Boba-chan and the Littlest Techpriestess

"No. Do it again. If you did it right there wouldn't be any parts left over."
While his voice was patient, there was an implacable, flat tone to it that told Boba that she was going to be at this for a long time. Her father stood up as the door chimed. She followed him to the door, and looked up at the sandy haired man in the plain brown robes. They spoke in Galactic, and she immediately ignored them, her eyes drifting down to look at the odd device strapped to the man's belt.
When her father shut the door, he opened the closet and began putting on the powered armor within. "I have to go take care of something," he said calmly. "I will be back soon." She looked at him without saying anything as his hand rested on her curly hair for a moment, then he was gone.
Boba walked back to the low table and knelt to pick up the reassembled blaster. It was smaller than standard, designed specifically for her, but it was otherwise precisely the same. She began disassembling it, carefully setting each piece down. She had no idea how she'd managed to put it together without whatever that extra part was. She was certain she'd cataloged it all properly....

The beep of the door caused her to turn and look at it curiously. The aliens she and her father lived among did not visit without specifically arranging a meeting first. She didn't think it was the sandy haired man again; she suspected her father was going to disintegrate him. He'd made her nervous.

She walked over to her bed and picked up a small but lethal device and then moved towards the door. When it slid open she blinked rapidly.

"See! I told you it would work!"

The bright, cheerful voice of the little girl in the doorway was directed to a large, ominous looking assassin droid. At least, Boba THOUGHT it was an assassin droid. It looked like someone had spent a great deal of effort putting someone into a cybernetic body and hadn't been entirely successful. A small servo-droid shaped like a skull floated aimlessly about behind the red headed girl.
The girl started into the room and then halted, blinking her remaining eye at the sight before her. Boba raised the blaster a little higher, making it very clear that she would not hesitate to shoot.

The girl's right eye - covered by a cybernetic monocle and glowing vibrantly as it assessed the threat the weapon represented - flickered. She waved her right hand - a simple servo-claw, rather than a more advanced prosthetic - and smiled cheerily under the red cowl of her cloak. "Hi! I didn't expect anyone to be here!" Boba blinked quickly, taken aback by the carefree tone the girl took with her. The bright red hair, done in a pair of ponytails, bounced as she looked around. "Oh....I guess this isn't the spare equipment room." Her servo-drone floated by and Boba eyed it warily, though her gun did not waver. "Would you know where that is?"

Boba slowly shook her head. The tall....whatever it was loomed over them, but there was a distinct lack of menace from it. She risked a longer look at it, and then looked at the girl. She slowly lowered the weapon, deciding this girl wasn't exactly a threat to her. Or, if she was, she was completely insane and could be dealt with easily. "No," she said softly, her voice rough from disuse.

"Oh, that's too bad. You wanna come help us find it? I'm sure it's around here somewhere...." She glanced at the table behind Boba and her eye lit up with glee. "Oooohhhh, an E-7 style light blaster! And resized too!" Boba took a quick step back as the girl rushed past her to examine the partially dismantled weapon.
The tall assassin droid made a low moaning sound, and Boba looked up at it. It was clearly functioning on less than a full set of AI codes. The whirring of servos and the soft clicking of metal drew her attention back to the girl, who had completely dismantled the gun. And its power supply. A device on her back was assisting the girl, one servo arm flickering as it las-welded the parts back together, the other manipulating multiple pieces of the blaster as she restored it to its original form. The smaller servo-drone hovered about, making curious beeping noises.

"Oh, don't be silly, that would never do. We don't want to burn out the power pack; see, it's self regenerating...." Boba walked over and studied the gun. It was being put back together and there was a single piece missing. She pointed at it.

"Oh, that's an extra part. I don't know what it was doing on the table." The red-cloaked girl wriggled and then looked up at Boba. "See, good as new! Hey, is there a bathroom in here?"

Boba too the gun and studied it, looking it over carefully. Not a piece out of place, and no markings to indicate it had been put together by a girl her own age that wasn't her. She glanced at the extra piece, and sighed. Then she walked over the water closet and thumbed open the door. It slid back, revealing the small cubicle.

"Oh, great! Thanks!" The girl walked into the room, and without bothering to close the door used her extra servo arms to slide her panties off, and then hopped up onto the latrine. Boba watched curiously. The servo drone wandered by and she pulled her head out of the way, tempted to shoot the thing. Just in case. The girl hummed as she relieved herself, and Boba looked back, feeling a little funny about watching her, yet unable to bring herself to walk away.
The girl hummed merrily as she did her business, completely at ease as Boba watched her. She looked much the same as Boba did herself down there, though her skin was oddly pale. Boba idly wondered if she would enjoy being touched there too, but the girl interrupted her reverie. "Oh, hey, you wouldn't happen to have any high oil or meta-lubricant powder, would you?" Boba blinked, taken aback by the strange question. "I noticed that guy with the powered armor came from around this section of the city, and I thought he might live around here."

