By Shabby Blue and Das Flute
Jergo Oosh smiled to himself as the croupier collected the winnings from the other players at the pazaak table and pushed the credit chips over to the fat toydarian. His wings fluttered happily as he counted his winnings from this latest round. Almost two and a half Ks – not bad for a single round's haul – and on a slow night, at that.
Jergo's winning streak was beginning to attract a small crowd among the other patrons of the Casino Noble in central Talanc City, on the Huttese moon of Naj Varla. It had been several hours since he had left the Makachisa club where he served as manager, and Jergo was enjoying his night out at the casino.
The croupier dealed out the next set of pazaak cards, and within minutes Jergo won again – not as large a win as before, but enough to keep him in a comfortable lead. A smattering of applause broke out among the observing crowd, and Jergo theatrically waved and smiled to them, his pale yellow toydarian snout curling up as he did so.
As the next round progressed, he took advantage of the dealer's deck shuffling to scan the spectators gathered around the gaming table. More than a few attractive humanoid females were among them, all 'respectable' women who nevertheless tarted themselves up more than any of his exotic dancers over in the Makachisa club. Even with the large amount of female flesh on display, one woman managed to stand out from the rest of the crowd. Jergo's attention focused on her as she began to jostle and jiggle her way to the front of the cordoned-off border around the table.
She had a perfectly sculpted face – for a human female, that is – with luscious, pouty lips, prominent cheekbones, and thin, arched eyebrows that accentuated a pair of mesmerizing bright blue eyes. She wore a skintight and revealingly-cut evening dress, shimmering gold with sparkling sequins sewn in. Its thin shoulder straps and plunging neckline generously showed off the cleavage of her perky breasts, while a long slit up the side of the skirt teased plenty of leg far up to her thigh. Her silvery, shoulder-length white hair hung loose, in a frizzy style suitably matching her seductive appearance. After she made eye contact with him enough times for Jergo to realize her gaze was not just coincidental, the toydarian gestured a small, pudgy hand at his bodyguard.
The large brute was also human. Not as bulky and threatening as the more common houks or nikto guards employed throughout Talanc City, but he served as a bigger status symbol for Jergo, for it was rare to find humans working as anything other than smugglers or slaves within Hutt Space.
Noticing Jergo's signal, the bodyguard motioned to the silver-haired woman, and with a dozen other jealous females staring daggers at her bare backside, the stunning beauty approached the gaming table as the bodyguard held up the cordon for her to effortlessly pass.
"Hello there, pretty lady," Jergo said, making his gravelly toydarian voice sound as urbane as possible. "I couldn't help but notice you in the crowd. Your beauty is as radiant as Naj Varla's sun. Tell me, what is your name?"
She displayed a blushing smile, giggling vapidly at his shallow compliment. "Meesha," she answered, standing beside him now. "What's yours, handsome?"
"Jergo Oosh," he said proudly, as if his name held significantly more weight around here than his buoyant body. He tried not to get too distracted by the sensation of her touch as he once again glanced down to examine his current pazaak hand before making his next play.
"Pleased to meet you, Jergo," she responded, her bright blue eyes trailing from his gaze down to the pile of credit chips before him on the table. "Looks like you've been winning big tonight, sweety. Need a good luck charm at your side to keep that lucky streak going?" she inquired, playfully running her long manicured fingernails down his small, but portly belly.
Jergo chuckled softly at the gesture and replied, "Sure baby, why not. How could I refuse the attention of someone as good looking as you?"
Though quite lovely, this female was probably like every other woman who'd flirted with Jergo in the past whenever he was on a roll at the gaming tables, dazzled by his big winnings and hoping to hustle a few credit chips for themselves just for gracing him with their presence. He suspected Meesha was no different than any other casino hustler he had met, but she was certainly far prettier than the few he had encountered lately. He also appreciated the sleaziness Meesha exhibited in contrast to her natural beauty, especially with her eye-catching dress and overly-amorous flirtations. With her looks, she could have any being here in the casino, so her momentary interest in the stout toydarian was no doubt more of an attraction to his big pile of credits than Jergo himself.
