Junebug refrained from looking up as the pebble struck her and managed to cover her flinch by stumbling momentarily on the uneven ground. The rough hands of her captors arrested her progress instantly and held her firm for a moment in case it were a faint of some sort. Part of her was impressed that Neil had managed to follow so closely without being observed, another part of her was just glad he hadn't come charging in guns blazing, that had seemed to be his style and would have been a very poor percentage for Sayeeda remaining unshot.

"Well sweetie, welcome to our humble home," the leader said with a grand gesture at the meager squalor of the camp.

"Your knew home too if you know what I'm sayin..." he leered, giving her a slight shove down into the center of the camp. Her eyes didn't rest long on the figure tied to a tree. Another prisoner and of little current help in dealing with the situation. She wished that Neil had a subdermal radio like the small unit she had installed in her mastoid bone. While she was at it she might as well wish she had a combat skimmer with a full crew. That thought made her smile as in her mind the clearing blazed with cyan flame, the men currently man handling her exploding into clouds of steam and burning clothing as plasma super-heated their fluids. Whatever the expression looked like on the outside made her captor momentarily flinch back and she realized it didn't line up well with the somewhat clueless persona she needed to survive. 

"I bet we can find a tree to tie her to right Jorge?!" one of the other rebels called, thrusting his hips obnoxiously. The leader, Jorge apparently, appeared to recover his bravado.

"Well you wont' be paying any tolls with that on," he said, the swagger returning to his voice as he began to fumble with the catches to her body armor. There was a sudden hiss of pressurised air and Sayeeda winced as the armor's integral medunit shot her full of... something, she couldn't tell which of the colored med tabs he had pulled in his fumbling.

"Please, let me do it, I wont be no trouble," she said forcing herself to smile sheepishly. Jorge struggled with the armor for a moment and then, taking in her words nodded. He pulled an impractically large knife from his belt and then yanked her close to him, licking the side of her face as he reached behind her and severed the bonds. Sayeeda didn't cringe. She had been spattered with blood and worse than blood more times than she could count, though the revulsion still registered in the back of her mind. The toughs hooted and cheered their leader. Smiling vapidly she reached back and touched the release studs that snapped the armor open and stepped clear of the heavy ceramic. Beneath it she wore only her tan cotton shirt, still smeared with the blood of the dragon like creature Neil had shot. She had no idea how the men found it attractive but the cheered and hollared none the less.

Jorge stepped towards her and grabbed a handful of her firm breast, his other arm looping around her waist to draw her close. He smelled even worse close up, but she couldn't imagine what she smelled like covered in a fine mixture of blood, sweat and dust. The rebel mashed his lips against hers and she returned the kiss unentusiastically.

"Not here," she breathed, "Is there somewhere private?" 

"The girl wants some privacy!" Jorge boomed, with a wink towards his men, "Well maybe just this one time!" There was general laughter from the assembled goons and Jorge half lead half dragged her towards a series of tents that had been in place so long that moss was growing in uneven gray patches upon the camoflage fabric. He thrust her inside the tent and followed her in, already unbuckling his trousers. Sayeeda lay back in what she imagined to be an enticing position and the Rebel came towards her laying atop her as he pulled his trousers down and fumbled with her belt. 

"Oh your going to be..." Sayeeda hit him, hard with her fist held with blade like rigidity. It was a killing stroke, practiced and perfected in viscous street fighting on more worlds than she cared to remember. All of her considerable strength went into a single well timed strike. The cartilage in his neck popped with a snap she feared might be heard out in the camp. By way of camouflage she prepared to moan in simulated passion, her dark eyes glinting viciously at Jorge as he choked for air, unable to breath, unable to breath through his collapsed airway. Continuing to moan theatrically she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her, rolling atop him with ease as she pinned his hands, preventing him from going for either the knife of the electromotive pistol he had in an impractical leather  holster. His bulged for lack of air and she continue to moan atop him as she delivered a second blow, this time to his carotid artery, in a similarly brutal fashion. His body stilled quickly beneath her. Continuing to moan and rock for the benefit of any outside listeners she slipped the pistol from the holster and checked the load. It wasn't a model she was familiar with but it was simple enough in all truth. Next she slipped the knife from the sheath and, nothing if not thorough, thrust it under one of the ribs and up into the stricken rebels heart. The twitches ceased immediately. After wiping the blade on the dead mans tunic she cut a vertical slice in the side of the tent away from the others and began to tiger crawl out into the jungle.

Sayeeda saw Neil almost immediately, the glint of his rifle obvious to her from this angle, although apparently not to the rebel who seemed to be talking excitedly and drinking some sort of local liquor. They had only moments before they realized her simulated exstacy had ceased and there was no way she was leaving her gear and body armor in any event. She made a field signal to her pilot indicating he should open fire, realising only belatedly that he wouldn't understand the field signals current in Andor's Armored. Fortunately it was easy enough to point her stolen pistol back at the camp and pantomime opening fire. 

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