It had been a long night. But nights on the Smuggler Moon lasted much longer than other planets, and she was used to these odd hours. She was curled up on an unfamiliar bed, under familiar skies, but she was warm. It was almost... comfortable. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing shallow, to suspend all feeling, all thought. It was so easy to deceive herself into a feeling of security, but something about this night was different.
Perhaps it was because someone else was there as well.
She could feel the arm; a weight. For two seconds, it was like he was alive again. It was like reality stopped, and old times started. But the breathing, the warmth, the closeness, it was all wrong. No cigara smoke, just clean sheets, and when she slipped back into sleep, a single tear escaped onto the pillow. Now she remembered, and it was... right, somehow. She pressed back closer, and fell back into sleep, not once opening her eyes to see if he was awake or not.
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He was panting, boots thudding hard on the pavement. The chemicals were harsh in lungs as he sprinted down one alleyway and then another. Sirens blared behind him as more footsteps echoed after him. He had to get to the boss, warn them ahead of time.
"HALT OR WE'LL SHOOT!"
He didn't look back, but kept running on, and he was at the door, it began to open when he suddenly felt a searing pain in his back--
They were almost all dead. But one remained, hiding, and the doorman. He pressed his hand against the boss' stomach wound, sweat beading down his back. "Call her," he hissed, and the humanoid clenched his jaw. Shaky hands beeped out on the commlink, and it began to buzz.
She snapped eyes open. She could hear the ringtone, and couldn't remember where it was. Her slacks, her shirt... no... reluctantly she peeled away from the warmth, jaw gritting as she began pawing in the dark, face set in a scowl of irritated sleeplessness. At last it was located, and she pressed to answer. "Yes?"
A low voice crackled on the comm. "Help Doc. We need ya, we been attacked--"
"Location, number of wounded, and how many dead," she spoke crisply, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Goosebumps prickled along her arms at the chilly air, but she ignored it. There was a location rattled, and she sighed, turning off the call to glance back.
"Duty calls," she sighed, running a hand through long white hair. Amber eyes glanced back, lips pursed. "You're welcome to sleep in, or join. I could use extra hands." She waited a few moments for a reply before she would start trying to find her clothes, getting dressed in unhurried care. Time was of the essence but there was also practicality. Running in half-dressed was hardly professional after all... and Corran was there. No need to show herself a professional wreck, this was simply time for good business.
@TerranSteel