"That is my father." Boba watched as the servo-drone moved closer to the weird girl, who lifted her skirt up even higher so the drone could extend a long glassine tube from under its chassis. It produced a jet of water and washed its owner clean, and she giggled, her cheeks pinkening as she was rinsed. Boba felt her own cheeks heating as she observed and decided she might try that next time she bathed alone.

"Well, that's all right," the girl suggested as she used her human hand to gently pat herself dry. "I'm sure we can find it somewhere around here." She slid off of the latrine and straightened her cloak and skirt, and then worked at pulling her panties back up.
Still blushing Boba walked back into the living room, where the tall assassin....whatever it was stood, making soft moaning grunts to itself and looking at the walls. Depositing her heavier blaster in its holster and closing the case, she tucked the smaller one into her belt and took out several other small, lethal devices. She then wandered over to the communications system, the strange red-head following her.

"Whatcha doing?" The servo-drone beeped inquisitively as well. "Oh hush, she's just fine." Boba looked at the girl and blinked; the girl grinned. "You're cute!"

Not quite sure why the comment made her feel so uncomfortable, Boba frowned and turned back to the comm unit. She touched several keys and then studied the maps that her simple actions had brought up. The shadow that fell across the table made Boba look up, and the assassin-droid-thing was looming over her, making its weird moans.

"OH! I don't know why we didn't think of this before! How cool!" the other girl pushed next to Boba, her cloak warm and the whir of her mechanical arm loud as she touched the keys, which brought up more maps. "This is GREAT!" She turned and went to grab Boba.

The gun pressed against her forehead made the little girl go cross-eyed trying to look at it, and the little servo-drone squeaked excitedly and extended a very wicked looking pair of devices from underneath. The large android groaned, but the girl seemed only mildly confused.
"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.

Already dizzy, Boba slowly sat up, licking her lips. The girl was sitting up too, now, her anxious face pale and her cheeks flushed. "I was REALLY worried! I'm glad you're okay!" Boba turned to look at the girl, her stomach filled with flowerbugs and strange tingles running through her privates. The girl leaned closer and Boba didn't immediately draw away. "Are you okay?"

Unsure how to answer, Boba simply nodded. "Oh good! I'm really glad!" The girl smiled and grabbed Boba, hugging her, pressing her mostly soft body against the firm, warm body of the other girl. Boba felt heat crawl up her body, and she licked her lips again. She felt some kind of reciprocation was called for, but wasn't sure what sort was appropriate. So she did what she knew felt good to her to the other girl.

The girl gasped softly, but she only jerked a little as Boba pressed her hand firmly along the soft cloth covering the other girl's pubis. She pressed firmly once, twice, and a third time and was rewarded with a soft moan and a push of rounded hips. The girl's embrace tightened and then fell away, and Boba leaned back, rubbing her fingertips together. The girl had become a little damp as her hand had rested there, and it was strange to realize it happened with other girls.
The girl slowly rose. "That was...uh...thanks for allll your help!" She straightened her skirt nervously, And Boba stood up too, looking at the girl with the same cool, incurious expression she'd worn since the other girl had arrived. "It was REALLY nice to meet you. If you ever need anything specially made, or just...well....you know..." The girl lifted her spread index and middle finger and flicked her tongue between them, causing Boba to blink and tilt her head in confusion. The girl paused and looked at Boba. "Haven't you ever....I mean..." Boba stared at the girl.

The tiny servo-drone beeped several times and the girl rubbed her head with her mechanical pincer. "Yeah, I guess so!" She leaned in and kissed Boba again, firmly pressing her lip's to the other girls. Boba's lips softened, parted, and she tried to respond in kind. The awkward kiss was broken and the girl smiled at Boba Fett. "I'll see you around. I promise."

Boba watched the girl and her bizarre entourage exit much as they'd entered, with the incessant, inane babble and the quiet whirring of servomotors. Boba stared at the door for some time, confused and feeling strangely empty.

