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“As you desire,” Nami said softly. She moved a step or two back to give him a better view before she got started. Her skin was tingling. She hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt and began to slowly work it upward, unveiling the smooth blue of her abdomen. She moved herself rhythmically...

“Yes, sir.” Now Nami brought her hands around in front of her, pressing them together in a gesture of compliance – and letting her arms squeeze her breasts together in her tight top. Her heart was thumping. “I am at your disposal. Do you have any requests, or would you like to see more of the...

“I’m glad you think so,” Nami said. She folded her hands demurely behind her back in an effort to hide how much they were shaking; pushing her chest forward in the process. Fear, uncertainty, anticipation. “Ah – dock master. What should I call you?”

“Y-yes, certainly.” Nami smiled, trying to stay composed. Now what had she got herself into—? “Please, come on in.” She gestured towards the ramp behind her, before turning to lead the way – putting an extra sway into her step as she walked, mind racing while somehow getting nowhere.

Nami felt her heartbeat quicken. She’d planned this on some level, of course – she’d hoped for that reaction – but she suddenly doubted her own motives. This was all to help things go as smoothly as possible for Jura and the others, right? Not just because she wanted it for herself, somehow…...

“Oh, that really would help!” Nami reached back into her bag. “In fact – what if I paid their arrival fee in advance now, plus a little extra to cover handling everything?” She retrieved what she hoped would be a suitable amount, without eating too much in her dwindling resources, and offered it...

“There is one thing,” Nami said. “One of the reasons I’m here is to meet with someone who should be arriving here later today. Is there a place that new arrivals tend to go to meet up? I don’t know how we’ll find one another, otherwise…”

“I understand.” Nami nodded along, thinking about her blaster – the only weapon she had, but even the thought of using it gave her a chill anyway. Of course, so did walking around such a lawless station alone and unprotected. “Is there anything else?”

Nami nodded, relieved. A hundred credits, that she could deal with. She reached into her bag to retrieve that amount. “Captain Nami Azule,” she said, “of the Paraselene.” She smiled as she handed over the credits, letting her hand brush briefly against his, seeing how he would react.

Nami swallowed and nodded, trying to seem polite and cooperative. Mirroring his straightforwardness and professionalism might win her some points. As for the docking fee – she could only hope it wasn’t too high. The Sarlaac’s Breath would need to pay it, too. “My first time here, yes,” she...

Nami tried to keep calm as she opened up the ramp and walked down to meet the dock master. She greeted him with a polite smile while trying to get a read on him – at first glance, at least, he didn’t look too formal, like someone who would obsess over rules and regulations. But appearances could...

Nami stared a little too long at those defensive batteries – stupid, she thought, to let herself get distracted. Damaging her own ship was the last thing she needed. But what was this place, after all? What kind of trouble was she in now? For the others’ sake, she had to find the answers. She...

“I— Understood. Thank you.” Nami closed the transmission, staring at the departing shuttle. Empire or Republic might not matter much to her usually, but what about the women on the Sarlaac’s Breath? By the sounds of it, some of them had allegiances one way or another. If she’d led them into...

(That is such a cool image!) “Um.” Nami caught herself staring in awe, and focused on the voice. She racked her brain, trying to recall protocols for these situations she’d used or overheard in the past. She turned on her transmitter. “Paraselene, independent ship,” she replied. “Here for...

Nami paused, considering what this meant. She could simply slow her course and wait for the others to catch up, but…lingering out here for that long would likely draw unwanted attention. Besides, if she went ahead and landed, maybe she could be more prepared by the time they got here. She...

It was an odd feeling for Nami, piloting her ship towards the station’s coordinates. Her destination wasn’t a safe place to be, by any stretch of the imagination, but there was a sense of…familiarity there. Comfort, of a sort. Still, she’d have to be on her toes. There was no knowing what...

Feeling much more herself, Nami made her way through to her medical lab. At least she had time to prepare, to make sure she was ready to treat her mystery patient. To make sure she had the necessarily supplies to hand… Supplies that cost credits. Just as fuel cost credits. Just as food cost...

Nami lay still for a little while, feeling the distant hum of the engines, her trusty ship carrying her through hyperspace. Safe, for now. That probably wouldn’t last. Finally she found the will to get up and climb into the shower. She took her time, letting the water course over her body...

Nami hugged her knees to her chest as she waited for her heart to stop racing. She was home. She was safe. She’d made it. And Thassco…Thassco was really dead. A shiver ran through her at that thought. Dead, yes, but would she ever be free of him, on the inside? The dream had been terrifying...

Oh, sorry to hear about that! Looking forward to seeing your new branch :)