"Cry out." He whispered in my ear. His slightly chapped lips brushing the lobe. "And I'll kill you."

I take his rather blunt dagger from the bed stand and hold it to his throat. I nicked his skin as a warning and a bead of blood swelled through his short stubble.

I'm straddling another guy, the guy who got me out of the bar and let me board his ship. He's arrogant, and a little bit rough. But none-the-less, I've done my part and he's done his. I take the bag of coins from the bedside as I giggle down at him. "Okay comrade." Which is another word to refer to an ally in the Resistance. "Whatever you say."

The guy gulped, "Okay, I'm sorry."

My eyes narrowed into slits and my mouth formed a frown. "That wasn't what you were saying half a second ago, comrade." I loved using Resistance words, they made me feel intelligent. "Let me out, or I'll see how far the knife goes in before it comes out the other side." Comrade's eyes flared with fear, he tried to eye the knife but I dug it into his shin a little bit further. Comrade took in a big breath.

"Okay, okay,"

"Come on." I nudged a little. Comrade moved to go get his clothes on. "Nuh uh, you are going to walk out in your tighties." Yes, comrade was only in his undies, what a sight for his crew to see. Comrade's eyes slitted even more until it was full-force anger being projected at me. I grinned back and nudged him along.

If it were possible, Comrade's bluish skin had turn a nice violet in his embarrassment. I grinned widely, occasionally I'd have to nudge him along to remind him that we were on a tight schedule. I took in the weird looks with my head held high.

My cloak rested on my shoulders and I was glad for the visual protection it gave me when the crew scanned me up in down, some in anger and hostility, others looking rather impressed.

Comrade walked to the exit panel. We'd landed on some planet or another, the name a bit too hard to pronounce. One of the crew lowered down the gangway as I walked backwards with Comrade and my life at his throat. "Now." I said spinning him around so that he was facing me. "If you weren't such a dick, then-"

"Lower your weapon and stand down." A loudspeakered voice said. I winced.

Not lowering the knife but turning around I could tell that I was at a resistance base. Well, maybe not a resistance base but the resistance base. The main one where General Leia and the rest of her Jedi buddies and servants hung around.

Well, I am definitely screwed. I mentally cursed at my stupidity for not paying attention. There were worse places than being under the hands of Vanee.

While I'd been distracted, Comrade had slipped away back into the security of his ship. I growled, my hostage had run away. How rude of him.

Out of the frying pan into the furnace, right? I thought to myself as a familiar face stepped out of the surrounding. There were dark curls atop a chiseled face and normally sparking eyes, kind of like the dark brew they sell at the fancier bars.

"Poe." I grinned, my arms wide, the knife still clutched in my hand. Some of the gathered personnel took a wary step back. This couldn't be the legendary sharpshooter who duoed with Poe, the greatest pilot in recorded history. "How long has it been? Two, three years?"

"Five." He spoke, a face mixed with stony regret. Poe missed me, I could tell, once you'd fought alongside, worked, exported and loved with, you could read them pretty well. Yes, loved.

"Well." I shrugged, "time must fly for me."

Poe nodded thoughtfully, thinking about the good Ol' days, "Yeah, it must." Blinking out of our little moment he moved forwards. "Neoma, you are under arrest by the Resistance for treason and failing to meet conduct. Please present your hands."

I jutted them out for him to clearly see. A scathing smile worked its way onto my face. "Amuse me."