The toydarian gambler's lucky streak continued with the next three rounds, drawing more of a crowd to the table as his pile of credits continued to build. Meesha laughed and cheered him on as much as the rest of the spectators, clinging closely to the little toydarian and whispering words of encouragement into his ear as her fingers gently massaged his neck and right shoulder.
Unfortunately, the distractions Meesha was providing for him caused Jergo's concentration to lapse and eventually broke his winning streak with the next round. Many in the crowd behind him muttered audible sounds of disappointment, with Meesha adding, "Awww, poor baby. I'm sure you'll do better in the next round."
However, Jergo decided that now would be a good time to finally take a break from the gaming tables – especially given how Meesha was still clinging to him expectantly. If he lost a few more rounds, then it might not be too long before she'd turn her attention onto some other lucky winner, and Jergo was not going to risk letting this beauty out of his sight. Not for one nanosecond.
"Nah, I've had enough pazaak for awhile. I'm in the mood for a drink," Jergo said to his new lady-friend, as the winged-being fluttered back from the table, tossing the croupier a couple of credit chips as a tip. He gestured for his bodyguard to gather up his remaining winnings and then Jergo turned toward one of the private booths off of the casino's floor. "Care to join me?"
Meesha nodded with a smile more blindingly-white than her hair, following the hovering toydarian with his bodyguard behind them both. "I'm feeling a little parched myself," she added as she walked with him over to the booth. "I could sure use something wet and tasty in my mouth." Jergo immediately turned his head to look at her as Meesha winked and licked her luscious red lips.
Jergo smiled lecherously in response to the suggestive display as he hovered down into the table booth. As his lovely companion followed suit, Winter Retrac mentally sighed. It certainly took Jergo long enough to invite her somewhere more private, but she was relieved to finally get this toydarian runt away from the casino floor so that she could proceed further with her mission.
The Rebel Alliance covert operative was posing as a hustler at the local casinos under the alias 'Meesha', mingling with the high rollers at the gaming tables of Casino Noble. While pretending to just be a casual observer, she had specifically targeted Jergo, knowing just how to play to his ego in order to seduce him.
Winter had been in Talanc City on Nal Hutta's fourth moon of Naj Varla for several days now, in search of an exotic dancer named Camie who had befriended Princess Leia during her captivity as Jabba the Hutt's slave. Her investigation had begun in the popular strip club known as 'The Makachisa', where Camie had been dancing with Leia during their time on this world. Winter had visited the club three nights in a row, never once seeing Camie there. When she had questioned some of the other dancers at the establishment, she learned that the young woman had disappeared from the club months earlier. Acquiring no further information about where Camie might have gone, Winter's only lead now was the club's manager himself, Jergo Oosh.
Upon assigning Winter to this mission, Leia had described how the toydarian also worked as a pimp and spice pusher who had quickly gained control of Camie through her addiction to the drug after she and Leia became his newest dancers, turning the helpless Tatooinian into another one of his spice whores. Winter considered it possible that Camie could still be hidden up in the club manager's private loft on the secure levels above the Makachisa, but that area was too well guarded for her to simply sneak into on her own.
Winter's reconnaissance had told her that when Jergo wasn't hiding up in his Makachisa loft, he spent most of his time down in the casinos adjacent to the club, playing pazaak or sabacc at the tables. He was constantly surrounded by security goons whenever he left his guarded loft, so Winter decided her best bet – as it often came down to when dealing with those types of paranoid but vain underworld scum – was to appeal to his perverse tastes by going undercover as a sleazy, slutty seductress. It was easier to get close to Jergo this way, and then get him upstairs where he would be alone and vulnerable. Then perhaps she could 'pressure' him to reveal the whereabouts of Camie.
Winter had begun training as a spy during her teenage years on Alderaan, to provide Bail Organa with information on the Empire even before the Rebel Alliance had been formally established. Her governess and mentor, Sabé, had told her that her physical attributes would become one of her greatest assets as a spy, unlocking doors even the most advanced slicing tool wouldn't be able to open. Winter had initially disliked using sexuality on covert operations, seeing it as essentially prostituting herself for the sake of completing the mission, but those early reluctances had long since passed, and it was now second nature to her. In retrospect, she thanked the Maker that she hadn't been born a man. Her work would have been so much harder that way.
