Kuiil and I had been riding the blurrg for several hours now. My hood was securely covering my head while I sat behind Kuiil, who was driving the beast. It was not a fun trip; blurrgs are not comfortable to sit on long term, especially when they're running.

We had just reached the four-hour mark when Kuiil's comlink blasted a noice. It was loud enough so I could hear from where I was on the blurrg. "Kuiil, are back to the ship yet? Are you there? Do you copy?" That's Mando's voice, my hears perked up. He sounded in a bit of a panic. "Yes!" Kuiil responded. "Are you back to the ship yet?" "Not yet." "What's going on?" I asked, beginning to feel frightened. "Get back to the ship and bail. Get Saoirse outta here; we're pinned down!" "Wait, what?!" My own voice cracked now panicked as well. What does he mean "pinned down"? Did something happen? Did something go wrong? Mando and the others aren't in any danger right now, are they? He doesn't expect us to leave this planet without him, does he? That is so not going to happen!

At some point- fairly soon after the Mandalorian contacted us- two sand bikes were trailing behind us. They were driven by two men in those white suits; the same those guys were wearing the first time we came to Nevarro. The bikes caught up to us pretty quickly; I'm sure Kuiil was aware we were being chased now too. Thankfully, just in the nick of time, the ship came into view and what's more, its door was opened. The robot was nowhere to be seen; I guess Mando's order for it to stay onboard went ignored.

"Kuiil, are you back to the ship yet? They're onto us," I'd never heard Mando's voice so desperate before. It worried me- it worried me a lot. Kuiil didn't say anything and I glanced over my shoulder at the bikes approaching us at top speed. "Kuiil, come in! Kuiil, do you copy?!" To my horror, the white men had almost reached us.

I had a split second to think. If they get any closer, they'll likely kill Kuiil and apprehend me; I'm fairly confident that I'm the one they want. There won't be enough time for both of us to get onboard the ship; they're almost here! Not both of us, but…. My eyes drifted to the back of Kuiil's head. We both won't make it, but I can save one of us. I can save Kuiil if I…. My lips parted a sliver; I doubt Kuiil even realized my arms gave him an extra tight squeeze before pulling back.

Kuiil didn't have time to look or even blink before he was suddenly and quite rapidly expelled through the air. His fumbling body went flying forward, landing inside the ship with a loud thud. As predicted, the moment he crossed the threshold the door zoomed up, effectively slamming shut and locking him in there. Kuiil was the second largest entity I'd ever used the Force to life and move, and the effects were immediate.

As for me, while the ship door lifted up my body fell off the back of the blurrg. I landed in the sand, along with the comlink within earshot. There I laid completely immobile; I was a hair away from passing out. Luckily, or perhaps not so luckily, I didn't fall unconscious, but I couldn't move a muscle in my body. I heard the bikes come to a halt and the voice of a frantic Mando on the other side of the comlink. "Kuiil?! Kuiil, are you there?! Come in, Kuiil! Kuiil, come in!"

I heard feet land on the sand, followed by footsteps coming my way. "Is she dead?" One of the white men asked confused. The second one made his way over for a closer inspection. He saw that I was breathing, and we made eye contact without my head moving. "She's alive," he scooped me up in his arms princess-style. "Kuiil, are you there?! Do you copy?! Kuiil?! Kuiil!" That was the last thing Mando had the chance to say before the white guy crushed to comlink with his boot. Then they both looked down at me currently helpless in this one guy's arms. Yeah, I did this for Kuiil- I elected to save my life, even if it meant I'd be left at the mercy of these losers. That didn't mean I wasn't afraid; I was downright terrified. But there wasn't anything I could do about it; I couldn't even move my fingers and forget about speaking. The only thing I could move was my eyes- they constantly rolled between the two armoured men.

They seemed… very perplexed about the situation, glancing from me to each other in a bewildered fashion. "What's wrong with her?" "Oh, who cares? Let's just get her on the bike and get outta here." "But what about the other guy?" "Him? What's he gonna do? Chase after us? Come on; let's go," he began to head back for the bikes. With one last peak down at me, his friend- I think they were friends at least- followed behind. He set me upright on the back of his bike and bound my hands around his waist. Heh, isn't this a familiar setting? At least Toro had the decency to cover my face to block out any sand. But no such luck with these idiots.