Her father, she decided, was overdue. She sighed, and collected the things she was never supposed to leave the room without, and found tucked into her pocket a small data crystal, with a hologram of the skull motif that the assassin-thing had worn. Rubbing it thoughtfully, she tucked it into a pocket, and decided she wouldn't mention the incident to her father.
~End, part one~
~Part Two - The Blaster Fiasco~
"Onezerozeroonezerooneechszeroechsoneonezerozerozeroechsechsonezeroone...." The soft drone of three words being intoned in a high, sweet voice wafted through the darkened chamber. Weird green or yellow light shone from tubes of liquid, while the red glow of laser light shone in other places. Only in one area was there any pure white light, and that illumined black metal and pale flesh. Soft, steady breathing mixed with the strange droning incantation, and the soft whirring of servomotors was the only other sound.

"....oneechsechszerozerooneechszerozerozerozero." The soft chant ended with the sharp snap of electrical connections and the tang of ozone. "There isn't that better?" The cheery voice seemed terribly out of place in the mechanized nightmare of her workshop.

"Yyyeeeessss," came the low, soft moan. Slowly the black armor rose, and the sound of breathing faded, to be replaced by the sound of silence. "Thhhannnk yeeeeww..."

The thick drawl was met with a jaunty response of, "Never you mind, it was a pleasure! We'll keep you moving for decades, maybe even centuries!"  The constant, minor augmentations could maintain the woman's body and health, but her mind would forever be a fractured and delicate flower of youth.
One the other hand, the plump, cheerful girl who had once invaded the home of a fearsome bounty hunter - and kissed his clone-daughter - had grown in ways both beautiful and terrifying. Her hair was now long and shone coppery, though two lengths still jutted from either side of her head, tied by incongruous ribbons; her right eye no longer monocle covered but truly a lens of emerald green. One of her legs had gone the way of her arm, and both were now mechanized and strangely elegant homage to the power of the machine. The red cloak remained, though longer and hiding the more mysterious and complex back-equipment she possessed; her white blouse came down to her shapely thigh and was belted with a girdle of numerous tools and devices.

The dark eyes which observed this slipped over the strangely appealing form of the transhumanist lingered over the soft, pale skin of her leg, and the dark, twisted limb of metal that matched it. There was a strange beauty in it all, and the olive skinned teen licked her lips, recalling strange, faintly electrical kisses form long ago.

The servodrone, more complex and slightly more threatening than it once had been beeped softly, calling its mistress' attention to the silent intruder. Turning, the technician pale lips broke into a warm smile. "Boba!" She rose eagerly as her tall, gruesome companion gazed at Boba Fett with a faint, almost shy smile twisted by her scarred face.
Boba had grown from the slightly plump, dangerous, stoic girl she had been into a lithe, svelte, dangerous, stoic girl in her early teens. She knew her exact age - her decanter was still in her ship, a souvenir keepsake that the ashes of her father were sealed into - but she never bothered to keep track of it.

Her cheeks heated as the other girl slowly glided towards her. Her hand twitched a little, a telltale response she had not quite broken herself of. She did not know why this girl, of all the people she ever dealt with - or had dealt with - made her feel so strange. "I need something from you." She almost felt uncomfortable asking this strange transhumanist girl for anything. Her dark eyes rose and she looked at the delicate face with its semi-permanent smile and felt her body heating even further. "I can pay."

"Well, it depends on what you need.  There are some things money can't buy." The grin did nothing to assuage Boba's trepidation and she was sure she was missing some vital element in this conversation. "Evesor, go ahead and make some tea for our friend." Boba started to refuse but her hand was firmly taken and she was half-led, half-dragged between the strange, twisted shadows of the machinery to a small cubby where low benches and several cushions were. The strange assassin slowly made her way to a different section, deliberating over the simple cooking equipment, and casually swatting the skull-like servodrone into the wall when it beeped at her too often.
The young Mandalorian followed as best as she was able to without injuring herself or pulling away from the soft, surprisingly smooth hand in hers. She found herself gently pushed onto one of the curved pads that served as a bench, while the odd girl sat cross legged on a cushion. Boba glanced down; she couldn't help it.

The girl was not only not wearing pants, but hadn't deigned to bother with anything else under the too-short tunic. Unlike the last time she'd seen the other girl's nether regions, a fine wisp of coppery down rested over the clean line of her sex and the olive skinned girl's cheeks burned hot. An answering heat bloomed in another place and she dragged her eyes up, trying to focus her attention. The girl was watching her, amusement dancing in her hazel eye.

"I wouldn't sell that to you," she mentioned casually. Boba stared at the girl, trying to fathom what she meant.