In the booth in the Casino Noble, secluded in a dark and smoky corner of the bar, Jergo called over a twi'lek waitress. Having organic staff instead of service droids was a mark of just how exclusive a venue the Noble was. As his muscular human bodyguard watched over them, the toydarian ordered drinks for himself and his lovely companion for the evening.
"A lomin ale, extra froth and two kessinnamon pods," he instructed to the waitress. The flavorful additive helped dilute the typically sweet taste of lomin. The toydarian turned to Winter. "The lady will have... ?"
Winter jumped right in without missing a beat. "Dry ethanol cocktail, in a deep narcolethe goblet. Three measures of Merenzane, one of spicebrew, half a measure of Old Janx Spirit. Mix it very well until it is ice cold, and then add a large, thin slice of namana peel. Oh, one more thing..." She smiled sweetly at the twi'lek, who was clearly trying to hide her frustration at having such a precise order laid out. "Agitated, not whisked."
"Um ... yes, madam," the twi'lek responded politely, rushing off to process the orders for the two casino patrons.
"You really know your way around a drink," Jergo said approvingly, inching his way closer to 'Meesha.'
Winter giggled vapidly. "Oh, believe me ... it's not the only thing I know my way around." She trailed a crimson-painted fingernail down his bristly double-chin. She smiled at his aroused reaction. It really was all too easy, she reflected, taking a sip of her Matin cocktail after the waitress returned with their drinks.
For his part, Jergo wasn't stupid. He was sure by now that this dolled-up tart was no different from the other hustlers he had spent time with, with her ultimate goal of mooching some of his winnings out of him this evening. She was just one step above the sleazy prostitutes working in the various promenades throughout Talanc City, only more subtle about her intentions. He knew that trade all too well, and he knew how to play her just as well as she played him in order to get exactly what he wanted out of this encounter.
After draining his lomin ale, he slid some of his recently won credit chips across the table to Meesha. "These are for you, beautiful – for your wonderful company this evening."
Winter blasted him with her full-power smile, discretely depositing the credit chips in her small hand purse and waiting for the inevitable follow up. It wasn't long in coming.
"There's more where that came from," he suggested, moving in even closer as he lowered his voice to what he no doubt that was a seductive pitch. "If you're willing to earn it, that is."
She gave him another false smile as she slid closer to him in the booth. Reaching under the table, she slowly rubbed the bulging sack on the underside of his exposed belly. "Let's just say I'm not only willing ... I'm ready," she purred.
Jergo let out a soft groan at her words, and Winter felt his phallic sheath begin to open up, his surprisingly large sexual organ emerging. She began to stroke it slowly and discretely, trying not to attract too much attention to her actions. Winter suspected they weren't the only couple in the casino's secluded dining area engaged in such lascivious activities, but his bodyguard would keep anyone else from getting too close to catch sight of them.
Jergo chuckled as Winter's bright blue eyes met his, flashing him another sultry stare as she continued to stroke his toydarian shaft. "Meesha ... You have the sexiest lips. I'd love to feel them down there."
Inwardly, Winter groaned, but externally she kept the same seductive smile. "Of course, baby," she said huskily. "I'll make you feel really good tonight."
Leaning down into the booth, she lowered her head into his lap. The toydarian's erection was pale yellow in color, its skin wrinkled and mottled with turquoise spots matching his skin color. The strong musky smell – a powerful aphrodisiac for toydarian females, but useless on humans – overpowered her senses.
As much as it revolted her to do this, Winter did not even pause as she sealed her ruby-painted lips around the thick appendage, her tongue running over the bulbous knob before she began bobbing her head down, taking the twenty-centimeter organ into her throat like a true professional.
No matter how long it had been since Winter had accepted Sabé's advice on using her sexuality to her advantage, she still didn't like it – especially when the one she was seducing was as unappealing as Jergo Oosh. Besides, it was the only way to achieve her goal of getting up into to his private loft without taking on his security directly or endangering herself or the potentially captive Camie.
