Recuperating

Running. They were all running. They all ran aboard the antique vessel.
They all looked at her. GET US OUTTA HERE!
Her mind scrambled. She didn't know anything about the Outer Rim planets. No idea where they would be safe. Tech would know but he was busy getting this bird in the air.
Ummm... Let's just go back to the last planet we were safe. Back to the Hutt.
She did the calculations and a flash of stars whizzed by.
They land and are standing by the ship. She sees each of their faces.
They are all smiling at her, grateful to have their feet on the ground.
She blinks and now everyone is in a fire-fight with a bounty hunter.
His clothing looks familiar, but she can't place him. Everyone is shooting.
She sees each of their faces concentrating on the fight.
The huntsman runs and they pursue.
All except her and Dorge.
She thinks about how good they are with computers but how they are not as handy in a blaster fight as she walks to the bar to get a room.  It hadn't been very long since they were last here.  She sits at the bar and looks at the droid bartender.
He seems to have a look of pity on his droid face.
The neck band clicks into place.

Womanne awakes with a scream, her own hands around her neck trying to pull an imaginary slave collar off.