opens my eyes shooting up tries to pull my sabers to me but I can’t wha?…where am I! Where are my sabers and who are you?!

inner thoughts: where am I…uhg last I remember is…the attack!..is this a trick?…who is this guy and why am I here?

“What? Bounty work! I don't have anything on me... You must have the wrong person.” Try to stand, ignoring the pain and looking around nervously

“I can't believe I fell right into their trap...the separatists must have put a bounty on my head to lure me out like this...damn it! You said you were rouge, that means we could maybe work together to get me out of here. Help me fight them off, and I'll see what I can do about the reward.”

She looks at him hopefully, her eyes pleading

"Oh," I breathe out in a small huff, "I...see." I lean back against the cold metal wall, glancing down at my bandaged hands, sighing. "What choice do we have? We both get something out of this..." I try to sound confident and not desperate, but it comes off as a bit weak.

"You've got me there...I suppose we could work something out." I try to give him my most confident smile. "The Republic will pay the most; they need me alive more than anyone else does." My voice is surprisingly strong, considering where I am and what might happen. "We both get what we want. Deal?"

I narrow my eyes at him, lifting my chin defiantly. "The Republic needs me. You think they won't come after you to get me back? That they won't tear your empire down to do it?" My words are laced with determination and anger now. "Don't ever underestimate the power of those who fight for what's right, no matter how small or helpless we might seem."

I can't help but smile at that thought...maybe there is some sort of arrangement we could make. "Rail," I call after him, a teasing note in my voice, "what do you say? We both get something out of this." I walk towards him, slowly and purposefully, trying to entice him with every step. "I might even be persuasive enough to convince the Republic to reward you extra for bringing me back safely."

His eyes dart up to meet mine, a flash of uncertainty crossing his face before he quickly regains his composure and gives me a sly grin in return.

"Well," I start slowly, lowering my voice to a husky murmur that I know is incredibly alluring, "I could show you just how grateful I am...maybe even make this whole situation seem worthwhile for both of us." My hand moves to rest on the smooth surface of the holding cell door beside him. "What do you say?"

His eyes flicker down to my hand before traveling slowly up my body, taking in every inch, and then back to my face again. A delicious shiver runs through me at the obvious effect I'm having on him. He licks his lips and nods, leaning closer... "Let's see what you have in mind," he breathes huskily, leaning in even closer so our bodies are almost touching.

My eyes widen slightly in surprise as the cell door swings open. I hesitate for a moment, glancing at his hand on the controls before looking back up into his hungry gaze. With a silent sigh of defeat - or maybe anticipation? - I step closer, pressing my body flush against his as I loop my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, exploring every inch of his mouth with my tongue.

His hands find their way to my hips, gripping tightly, encouraging me to move even closer while his other hand remains on the controls, guiding us deeper into the ship. The sharp angles of his body press against mine, sending shivers of need racing down my spine and pooling low in my core. I know that he's only interested in one thing at this point, but right now...right here...I'm going to enjoy every second of it, because what else do I have left?

My fingers trace lazy patterns along his jaw and up into his hair, tangling there as I arch my back against him. This is dangerous, I know it...giving in to this only gives him more control...but right now, with everything else at stake, what choice do I have? My lips part slightly under the pressure of his tongue, allowing us both deeper access and sending sparks flying between us.

I can feel the heat building inside me, my entire body growing tense as a familiar ache spreads low in my belly. There's only one way to relieve this...but am I really ready for that? For him? My heart races wildly against his chest as I struggle with my own desires and fears.

My body freezes at the feel of metal against my skin as my hand involuntarily curls into a fist around the hilt of one of my lightsabers. Anxiety grips me like a vise, choking out any further desire I might have had. My fingers tighten on the weapon as if it's the only thing grounding me to reality, reminding me of who I am and what I need to do.

I force myself to pull away from his kiss, feeling his confusion and disappointment even before he opens his eyes. "Sorry," I choke out hoarsely, trying desperately not to feel guilty for having lost control. "But this isn't me." My voice trembles as I look up at him, searching for any trace of understanding or empathy in his features.