Jergo came to rest on the table, leaning back in the cushioned leather seat and groaning in response to the skilled use of her mouth. Winter decided to take a risk, behaving a little more sleazy to appeal to his perverse tastes as she began to slurp noisily around his cock. Her copious spittle dripped down the shaft as she moved her mouth up engulf to the cockhead only.
"Mmm, Meesha..." he moaned out loud, clearly getting more and more excited. His stubby wings flitted rapidly, an obvious indication of pleasure, as Winter fondled his cocksack with her fingers while working his toydarian manhood up and down with her tongue. Apparently this was all Jergo needed. "Oh fierfek, the volcano's about to erupt!" he announced with a low grunt.
At the warning sign, Winter lowered her head again, taking him fully into her mouth and allowing Jergo's creamy jism to spurt into the back of her throat. She did this mainly to avoid a sticky mess both within the casino booth or onto her face and evening dress, considering they were still in a semi-public setting. With expert oral skills, she drained the toydarian's sputtering little dick as most of his semen flowed past her tongue and down into her stomach. Mostly.
When she finally sat up again in the booth, Winter licked her lips clean, catching a small amount of semen dribbling out the corner of her mouth. She quickly reached for her Matin cocktail to wash the vile taste from her mouth as best as she could. Putting the now-empty glass down, she smiled sweetly at Jergo as he leered at her with another hungry, perverse glare.
"Sithspit ... I haven't had a tongue-twirl like yours in a long while. You're as good as some of the dancers that work for me," he sighed contentedly as his sated cock slowly slid back into its phallic sheath.
"Dancers?" Winter perked up, exhibiting more false naiveté as she took the opportunity to more easily push for that invite up to his loft. "What sort of business you are in, Jergo baby?"
"I manage a ... uh ... gentleman's club. It's close by, on the south promenade," he explained with a smirk. "We keep many exotic beauties there, entertaining plenty of offworld tourists every night. Though some of my dancers could never match your own beauty."
Winter gave him another blushing smile and replied, "Well I'd love to see it. And ... just think..." she paused as she scooted closer to him again and whispered into his ear. "If you enjoyed my mouth that much, imagine what the rest of me would feel like." She had to stifle her laugh when she saw how quickly his wings excitedly buzzed.
"So how about a tour of your club, Jergo baby? Is there any place there where we can continue to enjoy our evening together?" She eyed his bodyguard, who stood ramrod-straight, pretending not to be aware of what had just transpired with his boss and the silver-haired floozy behind his back. "Some place more ... private?" Winter let the word roll off her tongue, its pink tip less than a centimeter from his tiny left ear-hole.
She could practically sense him salivating at the thought of how lucky he had gotten tonight. "Let's go right now," he eagerly insisted. "I have my own private loft just above the club. Would you like to see it?"
"Baby," Winter answered with a genuine smile, "I thought you'd never ask."
Minutes later they were strolling through the Makachisa club where Jergo did his best to impress Meesha with his popular adult establishment. Large crowds of people were seated all throughout the dark, noisy club, staring up at the various stages that hovered beneath multi-colored spotlights where exotic half-naked dancers twirled around and strutted their glitter-painted bodies for the entertainment of Talanc City's more perverse visitors.
Keeping the tour short and to the point, Jergo led his companion through the crowds to the rear of the club, past the semi-secluded VIP areas where Winter caught brief glimpses of other naked women giving private dances or more intimate attention to some of the club regulars who were generous with their money. Her keen photographic memory made note of every dancer she saw, and still none of them matched Leia's description of Camie.
Finally they reached a secure elevator and took it up to Jergo's private quarters above the strip club. Winter had made suitable cooing noises upon first seeing the strippers in Jergo's club, and had not so subtly indicated to the toydarian that a threesome could be in his near future. Just as she expected, Jergo's head became so fogged with hormones that he agreed to leave his bodyguard and other security detail in the foyer outside the elevator, rather than bringing them along inside the loft. "They aren't the kind of company I had in mind," she had said in a conspiratorial whisper, embellished with a wink.
