Prologue

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away……

The Empire runs rampant throughout the known galaxy, fighting against and
searching for the secret hideouts of the Rebellion, under the watchful eyes
of Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine. Times have become hard after the fall
of the Republic and the rise of the absolute totalitarian Empire. Everything
that was once beautiful and free is now destroyed or claimed by the Empire.
Nothing is as it was.

The Empire has captured the Towers of Alta, a move unforeseen by the
Rebellion, except by a small group of Rebellion sympathizers who had arrived
previous to the Towers’ imperial capture. Two Rebel sympathizers have
remained hidden to watch and learn all they can of the Empires’ presence.
They then learn of the arrival of Darth Vader….

Part I

Hidden behind a solid railing with my male companion, Kevren, we wait for
the arrival of the Emperors’ right-hand-man Darth Vader. Only days ago, when
the Imperial stormtroopers began to take over the Twin Towers of Alta,
forcing everyone to flee.
Moments pass and I then could vaguely hear people talking-at a distance. I
tug on Kevren’s sleeve to get his attention and when I have his attention, I
carefully rise to my feet. I then look down over the railing and I gasp
under my breath when three Imperial officers…and Darth Vader speaking to one
another. Kevren at my feet, keeping watch, I strain to hear what is being
said, but they are two levels below me and to get any closer would be very
dangerous-especially when it involves Vader. Then, suddenly, as if knowing
all along that I watch them from above, I see Vader turn his death mask
upward and look up right at me.

Instantly, I am filled with terror as I see Vader looking up right at me-I
find I can not move, until I hear shuffling of feet to my right and when I
hear Kevren cry out my name, I look to find a stormtrooper’s arms about
Kevren’s flailing body. I then see more stormtroopers coming from a nearby
corridor, behind my captured companion Kevren.
I do not know what to do, I know that I can not stick around any longer. But
when I try to move, I find that my entire body is frozen in terror. Then,
suddenly, as if I were a child again, I fall to my knees and curling myself
up into a ball, I cry out as I unleash my genetic telekinetic abilities upon
the massive tower I am in.

At first, it started with a vibration which speedily grows in strength,
until everyone about me could barely stand. But it only last moments, when I
feel Vader’s mind suddenly my own and try to take control of me. He does not
take me, yet he learns much about me-including my affiliation with the
Rebellion. He is strong, using the Force ability to enter someone’s mind,
and though he is not very near me, I fight his mental attack with everything
I have-leaving me consciously removed from the world about me.

I, then suddenly gasp with fright as I find myself being lifted to my feet.
I open my eyes to see who lifts me and I find a stormtrooper holding me in
his white armored arms, as he hurries me away from the gallery where the
other ‘troopers and Kevren are.
Immediately, I hear the stormtroopers behind us begin to fire their blaster
rifles at us, the weapons’ energy blasts flying passed us we race away.

“Kevren could not get away. We need to get out of here. I am Ra’Ven, a
member of the Rebellion.” The stormtrooper hastily informs me as he races me
through winding passageways while we continue to dodge the shots from
perusing stormtroopers not far behind us.

“ How are we to escape? Kevren and I were here before Vader took over
the Twin Towers. We hid until the time was right. We were can here as
visitors on a transport.” I reply warily, still fighting intense mental
probing as I had spoke to Ra’Ven.
Moments pass and I find that we are nearing the hanger bay where the
Imperial ships had landed days before.

“We, are gonna “borrow” one of their ships.” Ra’Ven replies to me as we
near the bay doors-and I could even hear his own smile upon his face as he
spoke from beneath the white stormtroopers’ helmet. I am growing weak in my
fight against Vader’s continuing mental assault upon me, as Ra’Ven carries
me as the doors of the hanger bay open and closing immediately behind us, we
race toward a ship easiest to steal. We enter an Imperial Lambda class
transport shuttle not too far from the open massive bay doors to the world
outside. He hurries me into the cockpit of the ship, he leaps into the
pilots seat and begins the liftoff procedures. Suddenly, after only minutes
pass, the ship rises up steadily from the bay deck just as stormtroopers
begin to fire upon the ship. Then, as the ship turns toward the open bay
entrance, we immediately fly through the bay doorway just as it begins to
close. Within seconds, we are through the planets’ atmosphere and in the
blackness of space. Instantly, the ship jumps into hyperspace.