"I need a droid built, with an AI designed for hunting and killing. I need it to be completely autonomous, but dedicated to me." She glanced up at Evesor as the heavily armored woman leaned over, tongue between teeth as she struggled not to spill or crush the delicate cup in her clawed hand. Taking the proffered cup she turned back to the transhumanist girl, who was looking over her in a manner she found distinctly unnerving. "I will pay whatever it takes."
The girl leaned forward, her small, firm breasts pushing against the light silk of her blouse and creating a pair of small points as her nipples hardened, half in response to the sensation and half in response to the Mandalorian's request. "You want me to make a fully autonomous AI assassin droid!?" Her heart raced and she licked her lips, an action which caused the dark haired girl to stare. "For you!?" Boba looked confused and nodded.

"Yes! Oh, YEESS!!!" the girl exploded from where she sat and rushed at Boba.

Once again the girl was cross-eyed, looking at the muzzle of the blaster pressed against her forehead, her cloak settling over her shoulders as she knelt between Boba Fett's legs. She ran her tongue slowly across her lips, and said in a husky voice, "You know, I really like that gun."

Something popped inside Boba Fett's head.

She stared at the girl and swallowed slowly. The technician whispered in a sultry sort of voice, "Are you going to pull the trigger?" The soft beep of the servodrone couldn't pull Boba's attention from the other girl; even the soft sniffle of the very worried looking Evesor didn't call Boba's eyes from that wicked, lustful smile.
Boba Fett's finger remained on the trigger, the soft hum of the small, deadly weapon the only sound between the two girls. Slowly the gun was lowered, but the tip of the barrel traced a line between the mismatched eyes and along one side of the dainty nose. It continued down, and the girl leaned forward, making Boba draw breath in a quick gasp as she ran her tongue along the barrel of the weapon in a manner that Boba Fett could not name, but only instinctively understood was erotic. The gun then continued, tracing the soft throat and the shimmer of white silk between the girl's breasts. Her nipples were sharp points under the blouse and Boba swallowed heavily.

"Go on," whispered the girl, urging the Mandalorian to continue. The olive skinned girl obeyed, slowly lowering the weapon further, catching momentarily on the girl's navel, where something hard and rounded sat. Boba Fett glanced down, seeing a shimmering ruby light shining from under the girl's blouse. She struggled with the thought and then discarded it, her memory recalling the sight of that delicate shell pink flesh between pale cream, and more recently a wisp of coppery flame. She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. "No, don't stop, Boba. Don't stop." Her eyes opened and she blinked several time, the girl's gaze upon hers unnerving in its intensity. "I want to feel your metal between my legs."

Boba's gun continued to fall along her soft blouse.
The other girl's eye closed, though her mechanized orb took on a brilliant emerald glow, as Boba Fett slipped the gun over her tool belt and along the subtle curve of her belly. Boba Fett forced herself to start breathing again, realizing she'd stopped only when her vision had begun to grey out. Sparks flew along the edges of her vision, while the mechanist rose a little, her legs spread slightly, offering herself to the warrior.

The gun slowly dipped between the girl's legs, and then lower, only to slide back up along warm flesh and cool metal, tracing the space between flesh and blood, oil and ceramisteel. Boba hesitated then slowly brought the barrel of the gun up, and pressed it along the line of the other girl's sex, pressed the hard curve into the soft, moist place where the transhumanist remained fully flesh.

"Oneoneoneoneoneoneoneoneone...." murmured the girl softly, her hips twisting as she rubbed her sex along the cool barrel of the killer's weapon. Boba stared at the technician, her mind honed for destruction and only vaguely aware of intimacies beyond her father's occasional predation, hardly able to contemplate that this creature was receiving as much pleasure as she appeared to be receiving from this....Boba didn't even know what to call it. She slipped the barrel of the gun higher, pressing it against the firm little nub of flesh she knew would be there. Her reward was a soft, nearly inaudible sigh of multiple ones, zeros, and x's.
The Evesor watched with an incongruous look of worry and discomfiture as the young Mandalorian began to move the pistol between her keeper’s legs, stroking the cool metal along the hot flesh only barely hidden by the white blouse. The servodrone orbited the twain slowly, its eyes glowing red and a tiny green light flashing over one of the other lenses that poked from its chassis.

The technician slowly moved her hips back and forth, stroking herself on the hard metal that rested between her legs, eye opening to look at the confused, blushing visage of the warrior who sat before her, legs spread. Her armor - not the Mandalorian armor that she would one day be able to fit into but a sleek, dark suit of very fine make nonetheless - hid the more interesting signs of her arousal, but her flushed cheeks and shallow, panting breaths told the transhuman technophile everything she needed to know. "More please," she whispered to Boba softly, rising up a little more.

