You know that feeling you get that someone’s following you? Imagine that amplified by about thirteen and you’ve got my situation over the past week. Turns out that shooting Xalon in the face might not have been the best decision. I definitely feel better about Yana’s death now. It’s just that he might have been a tad better connected than I thought. As in, every enforcer in the galaxy knows my name and face and I’ve been elevated to the pinnacle of the most wanted list. It’d be a dream come true if they’d stop trying to arrest me around every single corner.

Do they really have nothing better to do than hunt me down for killing a known criminal?

I’ve been exhausting my connections to smuggle myself around the galaxy. My ship is currently being transported to Calitrexia where those freedom fighters are set to receive it, more than happy to help me because of the blow I dealt to the galaxy’s slavery problem. I’ve been on my way to Calitrexia in the most indirect way possible so no enforcers follow me. I only just changed disguises again so it should be a while until they pick up on my trail.

The problem is the Torl enforcers who are used to my tactics by now. They’re more than happy to divert personnel to this manhunt. I’ve had to go to the shadiest places in the galaxy where there was enough interference for me to leave the system unnoticed. If this keeps up I just might have to go via Earth. And that never ends well for me. But I doubt they’d look for me right where the galaxy’s enforcer headquarters stands. I’m just not desperate enough to go home yet.

“HEY! YOU!”

Shit.

I make my voice a bit higher. “Yes?”

The enforcer cautiously walks up to me. She studies my face, taking in the scar I faked with make-up and my features in general. I stare blankly back.

“Declare your name, business on Treak Station and current occupation.”

“Lindsay Eric. I’m looking for fabrics because I work for a fashion designer.”

She takes in my outfit and deems my answer true. “Have you seen this woman?” She asks, showing me my picture alongside six of my disguises.

“Wasn’t she the one on the news? Mina or something?”

The enforcer sighs. “I meant, have you seen her in person?”

“No, sorry.”

She gives me a once over before nodding and moving off to question others. I calmly walk away, trying my best not to look like I’m in a hurry or trying to distance myself from the enforcer, while doing exactly that. Even if she didn’t recognise me, I should still change disguises again. Maybe this time I’ll be a guy again. There’s no point in trying to act like I’m not human, there’s enough of us around that I shouldn’t look too out of place. Then again, once I get to Calitrexia I’m bound to stand out. But it doesn’t matter how good the disguise is, I still don’t know the language.

From the looks of it, that enforcer isn’t following me. That makes this the best encounter with an enforcer so far. The first time one tried to question me, I admitted to killing Xalon then realised very quickly how bad of a situation I’d gotten myself into. Even Brett tried contacting me to find out if I was still alive. He’d gotten word that a bounty had been put on my head and was surprisingly happy to hear that I was still on the run. Then again, he also told me to turn myself in and ‘pay for my crime’.

I haven’t turned myself in yet and I’m not about to make it a habit.

I’ll give it another week until I make it to Calitrexia. I’m itching to just go on a transport there today, but the borders are now being monitored by TIE since they’ve now connected me to freeing those kids from slavery back in December. The media have made me out to be some sort of one woman team set on demolishing all slavery in the galaxy. As fun as that sounds, nobody’s paying me to do it, so I’m not ready to be painted as some sort of saint. I’m only going back to Calitrexia because the people there are willing to hide me until this all blows over.

“HELP!”

Normally I’d run away from the call, but that’d just make me stand out. So I slowly make my way towards the rising shouts. I duck behind a jewellery display and watch as a bunch of guns for hire shove three very underfed Calitrexians down a corridor. And here I was thinking that only Xalon’s crew operated in broad sight. But this lot are definitely slavers; the Calitrexians have got the face tattoos to prove it.

Yana would want me to chase them down and free those three. She’s not around to tell me off though. Enforcers are. If I go after them, I’ll basically be shooting out a massive signal to all enforcers telling them where I am. I can’t risk that. Not if I want to escape their sights anytime soon. I’ll have to deal with those slavers another time. Maybe I’ll even find someone on Calitrexia to pay me enough to get rid of them all. But it won’t do anyone any good if I get arrested beforehand.