I allow minutes to pass and I finally sigh in exhausted relief as Vader’s
mental grasp evaporates-I am too far to reach. I try to hold myself up in
the seat, but it is becoming gradually harder to do as I sit here and I hold
out for as long as I am possibly able, before I pass out from total
exhaustion.

Dropping from hyperspace, as we near his escape destination, Ra’Ven
activates the autopilot and turning to me, he finds me barely able to keep
myself sitting up in my seat. Immediately he leaps from his seat, rushing to
me, Ra’Ven lifts my weak body from my seat and carrying me into the
passenger compartment behind the cockpit, he carefully lays me down upon one
of two beds in the compartment. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I fall
fast to sleep.

Part II

Suddenly waking, I slowly open my eyes and I find myself lying upon a
large, soft comfortable bed, inside a room I do not recognize. Confused, I
sit up and I look about my new and foreign surroundings. The room is large,
with a high ceiling and on one of the four walls, from floor to ceiling, is
covered with weapons of almost every kind. I even notice different kinds of
Jedi lightsabres. And I realize immediately that I am in a room belonging to
a man or a room belonging to a woman who has a thing for weapons. Light
fixtures dimly light the room and there are no windows visible. I throw the
covers from me as I place my feet upon the icy metal floor, and as I
carefully stand, I discover that I wear an elegant sleeveless, soft, almost
weightless, white nightgown over my naked body.

Curious, I look about the room and finding myself standing before the wall
decorated with weapons, I find myself drawn to a particular lightsabre just
to my right. Cautiously, I lift the ‘sabre from its wall mounting and
holding it in my hands, it feels so right-every groove, every detail of
it-as if it is supposed to be how it feels in my hands.

“Magnificent is it not? It looks as if it was made for your delicate
hands.”
I gasp with fright as I hear a male voice behind me and turning about, I
find a tall human male dressed in black and white.

“Sorry, I did not mean to startle you. Now that I am finally out of that
cramped stormtroopers armor, I can present myself to you in my true
appearance. I am Ra’Ven and you are in one of many of the Rebellions’ hidden
bases.” He replies with a gentle smile as he enters the room. He is tall,
noticeably muscular beneath his clothing, and ruggedly handsome with crystal
blue eyes and shoulderblade length sandy-blonde hair which is half pulled
back into a tail behind his head. Not an all too unattractive man. I watch
him warily as he moves to the bed and place a large bundle of white upon the
bed.

“Here, this is a gift. Put these on, for Her Majesty Princess Leia Organa
waits to see you. I’ll return soon to escort you to her-now hurry and get
ready.” He urges me as he returns to the door and just when he is about to
exit, I quickly thank him for the gift.

“ You are welcome, but it was a gift from the Princess-I just picked it
out.” He reveals with a handsomely wicked smile, then he exits the room.
Remembering the lightsabre in my hands, I replace it upon the wall and I
make my way back to the bed. Carefully, I open the bundle and removing its
contents, I lay each piece out upon the bed before me. I find a skin-tight
blood red full body suit with matching heeled red knee-high boots, a golden
medallion and chain necklace and a sheer white front/back skirt connected to
golden chain belt, and the white object which everything was contained to be
a beautiful floor length hooded white cloak-the clasp in the form of the
Rebellion signet. Removing my nightgown, I put on the clothes given to me
and last, I fasten the clasp of the white cloak about my neck. Looking about
the room, I finally find a brush and I quickly, but thoroughly run the brush
through my long thigh-length platinum white hair. Then moments after I had
finished with my hair, I turn and with a gasp of fright, I find Ra’Ven
standing near the door, watch me. He is dressed differently; wearing the
one-of-a-kind garb of the great Jedi-the tan under tunics, sash and
leggings, and an ankle length brown hooded robe. I find it, the clothing,
make appear very distinguished.