Jergo flew into the penthouse ahead of her to prepare another drink for himself. Winter took the opportunity to quietly lock the main door behind her, her deft fingers allowing her to do so without ever turning away from his direction. She then scanned the area before her. The elevator foyer was apparently the only way in or out of the loft, and opened into a large central living room, gaudily decorated with as many expensive, flashy gewgaws as could be crammed into such a space.
There were other doors inside the loft, most open – one led to the refresher, one to a kitchenette, and one to the bedroom. The others appeared to be small storage spaces – not the sort of place Camie would likely be hidden.
Winter sighed. She had reached a dead end. But still ... Jergo may know something, if properly motivated to reveal it.
"Do you want another drink, Meesha?" he offered. "Or something a little stronger to help you ... get into the mood? A snort of ryll spice, perhaps?"
"Who says I'm not already in the mood, Jergo baby?" She smiled, slurring her words slightly to suggest intoxication from the drink she had already downed at the club. As she stepped towards him, swinging her hips, she stumbled slightly in her high heels. She let out another girlish giggle as she regained her balance.
Yes, Winter thought. Let him think she was even more drunk than he suspected – and therefore, more vulnerable and helpless.
Jergo grinned, confident that he was about to bed this stunner. Indeed, his lucky streak had not yet broken tonight. He flew to the center of the room, rubbing his bulging cocksack as he stared at her with nothing but lust in his large, round yellow eyes. "Come closer, Meesha," he urged. "Even if you don't want any spice, I have something else you'll enjoy..."
Winter moved toward him, still making sure she was slightly wobbly, with a sexy smile on her face. "I can tell you have a beautiful body underneath that dress," Jergo remarked, his eyes running up and down the revealing, skintight outfit. "Why don't you show it to me?"
Winter giggled again as she slowly bent down, parting the slit of her long skirt that ran up to her thigh. "I don't know if I can put on a striptease for you as well as those girls working down in your club..."
Her fingers tightened on the grip of her trusty Czerka 411 holdout blaster, and she suddenly pulled it from the holster she had secretly strapped to her upper thigh beneath the skirt. " ... but I have a few moves of my own that might surprise you," she finished, her voice now cold and even as she aimed the mini-pistol squarely at Jergo's center of mass.
"Hey! What the—" Jergo began to exclaim, but that was as far as he got. Closing the distance between them rapidly, Winter shoved the Czerka's muzzle against his huge snout and grabbed the collar of his leather vest.
"Okay, stud. Enough games," she hissed through gritted teeth, pulling him close to her face. "I'm looking for a girl you've been keeping here. Her name is Camie. Camie Loneozner."
Swallowing in a gulp, Jergo was stunned by Meesha's sudden change in tone almost as much as the blaster she was now holding up to his head. When he was finally able to make his mouth work again, he could only sputter out, "What are you ... an Imperial agent?"
Winter smirked at that. "Not quite. I'm on the other side. Now tell me about Camie."
Jergo remained confused, shrugging his shoulders as well as he could in the situation. "I don't know who you're talking about, lady. I meet a lot of girls in this business. Most of the time I don't ask for their real names. Most just go by stage names. Who is she, some rich bitch you got hired to bring back to daddy after she ran off?"
Behind his back, one of Jergo's hands subtly eased down to the belt around his waist, pressing a button concealed in one of the seams of his vest to signal the guards outside.
Winter ignored Jergo's jibe and began to describe Camie based on Leia's accounts. "She's a humanoid from Tatooine. Brown hair, blue eyes, tanned skin. Approximately one hundred and fifty centimeters tall and weighing forty-five kilos. She should be twenty-seven standard years old by now." She jammed her blaster harder against his large snout. "You got her hooked on ryll awhile back. Ring any bells now?"
Jergo's eyes widened in recognition. "Ohh, her?" he responded. "What do you want with that little whore?"
"That's my business," Winter snapped back. "So where is she?"
Jergo chuckled. "Well, she's not here anymore, and you won't ever find her."
