Jaina shifted sleepily on the sheets. She had one wrist chained to the corner of the bed, as usual. She was still a bit disoriented from what she'd been doing with Tahiri, and there was a lightsaber resting disconcertingly in the naked space between them. But physically, she was cool and calm again, and her thoughts were quiet. She felt very content.
She smiled as she felt Tahiri's fingers on her forearm, communicating in abbreviated special missions sign-gestures.
Three bad guys. In the lounge.
"Sith," she whispered, eyes flashing wide - meeting Tahiri's steady gaze. Her head nodded sideways, reminding her that she was still handcuffed to the headboard. You might want to unlock that.
Oh, right. Jaina nodded, and reached up, fumbling with the strap around her wrist.
Then, instinctively, she glanced around - and watched as the door disintegrated in a hail of blaster-fire.
But even before the storm of shots tore into the bedroom, there'd been an answering snap-hiss, as a lightsaber came alive in Tahiri's hands. She'd never really understood until that moment that her bodyguard/girlfriend's habit of sleeping with her weapon in the bed was more than a kinky habit and a bit of foreplay.
But she'd never felt so grateful to be sleeping with the blonde, either. Tahiri had leapt forward in a Force-boosted pounce, flipping head-over-heels in a somersaulting ball of naked strength, the pure white blade of her weapon leaping and dancing to deflect away the crimson streaks of incoming blaster-bolts, and landing in a low crouch across the foot of the bed.
"Kriff, kriff, kriff," Jaina swore, tugging at her shackled wrist.
"Whenever you have time, your highness," Tahiri said, grinning at their attackers.
Jaina had her wrist half-out, and thought about just tugging, but she did things properly, unlocking the heavy padlock and unstrapping the leather belt built into the cuff.
Her freed hand leapt down towards the drawer in the bedside unit where she kept her toys. She glanced round as she moved, already searching for a target.
There were three attackers, she knew that already - female silhouettes, human in outline, but too lean and dark to be entirely human, and too focused in the Force - half attack-animal, half-machine. They were keeping up a sustained fire with their built-in blasters that was making Tahiri leap and dance and stretch and sweat to cover Jaina's naked ass with lightsaber parries - but when the blonde's energy blade reflected back the blaster-bolts they were firing to try to score hits against them, angled deflector shields flickered into existence and the energy-bolts riccocheted away off them, suggesting that they were packing some very sophisticated combat tech and cybernetically-synched droid systems.
Jaina grinned, and fired off the first shot from her holdout blaster. The one on the left went down, with a smoking hole in the head or shoulder - instinctively, she'd timed her move perfectly to complement her girlfriend, and the split-second gap between the bolts Tahiri had fanned back in the cyborg's direction and the heavy shot from Jaina's pistol had been too quick for the shield-system to react. She swung the gun into a two-handed firing-posture and fired another shot at her next target - then dived away behind Tahiri, as the second cyborg answered with a lightsaber, sending her high-powered bolt straight back at them, forcing Tahiri to spin her blade point-down to catch the shot.
In answer, she punched a shot out between Tahiri's legs, but that was deflected back as well, and Tahiri had to catch that off her blade again - swaying to the side to dodge another set of high-speed bolts from their attackers' own weaponry.
"Go wide!" Tahiri yelled. Jaina was already lunging off the bed, sliding on the floor - ignoring the carpet-burns on her breasts and pussy - and reaching with the Force for her own lightsaber. She came up with the weapon in one hand, and her pistol in the other.
The nearer of the two attackers had turned towards her, and she grinned as she deflected back the shots that the cyborg offered. Her detuned blade shifted the frequency just enough for them to cause some trouble for the thing's built-in deflector. They didn't quite get through, but they didn't deflect back either, and the flicker of energy suggested that the energy shield's power-routing systems didn't like that. The next shots from her blaster punched straight through.
The thing gave a jerky twitch, perhaps damaged, perhaps just dodging, and came at her with two lightsabers. Jaina caught them both on her own blade, a power-blocking move with the weapon thrust out in her right hand, and shot the black-sheathed machine-girl in the crotch.
That just seemed to make the thing mad, but Jaina vaulted upwards, levering off her opponent's blades, her own jagged blade spinning in her hands. She decapitated the thing with a backthrust, and then tore the spine out with a slash of her weapon's tip.
Then the thing just pitched forward to the deck.
Tahiri, meanwhile, was locked in lightsaber combat with their third opponent, twisting and parrying like a dervish. She danced between blade-thrusts and blaster-bolts, her naked body seeming to glow in the crimson fire of her opponent's weapons. Showers of sparks showed where she was using the tip of her blade to short out the thing's shield-emitters, one by one.
Then she ducked low, and thrust her lightsaber up between the creature's legs - straight up through the body. The thing seemed to give a soundless shriek, and dropped, trailing smoke and pain.
"Not bad for two naked girls with serious initiative problems," Jaina smiled, flicking back her hair. She really wanted a drink.
Then she glanced down at the head of the one she'd decapitated. The mask had come apart, and she frowned at the face inside, puzzled by a sort of recognition.
The thing was so anonymous, so expressionlessly blank, and so neatly interfaced with the cybernetics, that Jaina was sure the creature had never had a real human existence outside the shell of armour and programming. But there was something else there as well, something she couldn't quite explain or identify, but something she recognized nonetheless.
"They were me," Tahiri breathed, her chest heaving heavily. Any other time, Jaina would have found her breasts distracting. "They kriffing cloned me." She 'sabered the thing at her feet. "Machines."
Then she was out the door in a blur of speed, and Jaina heard an electric shriek of protest from her astromech, shortly before Tahiri put a blade through the droid's dome.
Jaina was just in time to see the lightning-storm of destruction that resulted.
"Was that just gratuitous violence against droids?" she asked, reaching the bar and realising she still had a weapon in each hand. "Or did you decide that Streaker was working for whoever sent those things?"
"Two Whyrens," Tahiri answered, pacing over. "Make mine very large. Fuck, I feel like I've been violated in ways I didn't even think that Reige and Jag could think of."
She sounded like she needed the drink, but Jaina could only admire how strong and sexy she'd become. "Welcome to the club," she said, sloshing enough whiskey into Tahiri's glass to burn down a small sector.
"And yeah," Tahiri said, downing half the glass and holding out her fist for a refill. "Spanker was with them. There's no other way they could have got in here. But someone on the outside must have helped them get this far as well..."