We rode to the same ledge as before- the one overlooking the city. The bodies of Greef's guild hunters were still laying on the ground. We all looked towards the town. "Speeder bikes have arrived at the checkpoint with the asset, awaiting confirmation." It was around this point that I was finally gaining some ability to move my limbs again. I let out a gasp as I wiggled about a little. I guess this annoyed the white man I was presently tied around since he reached back to strike me. It didn't hurt; I think it was supposed to be a symbolic gesture. But I was still astonished and mortified at my first ever hit from well… anyone. No one had ever raised a hand to me before.

"Knock it off," my attacker spat back at me. His friend turned to him, then me; he didn't seem too impressed with his aggressive actions either. "You sure you can hit her like that?" "Yeah, why not?" He countered annoyed. "She's a woman." "No, she's not; she's the asset. Now quiet; I'm waiting for a reply." Nothing for a second. "Waiting for confirmation to continue into town," he pressed the button on his comlink again.

"Uh, that's a go to proceed but I'd advise you to double-check. Moff just touched down and already took out a squad of local troopers," the operator said on the other end. The two white men looked at each other. "Standing by," he then put his arm down. "Did he just say that Gideon killed his own men?" "Oh, who knows? These guys like to lay down the law when they first arrive into town. You know how it is."

My body was quickly regaining control of itself. While these goons conversed, I tried moving my legs and arms; still didn't have total control but could at least lift them slightly. I suppose I must have been shuffling too much because white man sprang his hand back a second time to hit me- it hurt more this time. "I said knock it off." "Uh, I don't think you should do that," his friend cautioned; not for my benefit, I'm sure. "Would you stop worrying so much? She's a person; not a glass doll." "Why's he want her so bad, anyway? She looks like a normal human to me," his friend peered in my direction. "Eh, I don't know; maybe Moff's looking for a concubine. I don't ask questions." His friend nodded as if this made sense. News flash- it did not.

Growing impatient with their idiocy, I twitched my arms once more. His hand rose in reflex and that's when I'd had enough. I gave him a look- about as menacing as I can get, which isn't saying much- and frowned. "Stop hitting me," I stated flatly. Both he and his friend jerked confused and alarmed by this sudden ability to speak on my part. I half-believed they thought I was mute or something. "Heh, she sure told you," his friend jeered, leaning back a little after a moment. "Oh, shut up!"

"But seriously, she looks uncomfortable. Maybe you should untie her." "Did you not just hear that Moff Gideon killed a dozen of his own troopers just to make a point?" "Ok," the second white guy's head fell down in defeat. "I get that point. Do you get the point?" "Yes, I get the point." "Ok." Oh my god, my eyes couldn't have rolled harder. What a bunch of morons. Why do I keep getting abducted by meatheads like these two whack jobs?

No, I was wrong: my eyes could roll more dramatically and did when second white guy began shooting at this tin can out of sheer boredom. Me and the man I was tied around watched pitifully at his lousy marksmanship for a minute; he seriously couldn't even hit once. Boy, this Moff guy will let anyone work for him, won't he? Seeing as there was nothing else to do, his friend pulled out his blaster and began targeting the can as well. Neither of them could strike it. They looked at one another when their ammunition was out, and boredom set in again.

"Should we offer her some water?" Second white guy eventually asked. "Just leave her alone." "Are you thirsty?" It took me a second to realize that he was addressing me directly now. "What did I just say?!" The first white guy fired off angrily. "Well, it's not fair. You've had her this whole time." "I'm making sure she doesn't escape, moron!" "How's she gonna escape? She can't even move- well, much. Anyway, I'm gonna get her some water." "No, you're not." "How come you're calling all the shots?" "You just wanna help her because she's pretty." "No! I just don't think it's fair you get her all to yourself." "Look, I'm not untying her arms until I deliver her to Moff." "Fine, I'll stop asking," his friend got off his bike, clearly upset. My eyes kept glancing between the pair. There has to be some way I can work with this…

"Any update yet?" First white guy asked into the comlink. "That's a negative; still waiting on confirmation. He just killed an officer for interrupting him so this might take a while," the operator replied. They both sighed. "Thank you. Standing by still." "Great, unbelievable." Ok, now's my shot- play on their insecurities. I don't think I can reach the guy currently pressed up against me, but the other one….