Boba stared at the girl in disbelief, but slowly moved the gun down, and angled it....her finger still on the trigger. She probed, carefully but firmly, eliciting tiny gaps and moans form her strange part-machine admirer. She found what she wanted and then pushed, inserting the barrel of her blaster into the girl, and was rewarded with a sharp, intense cry of delight. Boba bit her lip, and then leaned forward, and nearly blasted the girl in half when her head was grabbed and a forceful, desperate kiss was inflicted on her. She involuntarily shoved, pushing even more of the gun into the girl, pressing the external hardware of the weapon into the soft, delicate pink flesh of the transhumanist's sex, who immediately cried out into the kiss, her body shuddering as she climaxed under the weird assault.
Boba Fett slowly pulled the barrel of her blaster from the girl's sex, sliding it up to caress her clitoris with it. The girl shuddered, releasing Boba from the mad kiss, and fell back, on her knees, supporting herself with both hands and gazing up at the warrior with utter adoration. Boba blushed even harder, her armor stifling hot despite the cooling system and she stared at the girl.

"I'll take the job," murmured the transhumanist softly, her robotic hand coming up to draw sweat soaked copper strands from her face. "It will cost you....well, it will cost you." She laughed shakily and the Evesor knelt, gathering the girl into its possibly deadly and yet gentle and loving arms. The servodrone beeped and floated nearby, the green light blinking steadily now. "I'll have something for you....probably in the next month or so. I'll expect you back then, m'kay?"

Boba Fett stood uncomfortably, her hand clenched and her blaster still out. "All right." She stiffly walked from the cluttered chamber, the languid technician watching her all the way. When the door slid shut the transhuman grabbed the servodrone and demanded in near hysterics, "PLEASE tell me you got all of that!!! Say you did, you piece of junk!!!" She shook the squeaking skull-bot until it chirruped and then she sat back down, looking towards the ceiling. "Oh, thank the Machine, you stupid drone....if you hadn't gotten that..."
Boba Fett leaned against the door, utterly drained. She had no idea what had just happened except that it was possibly obscene and definitely not something she wanted to discuss with anyone, even had she someone to discuss it with. She blinked and lifted her blaster, looking at the still wet barrel. She'd have to clean it entirely when she got back to the Slave 1.

A thought caught at her, and she hesitated....then stuck out her tongue and licked the slick, gleaming barrel, tasting the other girl on it. Ears burning, nipples aching and feeling even emptier than she had before she'd walked into the machinists lair, she slowly made her way to her ship, wondering what the hell was wrong with her.

