A/N: You guys rule. I thought you'd forgotten about this story but I'm glad you didn't. Thanks for the reviews!
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Choices
"Wake up. Wake up." Fett lightly slapped her face. "You can't go to sleep you might never wake up." As though that might not have already happened. He needed her still.
Damn.
Her head lolled between his hands as her eyes opened slowly. "Sorry…sorry…I wont do it again…stop." She muttered dreamily. At least she wasn't dead. Yet.
"Can you stand?" He got off his knees and sank back into the chair. He watched her struggle to pull herself up with her hands still tied behind her back. He wondered if she had heard him before she passed out. Another chance to not make a fool out of myself would be valuable.
"I don't know." Coughing she pushed her weight towards his chair and her face met his knees. Boba sat still. She looked up into his visor. "Please kill me now. My body hurts so bad…"
He didn't say anything. With one quick motion he pulled her up so she could stand. "I need you stay alive. For now." He hugged her so he could undo the bindings behind her back. Her face smashed against his chest plate as she could feel her hands free. "I don't answer personal questions. I lost my temper. I'm going to have you strip so that I can heal you of any external wounds. I need you to look…unharmed."
She shuttered putting her arms around her body as though she were already nude. "What? Why?"
Boba Fett grunted. "You are making me loose my patience, girl." 30 minutes until landing time. "Take off all your clothing. It needs to look like no one has touched you in any way."
She paused, looking at his hand twitch near his blaster pistol. She took off her bloody shirt dizzily leaving her topless. Fett grabbed her arm in one fierce motion and she gasped as he turned her around.
"Your chest, back, and arms look fine. Maybe bruised." He didn't seem like he was talking to her but more himself. Fett unholstered his weapon and nodded towards her pants. She didn't meet his gaze as she fixed her eyes on a distant star biting her lip. Boba Fett kicked her foot to spread her legs. "You have a gash in your inner thigh." He sounded disappointed. "Your face and head will be fine. Sit down." He grabbed her violently and pushed her into the commanding chair. Pulling out a kit he found a tube with clear substance.
"I'm naked." She said shivering getting visibly upset.
"I know." He said equally stating the obvious.
"I hate that you're making me do this naked." She said shivering more violently.
He slammed the tube down on the motherboard. "I think you need to listen to me-listen right now." He grabbed both of her arms and had her forehead nearly meet his visor by an inch. She closed her eyes as he bore his hands in harder to get a solid grip. She made a slight yelp afraid of the moments of horror he would unleash with his angry mechanical voice.
"I have never been so humiliated in all my years of bounty hunting. I have been accused of sexually harassing merchandise. It is against everything I stand for and it's all because of you. I don't care that you're uncomfortable, that you're naked, or hurt. You deserve everything I do to you for making me feel like…Stop asking so many damn questions." He picked up the tube of clear gel and rubbed some on her inner thigh. The sensation made her gasp as his ungloved hand felt her up. Your anger is disappointing. Never let anything get to you. Do not loose your tempter again. Instantly the gash in her leg started to tingle and become visibly less red. He coldly looked up into her face and saw that it was red.
"What's wrong?" He stated back to its unemotional demeanor.
"I…don't want to say." She said getting redder.
"Hurt somewhere else?"
"No. Can I have my clothes please?"
"No. They're bloody. Give you away." He paused and reflected on himself rubbing her leg. It was most likely the cause of her extreme embarrassment. "It wasn't meant to be sexual." He stated coldly. The last thing he needed was the gigantic rumor becoming fact.
"I know, it just felt good and I couldn't help it…" Her voice trailed off as long black strands of hair fell from behind her ear.
"You're a young, sexual being. Sensations can get triggered by the slightest touch. Don't be ashamed." Boba stated flatly. He got up off his knees. "Its how the human body works."
"But not yours…"
He walked towards a hole in the ship grabbing new clothes. "I don't need sexual feelings."
"Everyone has them. You are human…" She breathed.
"No personal questions." He threw a new pair of pants and a similar shirt to what she was wearing near her naked body. He paused. "I have sexual feelings but I choose not to act on them. That is what makes me different from you."
"You're terrifying." She said brokenly, pulling the tank top over her breasts.
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Betrayal
Walking onto the crowded planet, things were going according to plan. No one had questioned him when he got in the port and looking over at the girl her face hardly showed any trauma. His next course of action involved one of Daav's men to be around which he was sure he'd find in some smarmy cantina. "Don't try to run." He reminded her as she slightly strayed a step to his left. The planet was mostly dry and uninteresting. Dust was covering 3/4ths of it yet surprisingly it was very habitable.