“Are you ready, Dawa?” He asks as he strolls over to me from the door. He
stands before me in his Jedi magnificence, awaiting my answer.

“Yes, let us go.” I answer nervously, trying to hide my nervousness but
unsuccessfully. He turns about and like a proper gentleman, he holds his arm
out to me. I move to his side, I take his arm and we exit the room through
double sized metal doors, which automatically close behind us. Immediately,
I find myself in a wide corridor made of metal-like that inside a ship, and
I feel the intensity of many minds waiting for us. He leads me down the
corridor to a four-way crossing point. He then leads me to the right and
down that corridor some ways, when we reach a pair of massive sealed metal
doors.

Standing before the great doors, they suddenly separate and slowly retract
back into the metal walls. The first thing I see is the eye of almost every
kind of species, turn to Ra’Ven and I as we pass through the doorway. I feel
terribly nervous and embarrassed to be the center of everyone’s attention.
Ra’Ven leads me down a wide red carpeted aisle that separates the large
gathering down the center. I can fell their eyes follow us as Ra’Ven leads
me passed them, out of the corner of my eyes. I have never before had so
many eyes upon me at one time-and it scares me, increasing my nervousness
almost threefold. Turning my attention before me, I find a young woman with
dark brown hair, wearing white, and two men at ether side of her, standing
at the end of the carpet atop three steps. Ra’Ven leads me to her to stand
about two feet before the beautiful young woman.

“Hello Dawa Karzon. Welcome to my temporary court. I am Princess Leia
Organa and I am most pleased to meet you.”

After all the greetings, she leads Ra’Ven and I out of the hall, to an
adjoining room where a large table and many anxious people await. All are
introduced to me and showing me to an empty seat, they begin my to “debrief”
me about the Imperial takeover of the Twin Towers of Alta. But when I
mention Darth Vader, everyone becomes gravely concerned. Alta is very
important to the Rebellion-a key stronghold where negotiations with new
allies take place. Receiving the information most vital to the Rebellion,
they immediately begin to discuss the situation at hand and graciously,
Princess Leia thanks me, then Ra’Ven leads me away from the conference room.

“The Princess has much to deal with.” Ra’Ven explains as we leave the
conference room together. As we walk, I can feel something beginning to grow
between Ra’Ven and I, but at a physical and sexual level-nothing more.
Finally, stopping before the door to my room, Ra’Ven suddenly takes me into
his arms and leaning me back against the metal door behind me and before I
could think, he kisses me feverishly upon my lips. Then just as suddenly, he
pulls back away from me.

“No, I’m sorry. I am forbidden because I am Jedi-unless we were wed to one
another. Please, I hope that you can understand-it’s not that I don’t want
to, it is that I can not.” Ra’Ven explains his actions, embarrassment and
disappointment in his voice.

“I…I understand.” I answer with disappointment too, in my voice.

“ Tomorrow, we must leave for Tatooine. I have business with Jabba the
Hutt.” Ra’Ven announces as he seems to fill with discomfort.

“ I must go. I am urgently needed.” Ra’Ven adds, trying to find a reason to
leave in his embarrassment, and immediately, he kisses my lips once again,
then leaves with great haste. I close my eyes with a sigh of sexual
frustration and tapping the open key on the control pad next to the door,
the door opens behind me. And stepping back through the doorway, the door
closes before me. I quickly peel out of my clothing and putting on my
nightgown; I tiredly lie down upon the bed.

I wake with a gasp the next morning to Ra’Ven’s voice. Opening my eyes, I
find Ra’Ven standing beside the bed, wearing the garb of a mercenary.

“Dawa, it’s time to get ready. All you need is to bathe and dress. I have
already packed your things for you, and when you are ready, we will leave.
But first, you need to get out of bed!” Ra’Ven informs me as he pulls he
covers from over me and helps me to my feet.