"That's not a good enough answer," Winter said, with a warning tone in her voice. "Tell me what you know, Jergo ... before I put a hole in your face."
"Whoa! Let's not do anything crazy here, girly! Look ... okay, I handed her over to my old partner to pay off a gambling debt a while back," the toydarian confessed. "Believe me, I didn't want to, but I had no other choice – not after her sister was taken from me. Oh, I've never seen sisters who loved each other as much as those two did." He grinned wickedly. "They sure were a popular pair on stage."
Winter realized he was speaking of Leia as Camie's 'sister'. Hearing mention of the princess come out of the disgusting pervert's mouth with that kind of connotation only caused Winter to see red, but to let her emotions get the better of herself was the last thing she wanted to do while on assignment. With a calm determination, she moved her hand around his throat, beginning to apply pressure as she continued to press the Czerka's muzzle hard against his snout. "Where is this partner of yours?"
"Okay, okay! You win!" Jergo croaked out, and Winter lessened her grip on his throat, allowing him to breathe once more before he continued. "I'll have to take you there personally. You'll never get close enough to her without me."
"Fine. Let's go," Winter replied. Taking hold of Jergo's vest collar, she stepped around to the side of him, moving her blaster so that it now pressed against his buoyant, air-filled belly. His wings fluttered behind them as he hovered beside her. Winter started to navigate them toward the door to the elevator foyer, preparing for the bodyguards that would no doubt still be waiting outside.
Suddenly, the problem took on new relevance as the door in question crashed open, its lock splintered from the bulk of the massive chevin who rushed into the loft. Winter recognized him from her earlier reconnaissance of the club. He was Rolo, the chief bouncer of the Makachisa, and right behind him was the human bodyguard Jergo had brought with him to the Casino Noble.
With lightning reflexes, Winter raised her pistol and fired, immediately dropping the human. With her attention distracted, Jergo saw his chance. Retrieving a particularly potent capsule of Neutron Pixie spice from a pouch in his jacket pocket, he reached around, breaking it open in front of Winter's face.
It took her by surprise as she gasped and inhaled the cloud of spice which burst into the air in front of her nose and mouth. She coughed and tried to hold her breath, but the damage had already been done. The effects were instant and made her succumb to an immediate dizzy spell. No longer putting on a drunken act, she staggered forward for real this time – just long enough for Jergo to strike the back of her head with his heavy pocket chrono, knocking the silver-haired rebel agent to the floor.
"What took you so damn long?" the toydarian snapped at Rolo, nervously rearranging his vest suit where the woman had grabbed him around his neck.
"Sorry, boss," the massive chevin muttered as they both looked down at the unconscious girl on the floor. Two more security guards rushed into the room as Rolo knelt down to quickly pocket Winter's holdout blaster before patting her down to confiscate any further hidden weapons. "What do you want us to do with her, boss?"
Jergo grinned mischievously. "Oh, I've got something special in mind for her..."
In her slumber, Winter's dreams returned to what had led her to this point in the first place. It had all begun with her reunion with Leia...
It had been almost a year since Winter had learned Leia was still alive. Before that, she and the rest of the Alliance had reluctantly accepted the scattered underworld reports that Princess Leia had been among the rebel heroes who had perished at the hands of Jabba the Hutt, just prior to the Endor Massacre. The return of Princess Leia had been like something out of a dream. Winter could hardly believe it, and it had given her a new sense of hope following the darkest time for the rebellion.
The rebel operative received the miraculous news of Leia's survival upon her return to the secret base on Kozur Two following another undercover mission for the Alliance's Chief of Intelligence, Airen Cracken. A twi'lek spice smuggler named Munjo Glim had been recruited by Imperial Intelligence to spread highly addictive Euridian spice among the remaining planets that sympathized with the rebellion, in an effort to both diminish the effectiveness of rebel recruits and turn public sympathy against rebel 'drug lords' and 'terrorists.'
