Fearless Leader's Enigma (part 2)

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Though panic seized FL, he stayed perfectly still, hoping to make it seem as if he had noticed nothing. Meanwhile, he tried to devise a plan. Unarmed, he did not dare attack the three women. He suspected they were not ordinary women, but were trained in combat techniques. Just then, a strange sound came from the blonde woman’s pocket. She dropped the wrench she had been using on the engine and pulled out a cellphone model FL had never seen before. Holding it to her ear, she whispered, “Yes, we got it!” Then she nodded to the girl beside her and said, “Check the computer to see if we have a carburetor in stock for a 2025 Ford Mustang!”
FL immediately realized it was all a lie: that model of car did not have a carburetor. He knew he was in danger and had to escape before it was too late.
“Is there a toilet in this workshop? I need to use it urgently,” FL asked, looking around.
“We have one, but it’s unavailable right now,” the blonde woman replied. “Sit in that chair while my colleague gets it ready!” She gestured toward the chair.
Impatient, FL answered at once: “That’s fine. I’ll go outside and relieve myself by a bush!” as he started toward the exit.
The blonde woman drew her gun, cocked it, and ordered him in a sharp voice: “Sit in that chair, and don’t move!”
FL was now certain he had fallen into the Sith Lord’s trap. With no other option, he sat in the indicated chair, first giving it a careful look. He had barely settled when the blonde woman said to the person at the computer, “Now!” FL’s body began to dissolve, and his vision grew increasingly blurred. He felt as though he were hurtling through a tube at dizzying speed. He thought he was dead and that his soul was on its way to some unknown destination. He was partly right: he was heading somewhere unknown, but he was certainly not dead. He was being transported by a form of technology he had never encountered before—one that even the dreaded Sith Lord did not possess. Gradually, his senses returned. The haze in his vision cleared, and he realized he was on a planet he recognized by its orange sky.
“He’s there! Catch him!” called a woman’s voice FL knew.
He turned and was horrified to see a crowd of women behind him, some local and others from different planets. They were all racing toward him, clearly intent on catching him. He recognized several faces: women he had been involved with in brief relationships lasting anywhere from half a day to a week, depending on the circumstances.
“I’ve really messed up this time! I’d have been safer if the Sith Lord had captured me!” FL thought, then sprinted away as the women gave chase.