Her head hurt, that was all she knew at first. Estar felt too stiff to move and her head absolutely pounded. That was her first time ever having a sonic cannon used on her, something she would from now on avoid at all costs. Groaning, she struggled to open her eyes.

"Wake-y, wake-y, sunshine," someone said

She looked up to see Tyresius sitting next to her. He looked a little exhausted, but mostly irritated. He stared at her, a strange look on his face. Does he recognize me? She wondered. But he wasn't the one who'd spoken. She looked to the speaker.

Trumbull stood over them, his damn hover droid floating over his shoulder, "So. I catch both the infamous Tyresius Lokai and the legendary Estar in one go? Someone is going to pay pretty pennies for you two. I'll even make it a two for one deal. Surely, you both have common enemies who would just love to tell you all about how you've upset them,"

Her head hurt too much to think of a comeback, but Tyresius had something to say.

"You know, having the most dangerous bounty hunter and the best conman in the galaxy tied up together is probably not the best idea you've ever had. I for one would recommend not messing with this particular hunter because I've seen her knock out a Jedi before with just a crowbar and two shots,"

So he did remember her. How awkward.

Trumbull was not fazed by Tyresius's words, "I'll make a note of that. But you're not going anywhere cause little Frisbee here is going to watch you while I go make some calls. So just sit tight for a while," The Duros turned and left, leaving the hover droid to stare at them.

In silence, they sat next to each other. Estar's head was starting to get better, "How long have I been out?" She asked him. Mako and Tytus would be looking for her soon. She studied the room, trying to decide where they were.

"Not too incredibly long. Maybe twenty minutes. We're still on Tatooine, I think in a moisturizing farm storage tank,"

Estar glanced at her wrist comm. If Trumbull was an idiot and didn't have on jamming signals and her tech hadn't been completely fried by the sonic cannon, then she could turn on her tracking equipment. Carefully so that Frisbee didn't notice, she reached to flick on the device. As she reached, though, she saw another big issue. A cuff was on her hand. A cuff that also had a plastisteel cord running to an identical cuff on Tyresius's wrist, linking them together.

"You have got to be kidding me," She sighed, still flicking on the tracker. The tiny orange light flickered, barely alive. It would be just enough for Mako and Tytus to track. At least, she hoped it was enough.

"Yeah. Our friend here is very economic in keeping prisoners. Also, I don't think he's accustomed with taking in live bounties,"

"Dead ones won't get you as good a price, but are definitely more convenient to transport," She replied with a shrug. She preferred carbonite, but that was extremely expensive. She had been lucky enough to 'borrow' one from one of her bounties, but even just the cost of maintenance was extreme.

"And that, kids, is words of wisdom from your friendly bounty hunter," He looked around, "Got any brilliant ideas?" He asked as casually as if he was wondering if it was going to rain today.

"You're the conman. I'm just muscle,"

"That's true, but it's not like I can convince the cuffs, angry droid, and nasty hunter to just let us go,"

She sighed, "Fine. Just shut up so I can think,"

"You're just as feisty as you were last time," He commented. She glared at him, hoping to silence him, but he shrugged nonchalantly, unfazed by her stare.

Finally, he was quiet. Estar looked around the room. It was small, lined with rusty grates and drains. There was a single door where Trumbull had left and where Frisbee now watched. With her free hand, she tapped the metal grating. It echoed. The sonic emitter was her main concern, but in such a small room with sound deflective walls, the droid would also be hit. Either the droid would realize that and not use its weapon, or it could destroy itself. Also, doing that could fry the rest of her tech, leaving them without a map, tracker, or any communication.

"Do you know where town is from here?" She asked Tyresius, keeping her voice as casual as possible. He nodded subtly, "And how much do loud noises bother you?"

"Depends. I think I'd be okay, though,"

"Fantastic," She replied, "Get up,"

Frisbee stared angrily at them as they both stood up, starting to hum as the sonic cannon warmed up.

"Hey, Frisbee!" Tyresius taunted, "I bet that-"

The sonic boom erupted in the tiny room, stopping his taunt. They fell to the ground as everything shook. Estar couldn't even hear anything, her ears were ringing so loudly. Tyresius covered her body with his, probably by accident as there was nowhere else for him to really land, being cuffed to her and all. She watched as Frisbee's tech overloaded, sparks flying off of it. Tyresius ducked closer to her, putting his both arms over their heads.

