Disclaimer:
Nothing that George Lucas or anyone else from the star wars
universe
has created is mine.
"You don't
have to trust me," She said, "All you need to know is
that
my little friend here," she patted a blaster at her side
that I hadn't noticed
before,"doesn't like it when people
don't cooperate with me."
I tried to think quickly, like
the heroes and heroines that I'd read about in books,
but ideas were not coming fast.
"What do you want with me?"
"For starters, I need a place to hide my ship, a cave or a river or something."
"A river?"
"And then I'll need new clothes, hair dye or a wig, and somewhere to lay low for a while." The pilot seemed to grow larger, cornering me against the wall, her features even more ominous because they were obscured by the dark. "And I'll need your silence," she said, making the word "silence" sound as sharp as a whip. "Can you give me that?"
I hesitated a moment before stammering, "Yes, of course," in a very small voice. She loomed over me.
"I need some sort of insurance that you'll keep your word." The crazed criminal looked around at the area where she'd crashed her spacecraft. Her eyes fell on the house nearby. "Who lives with you?"
"No one."
The pilot took her blaster out of its holster, "Cooperate with me or I'll kill you and whoever lives in that house." She pressed the barrel of her weapon on my forehead and I shivered.
"Ok, then," I managed to say, "let's get started, then."
