"For once tonight, we agree." Fel looked behind her once. The troopers were out of sight, lost in the haze of the drizzle. Despite her fear, she resisted another look behind her and kept moving forward. She didn't like the situation, but there was no other choice. Imps had seen her, and Fell had no clue if her face would suddenly splash over every wanted poster in the galaxy or if she had gotten away with the heist.<br/><br/>Aware she was holding Kya's hand, Fel thought to drop it, but it was a good cover. "When we get to the starport, you're the boss, but until then, we are a couple." Fell turned to Kya, assuring the women understood her.<br/><br/>The port was not far, but approaching were two more troopers on a routine patrol. Fel lowered her head but kept her eyes in front. Her grip tightened on Kya's hand. The drizzle turned into rain as both parties moved toward each other. Fel's heart pounded. She could hear their boots; they were so close. She only needed to stay calm. She could hear their voices. One spoke of his blaster misfiring on the field. The other shook his head, agreeing to the shoddy quality of their equipment.<br/><br/>"Evening, Ladies," said the trooper on the left as they both passed one another. Fel nodded and smiled, squeezing Kia's hand again. The troopers moved on. The starport was in sight. Fel waited for one of the imps to turn around, to notice something was off, or just to be an ass. Her whole body stiffened. Fel and Kya walked farther and farther from the stormtroopers.<br/><br/>"Hey!"<br/><br/>Fel stopped. She turned toward the voice—a drunken Devaronian stubbled out of the alley. "Spare a credit?" he asked. The human sighed in relief, dug into her pocket, and tossed him some imp coin. The<i>couple </i>continued on their way.<br/><br/>With no immediate threats in their path, Fel thought back to the kiss. She hadn't been with anyone in a long, long time. The kiss may not have been real, but it was good. Kya may have been a pain in the ass, but she was easy on the eyes.