“Tatooine?” I ask sleepily as I gather up the clothing I will wear for the
journey. He says nothing, but answers with a nod. As I stand before Ra’Ven,
I can still fell the physical and sexual attraction between us, and I want
so much for him to take me into his arms and make love to me this very
instant-but he “cannot” because he is Jedi-forbidden to make love to me
unless he is wed to me, which he is not. With his silent answer I make my
way to the refresher to quickly bathe and dress.

“I’ll hurry as fast as I can then.” I reply to him form inside the
refresher. After washing my entire body, I quickly towel dry my long white
hair and throw on the clothes I wore when Ra’Ven rescued me from the wrath
of Darth Vader. Stepping out of the refresher, I find Ra’Ven standing before
the wall of weapons, his back to me as he looks over the weapons that is
mounted on the wall.

“Well, Ra’Ven, I guess it is time for us to go.” I announce as I move
toward him. Immediately, he turns to me with a smile and lifting a large
black bag sitting at his feet, he hands it over to me. Tucking my nightgown
inside the bag, I follow Ra’Ven out of the room and together, we make our
way to the hanger bay where a ship is being prepared for us. It takes us
almost ten minutes to reach the doors of the hanger bay, and when we finally
reach the bay doors, I find two men standing guard at either side of the bay
doors, who acknowledge us with a nod.

Then the hanger bay doors open. I look about at the beautifully converted
white Imperial Lambda class transport ship sitting in the center of the
massive hanger bay, along with other ships such as other transports,
privately owned ships of almost every kind, and many Rebellion x-wing
fighters, y-wing fighters, and others.

I follow alongside Ra’Ven to the Imperial ship when….

“Dawa, please wait a moment.” I hear the beautiful voice of a woman behind
me. Immediately, I stop and turning about, I find Princess Leia making her
way towards me, accompanied by three armed guards.

“Before you leave, I wold like to thank you on behalf of the Rebellion.
The information you have given us has helped us beyond measure, and that I
enjoyed the talk we had during the meeting.” The Princess informs me as she
stands before me dressed in pants, boots and a loose fitting shirt.

“I was only happy to be of such great service to the Rebellion. I would do
it again if I must. And thank you for allowing me to stay here, though for a
few days.” I reply to Princess Leia, most greatfully thanking her for having
Ra’Ven where he was at such perfect timing. He probably saved me from
certain death.

“Dawa, you are quite welcome. I wish there were more people like you,
Dawa.” Leia exclaims with a somber smile. “Ra’Ven, the gift.” She requests
of Ra’Ven who now stands beside me. Ra’Ven immediately hand the Princess a
black rounded edged box, about a foot long and half as wide and thick.

“Ra’Ven had told me that you had liked this-here, I give it to you. You
may have use of it one day.” Leia replies as she holds the box before me.
Carefully, I take the black box from her hands and I slowly open the lid of
the box. To my amazement, I find Leia had given me the lightsabre that
Ra’Ven had found me admiring. I look to the Princess and I thank her
adamantly for such a gift. Then it is time to depart. I close the box and
place it in the bag hanging over my right shoulder.

“Well, it is time for us to go, my Princess.” Ra’Ven announces and
respectfully bows to Princess Leia.

“May your journey unabated and successful, Dawa. Keep in touch through
your contact.”

“Thank you Princess, and may you be successful in the Rebellion. No one else
could lead us against the Empire.” I return with a bow and then Ra’Ven and I
finally make our way to our ship. Within minutes we were off and out into
the darkness of space. Immediately, we enter hyperspace, the coordinates
set, we begin our one day journey to the backwater dustbowl of a
planet-Tatooine, home of the notorious gangster Jabba the Hutt and the Great
Pit of Carkoon, where the mouth of the monstrous Sarlac waits endlessly for
unsuspecting creatures to fall into its jaws to be digested over a period of
a thousand years.

I sit in the cockpit with Ra’Ven in the pilots seat, still yawning after
bathing only an hour ago. For now, the ship travels under autopilot until
when we near the Tatooine, but it will be an hour until we drop from
hyperspace and arrive on Tatooine four hours later.