Cracken had assigned Winter to 'neutralize' Glim, a task she had accomplished with help from the bounty hunter Argon Lan, who had been recruited to do the same task by one of Glim's rival drug dealers. Since their goals had been the same, Winter and Lan had become temporary partners on the mission – and, however briefly, bedroom partners as well. Unfortunately, both relationships had come to an abrupt end along with the life of Glim. Parting ways on the planet Salos Prime, she had found herself once more alone in her personal ship, the Moving Target.
Dealing with drug smugglers had not been the life Winter had imagined for herself when she had first become a rebel spy, and along with sadness at parting from Argo Lan and despair over the depths the rebellion had sunk to, Winter had been in a gloomy mood when returning to the Kozur moon. However, all that had changed when she came within communications range of the rebel base. The landing officer had been the first to tell her the unbelievable news: Not only was Princess Leia alive, but she had just returned to the Alliance, having crashed onto Kozur Two in an escape pod from a hijacked Tartan patrol cruiser a month earlier.
As soon as she landed, Winter had rushed to the base's medical center, leaving her astromech droid GD-TB to finishing shutting down the ship's systems. Muscling aside the bodyguards before it, Winter had paused in the doorway of Leia's room, breaking down in tears of joy before rushing over to embrace her childhood friend lying in the hospital bed.
Leia had clung to her desperately, sobbing into Winter's shoulder herself, and despite the medical droid's injunction that the princess needed to rest, the two women had stayed together the entire night, talking about all that had happened during their two years apart.
As Leia continued to recuperate from her ordeal over the next several weeks, Winter visited her multiple times in the medcenter. She was far from the only well-wisher to visit the princess, but Leia felt particularly grateful for her old friend's company. After the death of her parents and family on Alderaan and so many of her remaining friends at Jabba's hands, Leia greatly appreciated the comfort of her last remaining childhood acquaintance.
A month after Winter's return from to the Alliance High Command, Kozur Base's medical personnel finally cleared Leia to leave the medcenter. Winter wanted to be with Leia during her discharge and had arrived in the recovery room only to find another visitor already standing beside Leia's bed.
"Hello, Agent Retrac," greeted the female A-Wing squadron leader Tally Nixx. "I was just leaving." The brunette pilot turned back to Leia, who was dressed in civilian clothes and not a backless hospital gown for the first time since her arrival. "You'll let me know if there's anything more I can do to help?"
"Of course, Tally." Leia smiled graciously. "And thank you again, for everything. You've always been so kind."
Winter was only vaguely aware of the brash, young A-wing pilot, knowing that she was close friends with her fellow pilots Wedge Antilles and Mirax Terrik. Tally and Leia had apparently met years ago on Hoth, and since Leia's return, Nixx had dropped by the medical center several times, in between her patrol missions. Something had always intrigued Winter about this young woman, and seeing her together with Leia now, the notion finally clicked.
"You know," Winter began after Tally left, "I never realized it before ... but she reminds me of Sabé."
Leia's brows furrowed as she thought of their old governess back when Winter and Leia were young girls on Alderaan. "Now that you mention it, she does. She's young, but exudes a surprising maturity. She's always shown an almost maternal attention whenever she's come in to check on my recovery, much like Sabé would have," Leia shrugged. "Oh well. There are a quintillion number of beings in the galaxy – I'm sure everyone has a doppelganger somewhere." She smiled, stepping onto the floor off the hospital cot. "Now, why don't you show me around more of the base? I've been cooped up in here far too long."
Winter spent the rest of the day with Leia, giving her the tour of Kozur Base. The tour was easily accomplished, as the facility was much smaller than the former rebel hideouts on Dantooine, Massassi Station on Yavin, Echo Base on Hoth, or even Haven Base on Arbra. The crude spaceport landing field, maintenance facilities, and fueling tanks took up the largest amount of space, followed by the power reactors, shield generators, and communications antennae. The housing facilities were small in comparison – surplus Old Republic prefabricated from the Clone Wars.
All throughout their stroll through Kozur Base, Winter remained at Leia's side, acting partially as a guide, and partially keeping a close eye on the unsteady princess, ensuring that Leia was physically – not to mention, mentally – stable during her first day out of the medcenter. After the tour, Winter took Leia to a meeting of the Alliance leadership where Mon Mothma warmly greeted her, and Leia was formally re-inducted into the Alliance High Command.