"Um, excuse me?" Their heads spun my way in unison. "What do you want?" First white guy groaned. "I thought you said don't talk to her," second white man chimed in. "I said "you" don't talk to her." "Can you lay me down for a second? My body's really starting to hurt," I asked, trying to look as meek and innocent as humanly as possible. "You'll live," first white guy huffed. "Please? I've recently lost the ability to use my limbs and they really hurt if I'm upright for too long. You can keep my hands tied; just lay me down in the sand."

"Yeah, right. What do we look like to you? Stupid?" Uhhhhhhh, do you really want me to answer that? But my gamble paid off; his friend turned to him with a bit of nervousness in his posture. "I don't know….." "You don't know what?" "Maybe we should let her lay down? Who knows how long we'll be here for." "Oh, would you give it a rest? She'll be fine; it's like I said, she's a human- not a doll." "But she could be really sore." Bingo! I've got one on my side now.

"Ah, what do you care? Let her suffer- it's no skin off our backs," first white guy waved his hand in the air. "But it's really, really painful. Please, I'm begging you… I can't run away; that's why you found me laying in the sand. Just set me down on the ground- I won't ask for anything else." "Oh my god," I could practically hear first white man's eyes roll from behind his helmet. "I think we should do it. What's Moff going to say when we bring back an even more injured gir-… er, asset? The last thing you want is to give Gideon a broken….."

"Alright, alright! We'll lay her down, for crying out loud." His friend watched the first white guy untie my hands. As expected, and probably confirmation that I was still infirm to these idiots, both my arms dropped down to my sides like noodles. Seemingly satisfied with this show of submissive dependence, second white guy reached over to carefully lift me up into his arms. He held me for a second, simply gazing down at me. The first white guy waved his hand at him. "See? She's fine; everything's fine." The man holding me went to gently place me down onto the sand; first white man wasn't far behind with the rope in his hands. "She can't move her arms," his friend said like this was the most obvious thing in the world; that tying me up would be pointless. But first white man brushed him off. "I'm not taking any chances."

Before he could reach me, however, the clank of two metallic feet made us all flinch. "Stop that," it gurgled in an equally iron voice. You can imagine how fast they yanked out their weapons and aimed them forward. "Identify yourself!" "I am IG-11. I am this woman's protector droid and require that you remand her to me immediately." Protector droid? I have a protector droid. Wait, didn't Kuiil say something about the robot protecting me back on the ship?

"A protector droid? I thought it was a hunter. Aren't IGs usually hunters?" "Well evidently this one's a bodyguard." The robot, clearly putting up with none of their nonsense, began to step forward. This alarmed the two white men. "I'm sorry, bodyguard, but…. you're gonna have to get outta here," one of the men shot at its foot as a warning. "Are you refusing my request?" It inquired. "No. I'm telling you to get outta here."

"Master, avert your eyes." Master? Oh, wait; that's me! I winced my eyes shut and braced for the horrific sounds that would follow. Bones snapping, men screaming, blasters shooting, and ultimately corpuses falling. They joined the other men left there at the ledge overlooking the city. The carnage was over as soon as it began; the robot was ruthless but fast. My eyes only opened when I felt my body being lifted up into the air once more. The droid was picking me up with its metal hands, and thankfully shielding me from the massacre behind him.

"That was unpleasant. I'm sorry you had to see that." It's apologizing to me? Ok, well I guess anything's possible. It proceeded to carry me over to one of the bikes and set me down in front of it. Then it looked at me. "Where to, Master?" This was the first time anyone has asked me where I want to go since the Mandalorian picked me up on Takodana. And I only had one location in mind. "Take me to Mando."