~End Part Two~
Boba Fett stood at the door of the transhumanist's lair, hands slowly clenching and unclenching in the tight leather gloves.  While she was not wearing armor this time she was as well armed as always; she still felt naked, exposed.  The word 'vulnerable' had never existed in her personal vocabulary, and the concept would have been alien to her in any case.  In the month that had passed she'd managed to make a name for herself already, with five more successful captures and four partially successful captures.  Having to work through an intermediary was becoming tedious, which brought her to the reason she was here.  While the Hutts respected her skills and ambitions, more respectable agents and authorities had trouble coping with the idea that a girl her age was an effective warrior.
It spoke well of her father's training that she hadn't killed any of them yet.
Taking a deep breath she reached for the glass panel covering the entry sensors and saw reflected in it the dark shadow behind her.  The slap of leather on plastic and metal and the sound of metal sliding free of the krayt hide holster was matched by the hiss of overexerted servos and the parting of air as black armor moved.  Slapped from her hand Boba's E-7 blaster - a full sized one - slammed into the wall.  A grinning skull gazed at her with optic lens eyes and the massive talons of Evesor's other hand flexed, as the smaller blaster that had been strapped to Boba's left wrist was pressed against the weaker armor just under the large woman's chin.
"Evesor!  You stop that right this instant!"  The sharp command barked from the comm panel next to the door.  "Evesooor..."
The warning in the voice made the woman slowly lower her talon-equipped left hand and moaned softly, "Soooorrrryyyy," in her slightly masculine, unnaturally deep voice.  Boba only lowered the weapon after the woman had put both hands behind her back and scuffed the floor with a decidedly heavy clanging noise.  Keeping her eyes on Evesor she picked up her blaster and then sighed.  It was quite badly scarred after the woman had swatted it out of Boba's aching hand.  Flexing her wrist she decided it was only sprained.
The door opened and the sinister skull servodrone floated out, beeping pleasantly and then floating higher to scold the recalcitrant Evesor.  Boba turned and walked inside, and heard the drone complaining at its mistress' strange companion.  The fact that she did not hear Evesor walk in with her made her nervous, but her heart was not racing because of that.  She was quite aware of the reason her heart was racing, though she would have been hard pressed to explain WHY it was racing.
The reason was lying on a set of cushions in the small, well lit space past the largely dark and much cluttered workspace of the chamber.  Red cloth covered her body but the lump along her back and the distinct over-muscled appearance of her right leg and right arm in comparison to the slender, delicate curves of her left leg and left arm spoke volumes about what she was - or rather was not -wearing under it.  A swift cadence of "oneonezerozeroechsonezeroechs" in varying permutations flowed in the high, sweet voice of the transhumanist girl as she carefully ran glowing rods of glass and laser-scanned the positronic matrix that floated in front of her.
Boba paused, staring at the strange curves and shapes under the soft red cloak, and some of the not so strange curves, such as the ones where metal flowed into pure flesh and became a softly rounded derrière.  She forced her eyes higher, and saw the extended waldoes of the girl's back-unit carefully moving over the cube of crystal and metal, adding finishing touches.  The skull like drone beeped as it passed her and Boba followed it slowly.  The incantation ceased and the girl turned over, smiling up at Boba Fett with her coppery hair spilling over her shimmering white blouse.
All sorts of critters ran amok in Boba's belly; if she swallowed a mynock live she couldn't have gotten rid of them all.  She tugged at the hem of her sleek black tunic and looked down at the girl with eyes black and steady, though not quite incurious.  "Is it finished?"  She forced herself not to look past the shapely and the shaped thigh to the gap between them, sure she knew what she would - and wouldn't - see.
Emerald light flickered over her body and she tensed, the scan nothing new, despite the fact that it was the machined right eye of the delicate technician that was scanning her rather than a droid or a simple AI unit.  She held still for it, and the transhumanist tucked her tools away in her belt without looking down, savoring the bounty huntress' lack of armor.  She supported herself on one of the waldoes that extended from her back-unit, the other plucking the cube from the anti-grav platform she had been lying in front of.

Sitting up, her nipples delicate points under the loose white blouse, the technician dropped the cube into her flesh hand.  "Yep!  This is the last bit right here!"  She pulled her legs up, and Boba's eyes flicked down, registering the fact that yes, she was once again not wearing panties, and yes, she was definitely a girl as the technician got off of the cushions.  When the Mandalorian looked back up, her cheeks burned as the transhumanist smiled at her knowingly.  "In a bit."

Taken aback, Boba almost didn't follow the girl into the darkness past the sitting area.  The gentle push from behind her set her nerves on edge and she pulled away from the Evesor, who slowly complained, "Goooo waaaaan!" in a plaintive voice.  Glancing back she saw that the much larger woman couldn't move past her easily and she shook her head, wondering what had happened to wreck the assassin's mind in such bizarre manners.  The servodrone beeped at her as it floated past her head and she walked after it into the darkness, towards yellow and green lit shadows.

There she discovered the girl kneeling before a tall, silvery-black machine, an android seven feet tall and slender, with wiry looking limbs - literally - and a cylindrical head.  "Inteligencia Gravis, number 75.  Praise the Machine, he will serve you well."  The words sent chills down Boba's spine and she reached out, running her leather-clad fingers along the smooth ceramisteel body.

Reverently the girl lifted her hands and set the cube in the open panel of the android's body, and the cube immediately lit up, as did the lenses of the droid's eyes and along other parts of its body.  It gave off a garbled series of electronic noises and the young transhumanist responded in kind, pure droid speech; almost everyone understood it, few people could speak it.  It greeted Boba Fett and called her mistress.  "It is perfect," said the Mandalorian softly, and the girl kneeling in front of her craned her head back, looking up at her.

"Yes, he is.  He'll perform in every way you need him to."  The girl spoke again and the droid turned itself off, only a single telltale glowing softly.  Going to her hands and knees she pivoted and turned to face Boba, whose cheeks colored and ears began to burn.  She suspected what was coming, and her suspicious proved correct as the girl's soft hand and her cybernetic one slowly slipped up the tight leather encasing her thighs.  "It's time for you to pay the cost."  Boba's heart raced and she swallowed heavily.