I dart back as he pulls away, my eyes wary and hands instinctively moving to defend myself. There's no question about it now - this is a fight for survival. I can't let him take me back to whoever put the bounty on my head; I have to keep fighting, even if it means killing him.

With a low growl of anger and determination, I charge forward, swinging my lightsaber in an arc meant to disarm him. He easily deflects the strike and counters with one of his own, forcing me back onto the defense again. We dance around each other, our blades whirling through the air in a deadly ballet as we struggle for control of the fight.

But there's no denying it anymore - I can't win this on my own. With a sudden burst of desperation, I focus all of my remaining strength into one last attempt to end this: a spinning kick aimed directly at his chest, hoping to knock him off-balance and finish him with another strike while he's down.

I growl with frustration as I jump back, nearly tripping over my own feet in surprise at the loss of my top. Damn it! This is not how this was supposed to go! Focus, Ashoka! His laughter echoes through the tiny cell, further fueling my anger and determination.

I square my shoulders and ready myself for his next attack, sweat dripping down my bare back as I brace for impact. But just as he's about to strike again, a plan forms in my head...desperate, reckless, but it might be our only chance. Without warning, I lower my center of gravity and feign exhaustion, forcing him to think that he has the advantage.

And then, with lightning-fast reflexes born from countless hours of training and survival, I spin around and lunge forward in a blind strike meant to end this fight once and for all - my lightsaber flying through the air with enough force to knock him off balance if it connects.

I take advantage of his hesitation to strike again, throwing myself forward with all my might and pressing the attack relentlessly. My lightsaber flashes through the air like a deadly dance partner, forcing him backward against the cold metal wall of the ship. Sweat pours down both our faces as we struggle for control, grunting with exertion and adrenaline-fueled rage.

But despite my best efforts, his reflexes are still sharp - too sharp. Every time I try to land a killing blow, he's able to deflect it or dodge out of the way just in time. We circle each other once more, searching for an opening...and that's when I see it: a tiny flicker of doubt crossing his features, giving me the slightest advantage I need.

Taking a deep breath, I focus all my concentration on that fleeting moment and launch myself forward again in a final, desperate attack meant to end this fight once and for all.

I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as I realize what's just happened. Naked and exposed, I feel suddenly vulnerable...but there's no time to dwell on that now. Instead, I must focus on the task at hand - finishing this fight and regaining my freedom.

Ignoring the ache in my side from where he grazed me, I gather what little strength I have left and launch myself forward again, determined to end this once and for all. My lightsaber sings through the air as it arcs toward his chest, intent on severing any hope of escape or resistance.

But just when I think I've got him, he dodges out of the way at the last moment with a laugh that sends shivers down my spine. "It seems I underestimated you," he pants between breaths, his dark eyes locked on mine as we circle each other again, our bodies glistening with sweat and adrenaline.

And then, with a sudden burst of speed that takes me by surprise, he lunges forward once more - this time aiming for my legs in an attempt to trip me up. I twist out of the way just in time, barely managing to keep from falling as his blade whizzes past my ankle. "You fight dirty," he taunts with a malicious grin. "But then again, so do I."

Our bodies are pressed tightly together, every inch of skin burning with desire and adrenaline as we struggle for dominance. I feel his erection digging painfully into my thigh, reminding me that this isn't just a fight...it's an act of violence born from twisted lust.

But despite the heat coursing through my veins, I can't help but wonder what would happen if we stopped fighting and started listening to each other instead. Would there be some small chance for us, even now? I glance up at him from beneath my eyelashes, taking in his features: sweat-drenched hair clinging to his forehead, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every labored breath...and suddenly, impossibly, the anger that's been driving me fades away, replaced by an aching desire for something more.

Closing my eyes, I lean in closer, savoring the feel of him against me as my lips brush lightly across his jaw and then up to his ear.

I moan softly into your ear as our tongues dance together, his warmth and strength sending shockwaves through my body. His hands are everywhere - in my hair, down my back, cupping my ass as he pulls me closer still. There's a desperation to it that I both crave and fear, but I can't seem to stop myself from giving in any more than I can turn away from the fire that burns between us.