Dizzy and deaf, Estar pulled herself up, Tyresius dragging behind. He was so stunned, having had taken the brunt of the hit, that he couldn't stand straight. Despite that, she charged out the now ajar door. Kicking it open, she saw Trumbull waiting for her, blaster drawn. No time to think, she body slammed into the Duros hunter. Both he and Tyresius fell down, but she grabbed Tyresius's hands before he hit the ground. She spun the conman around, jamming her boot into Trumbull's gut as she did so.

Trumbull grabbed her ankle, trying to trip her, but Tyresius was still holding her hands, so he kept her on her feet. Flailing her free foot, Estar kicked Trumbull's rounded head as she fell backwards. Tyresius caught her under her armpits, pulling her back from the other hunter. Trumbull was stunned as he tried to grab his blaster from where it had fallen from him. Since his arms were still wrapped around her, Tyresius picked Estar's slight frame off the ground, practically throwing themselves to the blaster. Kicking it with the tip of her toe, she flung it away.

While they were being distracted by the blaster, Trumbull got back to his feet. A gash marked his forehead as silver blood poured from the angry wound. He glared at them, raising his fist. Tyresius placed Estar down as she glanced at him, gently tugging at the cord holding them together. Nodding almost imperceptivity, Tyresius stared down Trumbull.

"Wanna play a game?" He asked the hunter in a menacing light voice, "Red rover, red rover…" His voice was sing-songy like a child playing a game, "Trumbull, we're coming over,"

Trumbull stared them down, but he looked more uncertain than before. However, he had no time to properly react as both Tyresius and Estar charged him. Catching his throat with the cuff's cord, they pinned him against the wall. Gurgling for air, he struggled to kick them, but they stood to his side out of reach.

Estar closed her eyes as she listened to his struggling weaken. There was no real choice but to kill him. He knew who she was and could easily track her down for revenge, something that she did not need coming up in the future.

Moments later, he fell still beneath their choking hold. Sighing, Tyresius let go of the now dead Duros, the body flopping to the floor. Estar wiped her brow with her free hand. One problem down, now she only had about thirty-seven other ones. She glanced at her wrist. Indeed, her tracker light had died in the final sonic boom. So, now she had to focus on getting back to civilization, freeing her hand, and deciding what she was going to do with Tyresius.

"So," Tyresius said, rubbing his sore cuffed wrist, "What's our plan now?"

"Our plan?" She asked, "You forget that I'm here for the same reason he was," She gestured to Trumbull, "My plan is to keep you stuck to me until we find my ship, then I'm turning you in for my bounty. After that, I'm long gone and you'll be just plain gone,"

He shrugged, "Sure, whatever you say then," He didn't sound at all worried.

"No funny business, Lokai," She warned, tugging on his wrist, "You make one wrong move and your toast. I can deal with the ten percent price reduction, I'll still be rich,"

"Kill me and you'll have to drag my carcass around, and I don't think this heat will be doing you any favors. So, whether or not you want to, you're stuck with me," He crossed his arms, pleased by the fact that he was right and she was stuck with him.

Rolling her eyes, Estar just turned away, pulling him with her, "Don't push your luck," She said finally.

"Well, isn't this just fabulous?" Tyresius said as they stared out in the empty desert. There was nothing as far as Estar could see, plus without any of her maps or comms, they were basically lost. The suns were high in the sky, heat waves rising from the blinding sands. Stars, did she hate Tatooine.

"How familiar are you with this place?" She asked him.

He shrugged, "I only know the way from the bar to the supermarket. So, pretty much nothing,"

"This just keeps getting better and better," She muttered, stepping out in the sand. There was something towards the east that looked like either mountains or possibly the town. According to what Tyresius had said earlier, they were about a twenty minute bike ride from town. Assuming that Trumbull was not using safe driving skills, they probably drove over eighty kilometers, making town possibly 160 kilometers away. If they left now, they could make it to town in the morning by walking all night, "What do you think of that way?" She asked him, pointing towards the mass in the distance.

"Your guess is as good as mine," He replied with another shrug. Dying out in the desert was a better option for him than dying in a Hutt's torture chamber. Plus, if he could take her out with him, it would serve as sort of a poetic justice.

"Alright. Get moving," She said, pushing him towards the east.