Having caught up on the history of the rebellion following the Endor Massacre, Leia sat in on the subsequent meeting, planning the Alliance's next moves against the resurgent Empire. Winter quietly sat next to Leia, feeling like she had gone back in time to once again serve as the princess' personal aide in the Imperial Senate.
Following the end of the High Command meeting, Winter took Leia to the barracks where her quarters had been assigned. The officers' quarters weren't much – little more than a small bed, a desk, and a closet – but Leia was quite happy to finally be out of a the medcenter room and into a place she could call her own.
Winter had brought with her a small bottle of Serrice ice brandy she had acquired on her mission with Argon Lan. She had intended to keep it to celebrate for a special day, and this seemed like as good a reason as any to break it open. The two long-time friends passed the bottle between themselves, its contents helping them spend several hours in increasing conversation.
"Seeing this base takes me back to the early days of the rebellion," Leia said in a melancholy tone, the ice brandy contents long gone by now. The two women were both sitting on the bed next to each other, reclining against the curving wall of the barracks. "I guess it's apt, with the Alliance having to rebuild so much following Endor." She laughed bitterly. "When you were showing me the landing field, I kept expecting to see the Millennium Falcon parked there. I wonder whatever happened to that old ship..." she trailed off, somberly.
"Dash Rendar told us that Jabba's thugs found it in the Dune Sea near Mos Eisley," Winter recited from memory. "Alongside an X-wing and a two-seat Y-wing. They'd been partially covered by a sandstorm, but untouched. It was part of the information that led the Alliance to accept that you had all perished. Jabba the Hutt reportedly confiscated all three ships for his smuggler fleet."
"So the Falcon became a slave to Jabba, just like me..." Leia mused wistfully. "The thought of anyone other than Han owning that ship makes me ... just..." Leia broke down, beginning to cry as emotions overtook her. Winter reached over to embrace her friend, and Leia collapsed into Winter's arms, burying her face into the white-haired woman's shoulders.
Winter paused before speaking, wary of bringing up the sensitive subject that had plagued her thoughts ever since Leia's surprising return. "You haven't told me much about what happened. Maybe it would help to finally talk about it with someone?"
Leia remained quiet for a moment longer, sniffling her sobs as she lifted her head from Winter's shoulder.
"Oh Winter ... It was so terrible ... so terrible..." Leia repeated softly. "I'm not sure I'm ready to tell anyone."
"Shhhh," Winter comforted her, stroking her hair and rubbing her back. "It's over now, Leia. I promise. It's all over. You're back here, safe with the Alliance."
Leia sniffled, pulling away to look into Winter's face. "I know. You're a good friend ... more than a friend, even. You always have been, and I'm so glad you're here with me, now..."
Leia's words trailed off once more, and the single moment of silence was followed by the two women leaning into each other, their mouths finally meeting in a mutual display of passion. Winter had been Leia's first female lover back when they were teens living together in the Royal Palace on Alderaan, but this was the first time they had been intimate together since their reunion on Kozur Two. They had resisted the temptation through all of Leia's recovery, but now they could no longer deny the overwhelming need.
They were both determined to make up for lost time. Without their mouths separating, the two women tore at each other's clothing – in the case of Leia's spartan tunic, literally – their undergarments joining their outer clothing in a jumbled pile on the bed, adding more padding to the thin mattress for when Winter pushed Leia down. In their teenaged trysts, Leia had often allowed Winter to take the leading role, and Winter now idly wondered if that had played into Leia's eventual submission to her captors over the past few years.
Winter's fingers moved down to the apex of Leia's thighs, her mouth suckling on one of those pert pink nipples. The familiar feeling of them after so long apart set Winter's mouth watering – growing almost as wet as Leia's pussy. The princess moaned, writhing as first one, and then two of Winter's digits entered her. From long experience, Winter knew just what spots to reach inside Leia's tight depths to bring her female lover to a planet-shattering climax, and Winter began furiously frigging Leia in search of that goal.