The waldoes extended from the back of the transhuman's back slowly, pushing off the red cloak.  Then the girl used the waldoes to detach the backpack from herself, Evesor leaning over to take it up and carry it away.  The servodrone beeped softly, watching its mistress and her patron.  The low back of her blouse revealed smooth skin spaced with connection ports and occasional swaths of machine-covered skin flush with her own flesh.  She looked up at Boba Fett with mismatched eyes.  "By the emperor you're beautiful," she murmured softly, and her hands slipped around Boba so she could press her cheek to the smooth leather and soft black silk Boba wore.

Heart racing madly, the young Mandalorian shuddered.  She suspected she knew what would finally force the situation this girl had slowly been pushing toward for....it might have been years.  She reached up and pulled out the tiny datacrystal with the winged skull motif glowing within it.  "I want you to fix my father's armor," she said in her rough voice.  Her dark eyes gazed uncertainly into the young transhumanist's eyes as the shocked girl stared up at her.  "The helmet was....removed by a lightsabre.  The connections are cut clean but..."  The damage a lightsabre caused meant an entire inch of material and circuitry was gone between helmet and torso.  "I do not trust anyone but you to do it right."

Gripping the datacrystal, the girl who would one day grow up to be the most infamous bounty hunter in the Empire gazed at the hazel and emerald eyes of the stranger who had barged into her life and brought nothing but confusion with her.  Tears began to glisten in the girl’s human eye and she rose, pressing her body to Boba's.  Boba's arms slipped away and she let the girl hug her, embarrassed and hesitant.  Slowly Boba's arms wrapped about the girl and as she whispered dozens of thank you's, bless the machine, and for the love of the Emperor.

Then warm, soft lips were pressed to hers, and she gallantly attempted to return the kiss.  Patiently the transhuman showed Boba what she needed to know, by the example of kissing her, slowly, deeply.  The warm, sleek body rubbed against her own, the metal of the young girl's arm and leg cooling the tight leather and soft black silk.  The taste of her mouth was still just as electric as it had been the times she had been kissed before, but there was something new to the kiss, a softness she was not used to.  Boba felt the emptiness inside start to fill, warm heat blooming deeper in her body rather than just along her skin.

When the kiss was finally broken, Boba was gasping softly, her head spinning.  The soft clatter of the transhuman's tool belt falling to the floor was accompanied by the soft rustle of silk; the girl was fully naked before Boba Fett in all her machine-born glory.  Pale nipples, coral pink, jutted from small, firm breasts, and the copper lengths of her hair drifted along pale skin and gleaming black metal.  Boba's hands clenched and she swallowed, looking down the girl's body to see the red gem-like telltale in her navel, the silvery wires that extended from it sinking into the soft flesh and leading down to the wisp of flaming hair above the bare slit of the girl's sex.  Her hips were different, metal starting along her left leg up high, and merging with flesh just below the line of her groin.  Likewise her shoulders differed, gleaming black ceramisteel claiming the lines of collarbone and just above the smooth breast along the right side of her body, becoming curvaceous, sculpted muscle and sinew.

The girl reached forward and slowly undid the Mandalorian's belt, loosing her guns from her hips and then moving closer, unbuttoning the fly slowly, with deliberate care.  A beatific smile graced the soft, warm lips and Boba caught herself staring at the girl's lovely face.  Slowly she toed off her boots in anticipation of having to step out of her pants.  She wasn't sure she could do this, but she had little doubt the other girl would let her falter much.  As she was slowly stripped, she glanced back, noting Evesor was....well, talking was close enough....communicating with the servodrone, and suitably distracted.  Then she turned to see the girl looking at her, lips mere inches away.  "Lift your arms."

Boba's first instinct was to knee the girl in the groin and then follow up with a downward strike that would have left the girl sprawling and possibly broken.  The telltale tremble in her arms and the tensing of her shoulders was less of a giveaway than she'd been prone to even a mere month before, but the girl smiled.  "Should I give you a gun?"  Boba shook her head, taking the question at face value rather than as an irony.  Slowly she lifted her arms and let the technician lay her bare.

Svelte, Boba was not yet as muscular as one day she would be, but she was still a finely tuned machine in her own right.  There were no scars evident on her olive skin, and the fine wisps of darkness above her sex were as delicate and spare as her frame.  Her nipples were slightly darker, and tight and almost painful, and then covered by warm flesh on one side and cool, sleek metal on the other.  Boba closed her eyes, swallowing heavily as the other girl's lips pressed against her lips, the quickly throbbing pulse along her throat, the hollow below that.  The hands kneaded gently, making her legs weak in some mysterious way.