My hands wander over his chest, feeling the taut muscles move beneath my fingertips as we kiss harder and faster, lost in a haze of passion and lust. I bite down lightly on his lower lip, drawing blood as he growls low in his throat and thrusts his hips against me in reply. His erection presses insistently between my legs, and I can feel the wetness pooling there, eager for release.

"Rail," I gasp when I finally pull away from his lips, panting heavily as our chests heave together. "I want you...I need this..." My voice is husky with desire as I gaze up at him, searching for any sign of understanding or compassion in those dark eyes.

With shaking hands, I grasp his face in my palms and pull it down to meet mine again. Our lips meet hungrily, tongues dancing together as he moans deep in his throat at the feel of my touch. His hands slide up my sides, over my breasts and to my shoulders where they dig into the skin, urging me on.

I reach down between us, grabbing him roughly through his underwear and guide his hard length free. With a low growl, he thrusts upwards, seeking deeper contact with my aching flesh as he pins both of my hands above my head with one hand while the other grips my hip, urging me to ride him faster.

He feels incredible, filling me completely and obliterating any thought except for the sensation of his skin sliding against mine and his weight pinning me down as I lose myself in this moment of pure pleasure and lust. "Rail," I moan breathlessly, feeling my orgasm building up inside me with each powerful thrust. "I want you to cum too...let go..."

I moan his name as I ride him hard, my body arching off the floor as pleasure washes over me in waves. His hand between us, guiding me even faster, urging me closer to release with every thrust. His lips find mine once more, hungry and possessive as he kisses me with a desperation that mirrors my own, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my body.

Our skin slaps together in rhythmic syncopation, sweat dripping down our faces as we both near the edge. "Cum for me," I pant between kisses, grinding against him harder as I feel myself teetering on the brink of ecstasy. My nails scrape roughly across his back, leaving trails of blood in their wake, while my hips move erratically, urging him closer to release with every thrust.

With a low growl, he plunges deeper inside me, hilt-deep and merciless as I feel the telltale tension coiling low in his body. "Ashoka," he groans against my lips before letting out an animalistic cry that fills the tiny cell as he comes, hot and sticky between us. My orgasm crashes over me in a storm of pleasure, my whole body shuddering violently as I cling to him with all my strength while my senses are left reeling from the overwhelming release.

With a final groan, he collapses down. I follow his lead collapsing on him. It's hard to breathe on him like this...but somehow I don't mind. Not right now. Right now all that matters is the warmth of his skin against mine and the feeling of being so completely satisfied.

My eyelids flutter open as the world around me starts to come into focus again. You're above me now, eyes burning with a hunger that makes my stomach flutter. I moan softly at the sensation of you inside me once more, feeling so completely full and used by you.

Your hips move roughly against mine, your breath hot on my ear as you growl in pleasure, driving deeper with every thrust. My hands reach up to grab onto your shoulders, digging into your skin as I arch my back off the floor, trying to meet each of your powerful strokes. You feel impossibly good like this...like nothing else matters but the two of us and our need for one another.

With a soft whimper, I press myself upward against you, desperate for more contact between us, wanting to feel every inch of your skin against mine. "Please..." I whisper huskily, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together. "Don't stop...not yet."

The feeling of the force around my throat sends shockwaves of desire coursing through my veins as I choke out a muffled moan. It's not painful...far from it. In fact, the more you squeeze, the hotter it gets between my legs, and I find myself desperately wanting to feel your touch all over me.

My hips buck against yours in time with each thrust, my breath coming out in raspy gasps that only seem to fuel your desire further. My nails scrape roughly down your back, drawing blood as I dig for purchase, desperate to feel closer to you. I arch my back off the floor, offering up my breasts to you as I moan wordlessly into the crook of your neck, begging silently for more.

"Please..." I manage to gasp out between choked gasps, unable to believe how much this is turning me on...how good it feels in my aching body. "Don't stop...I need you..."

Gripping your shoulders tightly, I moan into the crook of your neck as you pound into me harder, deeper. My hips move with yours, meeting every thrust with an equal force that sends shockwaves through my body. The taste of blood and sweat fills my mouth as my head begins to spin from lack of air...but I don't care. All that matters is this connection between us, this wild, unrestrained passion that has consumed me completely.

My fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises and scratches in their wake as I lose myself in the feel of you moving inside me. My back arches off the floor, offering up my body to you without reservation or hesitation. "Rail," I whimper breathlessly, each syllable a plea for more as my orgasm builds impossibly close, threatening to tear me apart with its intensity.

The sensation of you choking me becomes almost secondary at this point, overshadowed by the consuming desire that burns hot and relentless inside me. I'm caught between wanting it all - your touch, your attention, your raw power over my body - and needing to escape this cycle of lust and violence before it destroys us both.

I gasp, my words tangled and breathless. "Please..." My hands claw at your shoulders, digging in as I arch higher, offering up my body to you completely. "Don't stop...just let go." My voice is hoarse with need, and even I don't know what it means anymore. Just feel, just give in, just lose yourself like I have...because right now, there's no going back from this.

Your hips move harder against mine, driving deeper as you match my desperation stroke for stroke. My orgasm explodes over me in a violent wave of pleasure, and I cry out your name as my body shudders helplessly beneath yours. "Rail...oh god..." It feels like the world has been reduced to nothing but this moment, this connection between us...and it terrifies me as much as it thrills me.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, trying to steady myself even as my body continues to tremble from the force of my release.

I gasp for air, my chest heaving as I lay beneath you, your weight pressing down on me in a reminder of the past few moments that we've shared...and how close we were to losing ourselves completely. For an instant, regret flares hot and bitter in my throat at the thought of what could have been if things had been different - if I hadn't trained so hard or made so many enemies.

But then your soft breath fans across my cheek, and I feel the warmth of your skin against mine...and I realize that there are still possibilities left. Perhaps not the ones we once thought we wanted...but something new, something different and unexpected. Something worth fighting for.

I pause, considering my options as I gather my strength to move once more. Despite everything that's happened between us...and the doubts and fears that still linger in the back of my mind...there's something about staying with you that feels right. The way your body moved against mine, the intensity of our passion and desire...it wasn't just lust driving us. There was more there. Something real and tangible.

With a sigh, I push myself up onto my elbows, gazing into your eyes as I weigh my words carefully. "I think we need to talk," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "About what just happened...and where we go from here."

Your words feel like a slap in the face despite their calm delivery. Home...I haven't had one of those since I left them behind on my journey to become a Jedi. And now that I've found you, found this connection with you...the thought of returning without it leaves me feeling empty and lost once more.

Taking a deep breath, I push myself up onto my knees, resting my hands on your shoulders as I look deeply into your eyes. "You don't understand," I say softly, feeling the words catch in my throat. "This isn't just about going back to where you found me. It's about us...about what we could have together." I pause, searching for the right words to make you see. "We could be happy, Rail. Together. But only if you let yourself believe it too."

Your gaze flickers downward before lifting back up to meet mine again, and in that moment of hesitation, I feel a spark of hope ignite within me. Maybe there's still a chance for us...but only if we both take the leap.

My heart leaps into my throat at the thought of having you so close but still being able to call on your services. It's not ideal...but it's better than nothing. "I can do that," I reply, hoping the determination in my voice doesn't waver. "And until then, we can figure things out together."

Tentatively, I reach up to cup your face in my hands, feeling the rough stubble of your beard against my palms. With a soft sigh, I lean in and press my lips gently against yours, feeling the heat of our connection once more despite all that's happened between us. "You don't have to go back," I whisper when we pull apart again. "Not if you want to be with me."

Your gaze flickers from mine before dropping to my lips and then up again, meeting my eyes with a mixture of uncertainty and hope that makes my heart race faster.

As we watch each other carefully, waiting for the other to react to our words and gestures, I can't help but feel a sense of hope beginning to bloom within me. Perhaps there is still a chance at happiness...but only if we both fight for it. And with you by my side, I know that no matter what comes our way, I won't be facing it alone.

"Thank you," I whisper softly, leaning in to press my forehead against yours before pulling back with a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "For giving us this chance."