Not that Mave hadn't been followed by the authorities before, but this time was so much worse. She had taken off, but only hours later she had been woken by the alarms blaring on 'the Ship'. She had escaped them once, then twice, but she never got an actual chance to rest. She was in deep pain, her ribs badly bruised and her blaster bolt wound still burning as the charred skin wasn't yet recovering and Maeve simply didn't have a good time at all.
The hunt continued, with her having run through countless scenarios in her head, but as she stopped at a space station to fuel her ship, they had her cornered. She hid whatever she could (including herself), but the whole mayhem ended with her having been dragged out of her ship. She tried to play the innocent, but as she had gathered quite a bunch of authorities along the way, they didn't let her go.
They insisted on her having stolen the Alderaan jewels, she insisted on not knowing anything about them, until they found them and told her about the tracker. The fucking fox. She had never been so mad (and even if she would never admit it, also a tiny bit proud at the same time) at someone. Given that they hadn't treated her with truth serum and Maeve was a skilled manipulator, they kept her retained, yet couldn't fully prove that it had been her and not a set-up.
She was glad that she hadn't been transferred to a high security prison, but the cells inside the space station were nether spacious nor was anyone giving a damn about her injuries. Her only hope? The same fox that had screwed her over hard for the second time now. Despite the pain, Maeve never skipped her backup plans and so before she had attempted to leave the sector, she had sent him a slightly suggestive selfie that showed her with all the souvenirs she had taken from him and read:
"If you're looking for something, you know where to find me - xxx"
She hadn't hit sent, preferring to keep the leverage for a while, but before they had dragged her out of her ship, the last thing she had still managed to do was to hit sent after having added the most recent coordinates. Whether she actually had something that was considered leverage, she didn't know, but for now she laid on the bare, cold floor of her cell, blankly staring at the ceiling and in strong pain as they hadn't really brought her in with care...
@Sreeya
The hunt continued, with her having run through countless scenarios in her head, but as she stopped at a space station to fuel her ship, they had her cornered. She hid whatever she could (including herself), but the whole mayhem ended with her having been dragged out of her ship. She tried to play the innocent, but as she had gathered quite a bunch of authorities along the way, they didn't let her go.
They insisted on her having stolen the Alderaan jewels, she insisted on not knowing anything about them, until they found them and told her about the tracker. The fucking fox. She had never been so mad (and even if she would never admit it, also a tiny bit proud at the same time) at someone. Given that they hadn't treated her with truth serum and Maeve was a skilled manipulator, they kept her retained, yet couldn't fully prove that it had been her and not a set-up.
She was glad that she hadn't been transferred to a high security prison, but the cells inside the space station were nether spacious nor was anyone giving a damn about her injuries. Her only hope? The same fox that had screwed her over hard for the second time now. Despite the pain, Maeve never skipped her backup plans and so before she had attempted to leave the sector, she had sent him a slightly suggestive selfie that showed her with all the souvenirs she had taken from him and read:
"If you're looking for something, you know where to find me - xxx"
She hadn't hit sent, preferring to keep the leverage for a while, but before they had dragged her out of her ship, the last thing she had still managed to do was to hit sent after having added the most recent coordinates. Whether she actually had something that was considered leverage, she didn't know, but for now she laid on the bare, cold floor of her cell, blankly staring at the ceiling and in strong pain as they hadn't really brought her in with care...
@Sreeya