"I don't understand you." She said, still walking close to him through the dirt roads. It was a port town, somewhat newly built and busy. Considerably more relaxed than the previous port. Less market people and more workers. Still, there were plenty of creatures hanging around between the cream colored cement walls of the isles of stores. At the end of the alley there was a darker shack that stuck out from the other apartments making it look out of place and a tad less hospitable. She could only assume that this was their destination.
Fett ignored her. "Inside." He made a jolt with his helmet motioning to the dark wooden door. She noticed that his gloved fingertips were tapping on the blaster pistol trustingly out of habit.
The bar was surprisingly well lit for a cantina and a lot noisier too. Dancing twi'leks grooved to the music of the band as 10 or 12 aliens shot lustful looks at their figures. Round tables were assembled throughout the room except on the edges which were better suited for the wooden booths. Some men appeared to be arguing, some appeared to be laughing, others didn't say anything at all and drank in silence.
"Why hello, Mr. Fett. Come this way?" A distorted looking man approached the two and broke her trance. Fett put a hand on her shoulder guiding her through the doorway to a secluded corner the man had lead them to . The man had some kind of horns on his head as well as dark, rough, blue skin. She wasn't sure what kind of species he was. "So I see you're going to make good on your promise after all. She seems to be…whole." The horrible man grinned through blackish blue teeth, one too many to be even near human. Fett noticed the girl starring and he pushed her shoulder down to sit on a wooden chair, which made her break the gawking.
"You can inspect her. No one's touched her." Boba said a little too forcibly for his own taste.
"Oh I'm not the one intending on…inspecting." The man-creature said still smiling.
"I want the evidence you're holding against me."
"You don't do foreplay, do you? Right to the point. I like that."
"If I don't get a straight answer soon you might like me less." Too threatening too early. The appearance of not being in control.
The creatures toothy grin receded. "I understand your predicament, Mr. Fett, but you need to remember who exactly it is you're talking to. I know you've been able to escape peril many times because you're a smart man…"
"What are the conditions." Fett started to play the game set before him. He was a smart man, and didn't need to be reminded.
"You give me the girl, I give you the surveillance footage."
"I never raped her or touched her sexually." Boba said baitingly. How much of this evidence is fabricated?
"That really doesn't matter." The creature made a full grin again, making the girl stare once more.
Overconfident. Enjoying this. I can push further. "I believe it does. Not sure we need to be here." Boba said flippantly.
"I think you will when see the footage, Mr. Fett. There's some strong evidence of sexual involvement."
"Tampered with, you mean."
"Convincingly so." The creature leaned in towards the girl amused by her saucer-like eyes. "Some people want to believe a lie just because it's so damn…juicy."
Boba shrugged.
"Don't take it personally." The creature gazed past Boba for a split second.
Betrayed.
Four other creature-men in dark robes encircled them both with pistols peering out of the long sleeves waist-level. Bartender and company didn't seem to acknowledge the dark corner or pretended not to.
"I don't think you'll be seeing that footage anytime soon. Or maybe you will…along with various other people who wondered what went wrong with the great Boba Fett." The blue man made a mix of a cringe and a smirk. Boba glanced at the girl she sat in front of him stiff as the dead clearly terrified. He then stood quietly examining the bar for potential exits planning the next course of action. He could kill them all…but that would only fuel the fire pissing off Daav even more than he liked to. He had to play their game for a little longer.
"Daav never intended to pay me either." Boba pushed his hand off the pistol at his side signaling surrender.
"No, he's irate about your inane stunt. Besides, why pay a man you can blackmail? I think we're done here." The blue man grabbed the girl's arm and walked past Fett out the bar. He tried not to listen when she gave a panicked yelp. Or notice her giving him pleading looks when she was forced past him. Not moving, one by one the backup lowered their weapons and rushed out the door.
Fett looked at a nearby clock. He'd probably have an hour to save her. If he wanted to.
"Hey the screens busted!" an angry drunk swung a fist through the air in the general direction of a dusty television. The bar manager signaled to have him put in his chair by some pig-like creatures when the screen made a big popping noise and sprang into action. Fett's hand began to wring around his pistol as he had the foreboding sensation he'd know what was happening next.
"Isn't that…that guy?"
There was a dark bedroom with a man wearing green armor leaning over a dark haired girl. He incautiously knew this was taken the first night at her place before the breakout of alarms. The image was of him pulling down her sheets revealing her nearly naked body. Fett watched as the imposter on the screen made its way up her leg pushing the nightgown towards her stomach slipping its hand into her groin as she gave a tired moan…the screen fizzed and went back to its usual program. Nervous looks bore into his back as he rushed out the bar.
This was a warning.
He suddenly had the urge not to save her.
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