>>12377348"Isn't that a personal K-22 miniblaster with a modified targeting sight on it?" she asked, curious. Boba blinked and slowly lowered the gun, convinced this girl, though utterly insane, didn't actually mean her any harm. Boba put the pistol away and looked at the girl. "It is, right? Yeah, those things are great. I added one to my other arm a few months ago, and let me tell you, it was the easiest thing."
Shaking her head Boba started to move towards the door, only to find herself accosted by something far faster than she was. The large assassin droid had grabbed and lifted her by her shoulders to eye height and groaned. "Nonono! Put her down right this instant you!" The girl kicked the assassin droid, and Boba twitched her left hand, a sonic stiletto dropping into it. She didn't immediately activate it; this droid or android or whatever it was could have been programmed to deal with threats the way her father had taught her.
The thing squeezed and suddenly Boba found herself struggling to breathe. She dimly heard the girl shouting orders and the sound of soft shoes kicking hardened ceramic-steel, and then she was on the ground, her head filled with cotton and her vision grayed out. The girl was kneeling over her, and patting her cheek softly.
"Gees, are you okay? I'm sorry! She just doesn't know what she's doing sometimes. I was worried!" Boba blinked slowly and then froze with soft warm lips pressed against hers.
The girl was kissing her.
Clueless, Boba stayed very still, the soft, slightly damp lips gently moving against her mouth. She parted her lips and was shocked to find her mouth being invaded by a warm, wet tongue. She made some kind of noise, and the tongue slipped away.
