Anakin quickly pulled on a pair of breeches, then his boots, and when he couldn't find the t-shirt that should have been sitting in the pile with them, he grabbed his gunbelt, and a white shirt from the closet. Tahiri had opted for a nondescript jumpsuit over an undershirt with strappy shoulders and a high waistline. She still looked incredible in the rumpled khaki coverall, the material somehow showing off her body's curved athleticism, and with the zip pulled down to her own utility belt, there was a gap visible between the hemline of the undershirt and her waistline, which to Anakin's eyes was as exciting as any glimpse of cleavage.

"Come on," she said, and he followed, pulling on the shirt and half-tucking it in behind his gunbelt. "Let's make sure your sister hasn't broken your ship yet."

"I'd have fun fixing it," he shrugged, following her back to the cockpit. "Hey, sis."

Jaina flicked her hair behind her ear, glancing round and scowling at them.

"Anakin," she began, as he dropped into the co-pilot's seat. "You are not nearly tense enough."

The Imperial Star Destroyer was visible now, in the night sky between Bespin and the distant crescent shadow of its larger moon.

"They're supposed to be our allies," he pointed out, sitting down in the co-pilot's chair. "You're too tense."

"Not the sort of allies we trust,"Jaina countered.

"I know, I know," Anakin agreed.

Tahiri slipped into his lap, smiling at him. "So. Explain to me some more what all these buttons do?"

"Well," Anakin said, grinning back at her.

A warble from Fiver interrupted them.

"You'd better get that. Talk me through it?"

"Something with the navacomp. The navigational computer."

"I know that, dummy."

"Sorry." Anakin checked the display. "Good news is, the hyperdrive just started working again. Seems we picked up some telemetry from the BoSS beacon at Bespin, and it fixed..." Fiver warbled another remark, and a couple of figures on the screen flashed red. Anakin frowned. "Some of the chrono sequencing seems out, but we have navigation if we need a quick jump out of here."

"You want to make a quick run from that thing?" Tahiri asked, nodding at the bows of the Imperial cruiser, huge and in front of them. "Apart from that, you lost me again."

Jaina said nothing, but clearly, she thought it was a good idea.

Anakin pursed his lips in thought. "Not in this scow, no. We have nothing to hide in our cargo, and mom being the ex-Chief-of-State ought to count for something, even with Imperials. I say we let them send a shuttle over, and then, if they cause trouble, we start using our lightsabers."

Jaina raised an eyebrow. "You'd take on an ImpStar in this thing?"

"We have four Jedi and one of them's a Wookiee?" he offered. "What could possibly go wrong?"

"Soon enough know," Tahiri nodded, as a quartet of TIE Fighters swooped out from the hangar bay underneath the Imperial cruiser's hull. "We have visitors."

Jaina frowned. "Great."

"Bad?" Tahiri asked.

"Bad," Jaina nodded. "They have the speed to outrun this scow, and the guns to shoot us out of space before we even calculate the jump to lightspeed."

"Freighter Yavin Turtle," the Imperial voice crackled on the intercomm. "Maintain your current heading until ordered, and cooperate with all flight instructions."

"Copy that, Chimaera," Anakin sighed. "Yavin Turtle, out." But the channel was already silent.

"They just killed the comm without even waiting for us to acknowledge," Jaina sighed. "Again. What do they think this is, the Bastion orbital perimiter?"

"Ask your boyfriend,"

"He is not-!" Jaina fumed.

"No time," Anakin emphasised, grinning at her. "You want to stay on the stick while say hello to the boarding team?"

"That's very generous of you, Captain," she said dryly.

"I just know you're happier when you're flying something. Also, you're the professional combat pilot around here."

"And this is not a combat starfighter," she said, pulling on the headphones, refusing to relax.

"Anything I can do?" Tahiri asked.

Jaina grinned a moment. "Look cute. Keep my brother calm."

"Hey!" Anakin objected. "I thought you wanted me to be tense?!"

"Keep calm," Tahiri insisted, looking cute.