Finally, the hour of hyperspace travel ends and the ship dropping from
hyperspace, we will be landing on Tatooine in a few hours. We had not spoken
a word to one another since we had left the Rebel base and I suddenly gasp
with surprise when Ra’Ven’s voice breaks the silence.

“Dawa, when I saved you from Vader, why could you not defend yourself? It
was as if you were fighting something from within.” Ra’Ven questions
curiously. “Did Vader enter your mind?”

Immediately, I find myself bewildered by Ra’Ven’s question. I hesitate to
answer, but what harm could come of it?

“Yes, he did. And he learned of everything about me, but why are you
asking me this now?” I answer, very concerned about his questions and for
what reason he asked me of what Vader did.

“Vader may do nothing. But I fear that he may place a bounty on your head.
He may wish to know of what you had heard and seen at Alta before he
discovered you watching. Every bounty hunter throughout the galaxy will be
hunting you, or Vader may contract a single bounty hunter to find and
capture you, and of there is or not a bounty, you will have to go
incognito-luckily, I came prepared.” Ra’Ven replies, a hint of fear in his
voice. “And when we land upon Tatooine, we must find if there is a bounty on
you.”

I look upon Ra’Ven in fear at the thought of a bounty being upon me and
having to be incognito during our stay upon Tatooine.

With an hour until we land upon Tatooine, Ra’Ven helps pick out the
perfect disguise for such an unforgiving planet. After going through his
inventory of disguises, Ra’Ven picks out a female bounty hunter’s (how
ironic huh?) costume-a helmut with a voice synthesizer
to change my language into languages of other species and a macrobinocular
eye view plate, a climate controlled black skintight, fullbody suite-perfect
for the harsh climate of Tatooine, shoulder armor, arm length black leather
gloves with forearm armor and spikes upon the top of the hands, thigh high
boots with kneepads, an across the hip belt with holster and blaster, a
BlasTech EE-3 rifle-like that which Boba Fett carries. And last, an
eight-foot stalf with one end that is like a force pike-stunning anything it
touches when the hidden trigger button is switched, and at the other end are
two removable curved barbed blades that swirl about its pointed end.

Then just as the ship touches down upon Tatooines’ surface I finish
putting on my disguise and throwing my long platinum white hair behind me, I
take my stalf and rifle into my hands.

“Dawa, you are called Shard and I am called Kamuro, understand?”
Ra’Ven-Kamuro informs me before we exit the ship. With a nod, I move to his
side nervously, as he opens the doorway with caution and carefully, I follow
him down the walkramp. When he pauses just as he takes his first step upon
the sandy Tatooine soil. I then step down upon the sandy ground beside
Ra’Ven as he holds the portable door control device in his hand, and then
moments later the ramp rises and the doorway closes, and locks from within
the ship.

“I have activated the ship’s security system. If anyone attempts to gain
access into the ship, we will know about it. Now, let’s go, we will start
with the local traders and merchants, and then continue on to the
cantina’s-but I warm you, be careful, trust no one-especially in the
cantinas, and talk to no one. Keep the appearance that you are a loner and
is no one to be recond with. This should take us all day and tomorrow, we
head to Jabba’s palace.” Ra’Ven’s, rather Kamuro’s voice is very critical
and grave. He knows of the dangers that we face. I have never been to
Tatooine until now, but I understand why Ra’-Kamuro is so critical with
me-Tatooine is extremely dangerous. A survival of the fittest type of
world-eat it before it eats you.

Luckily, Kamuro had landed the ship close to Mos Eisley-we only had a
short distance to walk to reach the “city.”

As we enter the “city”, some of the people watch us very closely, some
glance our way, and others just ignore us or just because they dare not to
in fear. I can see the human and alien males look me up and down, but dare
no to do anything because of Kamuro at my side.

The first place we enter is a trading post of many things, run by a young
human male with shoulder length brown hair.

“Hello friend. This is the first place I-we have come to. I hope that you
may be able to help me.” Kamuro greets the young man standing behind the
sales counter.

“Greetings to you too sir. How may I be of service to you?” The young man
returns with a smile.

“I am looking for something special-explosives delay modules?” Kamuro asks
the young man as he walks to the sales counter.