Though the concept of vulnerability was alien to the young Mandalorian, the sensation of being bereft of weapon and armor was unpleasant.  Yet the smooth, warm skin, the cool, ungiving ceramisteel, and the hot, moist kisses began to distract.  Twitching, Boba's hands kept wanting to grab, break, maneuver.  But when warm heat engulfed her breast she cried out and fell forward into the other girl, nearly taking them both to the ground.  The transhuman looked up at the shaking warrior.  "You know, if you’re that sensitive we really need to be on the cushions."

Unwilling - perhaps unable - to speak, Boba nodded and slowly gathered her wits.  She turned and walked slowly to the cushions, but before she could sit down she was embraced from behind, flesh and metal encircling her body, warm skin sliding up to caress her breasts again, but hard metallic fingers sliding down.  She gasped and was torn, instinct warring with training as the hard metal slipped between her legs, sliding into the gap there and gently pressing into the warm slit of her sex.  Firm teeth gently bit at her ear and then soft, warm licks and mouthings persisted.  The strange feel of metal and flesh pressed along her legs, her back, her buttocks was making her head spin.  She no longer knew what was going on, except in the vague sense of dreamlike shock.

Slowly she was taken to her knees, her legs spreading wide to offer the hand between her legs better access to that which it sought.  Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes, her hands reaching back, grasping, sliding along warm flesh and unforgiving metal.  The mouth nibbling at her ear pulled away and whispered a soft susurration of 'oneoneoneoneoneone'; then it was gently pressed to her own lips and she tilted her head back, her hips rocking as the metallic fingers slipped deeper inside her, stroked the soft heat of her body.  The transhuman rubbed her soft breasts against the heat of the other girl's back, gently pleasured her as another had done so roughly and cruelly many years before.

When Boba climaxed it was sudden and violent, and she lost control in ways she'd never imagine she could.  The lovely transhuman did not laugh, did not condemn, only gently continued her slow, hot and cold pleasuring.  Only when Boba whimpered softly and started to struggle did she stop.  The girl slipped from behind Boba to lay her safely aside and then straddled her slowly, warm flesh and cool metal against the burning body of the Mandalorian girl.  Her kiss was returned, eagerly if not expertly, and the strong hands came up to lightly crush, rub her breasts.  She laughed softly and then crawled down, eliciting a confused look form Boba Fett.  Her mouth moved over small, firm breasts and flat, hard belly, and then lower, along soft, muscular thighs.

Boba stared as the girl lay between her legs, metal and fire and milk smiling up at her.  Then the girl's mouth descended and a sensation so intense seared through every nerve ending she had that Boba cried out and jerked away.  The girl stared at her, mirroring Boba's own many times displayed shock and confusion at the transhuman's strange words and actions.  Boba's breaths came quick and unsteady and the girl's flesh and blood fingers traced the soft, wet line between Boba's legs.  "I won't bite, really!"  Boba stared at the girl, and then slowly, very slowly lay back down.  Her heart felt about ready to burst; she watched the girl closely, as the young transhuman slowly spread her open with warm flesh and cool metal, then began to apply her tongue and lips to the heat there.

It was wet heat against wet heat, and intimate in a way nothing in her life had been.  The girl slowly devoured the musky warmth of Boba's sex; Boba's hands gripped the cushions, her warrior's mind struggling between pleasure and the alien sensation of intimacy.  The gentle affections slowly built the fires that had overwhelmed the emptiness within Boba and she started to relax, unable to keep a vigil against what her body and mind were trained to feel as a threat and a danger.  The transhuman's tongue dipped deeply, exploring her more intimately and gently than she'd ever been explored in her life; sometimes there would be bolts of hot fire or electricity, and they started to collide inside her, slowly becoming a furnace.

When she climaxed again, the pleasure seemed to go on forever, and she struggled in vain against the warm flesh and cool metal of her admirer's body.  When she stopped struggling, the warm and cold body slid up along hers, delivering warm caresses and loving kisses, until she curled into the other girl, whimpering softly and twitching, mind scattered and spirit blasted.

She remained that way for some hours, curled against the other girl, until finally she spoke.  "What will the armor cost me?"  The technician laughed softly and blushed.

"Something like that, except on your part."

It took the Mandalorian some time to process the idea.  "I....don't know how...."

"I'll teach you.  It will be easy.  I'll do anything for you."  The hazel and emerald eyes gazed into the darkness of the warrior's eyes.  A long silence lay between them before the bounty hunter murmured a response.

"All right."

She didn't feel quite so empty any longer.

~XS