Anakin glanced out of the maintenance hatch beneath the Yavin Turtle's hull, confirming that no-one was nearby, and drawing the Force around himself to make himself seem unobtrusive - then dropped to the hangar deck, naked except for his boxer shorts. Tahiri followed, bare-legged and blonde in her t-shirt.
They crouched close against the cable-wrapped pistons of the landing leg, bodies poised in a shared space, and exchanged glances, admiring each other: eyes bright, bodies stripped down for a fight, athletic and muscular and perfect together.
They glanced around the hangar, and looked at each other again.
They had timed it perfectly. All the Imperials were looking the wrong way.
An exchange of nods was all the agreement that they needed, and they darted across the flight deck, then slipped through an open hatchway into an empty corridor.
They swapped grins.
"Made it," Anakin breathed.
"You sure we don't need our lightsabers for this?" Tahiri whispered.
Anakin nodded. "Of course. I have you. Someone's coming."
They pressed against the bulkhead, concealed behind a support stanchion. Two sets of footsteps, both male, probably booted.
They grinned, held hands.
"... I know we're not the most glamorous section of the crew," a privileged-sounding voice was saying. "But we need to keep our standards up. Everything depends on us."
Anakin chanced a glance around the stanchion, and saw an officer in a khaki uniform, accompanied by a technician in a grey coverall and black cap. The officer was close to his own height and build, though he had the look of a man who lived mostly in the gym; the tech was shorter, thinner.
"Yes sir," the tech agreed. "What would they do without us?"
Anakin smiled, and put his hand to his girlfriend's shoulder.
Tahiri leaned around him, looking out – then smiled herself, slipped forward half a pace, and stepped out of their hiding place.
"Uh, hi?" she asked the two Imperials, grinning brightly. "I think I'm a bit lost…."
Anakin spun out from cover before the Imperials even had the time to think, attacking with Jedi speed – with the heel of his right hand slamming hard into the technician's jaw.
"What the—?!" The officer was answered by Tahiri's own knock-out move, a perfect counterpoise to Anakin's.
She looked fantastic, but more than that, he felt as if they'd moved as one.
The two Imperials had landed half on top of each other, out cold.
"Now we get their uniforms," Anakin nodded, dusting down his hands, and glancing around to make sure that there were going to be no interruptions. He looked down at the two unconscious Imperials. "You'd probably fit better in the tech's coverall, I'm afraid..."
Tahiri smirked at him, as she pulled off his t-shirt, struck a pose in her underwear, and tugged the black Imperial peaked cap onto her head.
"Next time we do this, we knock out a female officer," she asked him. "Okay?"