to stand, sharpened fingernails pulling the pouch of money away, that he chose his answer. "I've got room, but I'll need 2,000 for the trip out of here—1,000 up front since you seem to be all set."
Ilum fought to hide her smile, nodding as she quietly stood up. "We've got nothing to pack, so you don't have to worry about carrying too much weight— all you have to do is pretend you never saw us."
The man glanced at the wookie across from him, and nodded slightly. "The names Han, Han Solo, and the furball over there's Chewbacca-" said furball gave a noise of indignation at the name, to which Jehda stood up along with her sister.
"Docking Bay 94." He smirked. "Meet us there in two hours."
"We will be there, don't worry." Ilum said, placing the money into her pocket before turning on her heel, the fabric of her hood once again covering her golden features.
"See you then," Jehda smiled, giving another wink before spinning after her sister, faded blue covering the vibrant coloring of her two-toned hair again as she sidled up to her cloaked sister.
With a small smile, Ilum took her sister's hand, not once looking back at the man they had met. She stayed silent the whole way, with one thought on her mind: not even she or her sister's instincts could tell her where they were going.
"I think we would use a drink."