“Oh? I think I may have just the thing or something quite similar. Please,
sir, follow me right this way.” The young man answers with a knowing grin.
Kamuro follows the man through a doorway beside the counter, into another
room.

“Shard, look around and see if you find anything you like.” I hear Kamuro
call to me from the other room. I carefully begin to look about the shop at
the cleanly displayed merchandise. Suddenly, something caches my eye-a
magnificent white fur of some unknown creature, perfectly preserved from the
harsh Tatooine weather.

Minutes pass, ten, fifteen-then Kamuro appears from the room carrying a
large bundle over his right shoulder, the young human merchant following
just behind.

“Did you find anything to your liking?” Kamuro asks as he makes his way to
me. I so not answer, but nod my head and look to the beautiful white fur.
Immediately, I catch a smile beginning to appear, but Kamuro keeps it
hidden.

“She would like the fur.” Kamuro informs the merchant as he hands him the
tolerable payment for the fur and the contents of the large bundle.
Immediately upon payment, the man pulls the fur from its display, carefully
folds it and places it within a special container to keep the fur preserved.
Handing the container to me, the merchant bows, then allows Kamuro and I to
leave.

We then enter a second trading post not far from the first.

“Hello friend. I am looking for something in particular. Can you help me?”
Kamuro greets the shops’ short, pudgy alien owner. It bows its head and
smiles happily.

“Good. I am looking for concussion grenades, and or, launchers.” Kamuro
tells the short alien merchant. It tilts its head and looks about in
thought, then motions for Kamuro to follow him to a doorway to an adjoining
room, and immediately I begin to look around. I find something I like, but
then changed my mind. A few minutes pass, then Kamuro appears carrying
another large bundle over his shoulder.

“Thank you sir. I hope that maybe next time you will have the other item.”
Kamuro replies as he motions for me. We leave the shop and just as we begin
to make our way down the street, we catch sight of six stormtroopers. We do
not want to stop, but double back and we make our way back to the ship in
another direction. But when we near the ship, we find many more
stormtroopers surrounding our tri-wing ship. Luckily though, the structure
to our right is an inn.

We stop for a moment, as if to talk to each other and we then quickly head
for the large inn as Kamuro keeps careful watch of our ship and the
stormtroopers.

“Hello, my name is Targias. Welcome to my humble Inn.” Announces a heavily
accented male voice coming from a tall middle aged human, wearing the
clothes of a merchant doing quite well, despite that his business is upon
the backwater planet of Tatooine. I follow Kamuro to the counter in which
the man stands behind and I listen as Kamuro speaks to the Innkeeper.

“Hello friend. I am hopping that you have a room available. We have
traveled a great distance and are in need of rest.”

“Yes, I have a room, but it is a single with a window facing toward the
south desert where that Imperial ship had landed.” Targias replies and he
glances at me standing just at Kamuro’s right side, noticing my weapons and
stalf.

“I’ll take the room.” Kamuro returns and he removes an object from his
side pocket.

“That will be 475 credits and just sign your name into the book to your
left.” Targias tells Kamuro as he places a key card upon the counter.
Placing 490 credits upon the counter, Kamuro signs the book at his left and
waits for the Innkeeper to finish the rest.

“Keep the change.”

“Thank you sir. Your room is 26-second level, and have a good night.”
Targias thanks Kamuro with a surprised smile as he watches us as we make our
way to the nearby lift.
Five minutes later, Kamuro opens the door of our room, allowing me to enter
first. And the first thing I do is plop down upon the foot of the large bed,
and close my eyes with a sigh. The door closes quietly and I then hear
Kamuro-Ra’Ven speak.

“Dawa, tonight you will sleep upon the bed while I keep watch of the ship.
I have a feeling that the stormtroopers will try to enter the ship.” I hear
him inform me as I feel-sense him moving passed me to the window. “Tomorrow
will be the day when we stand before Jabba. You must have the demeanor of a
ruthless bounty hunter at all times. It will be dangerous and
unpredictable-even more so if Boba Fett is present.”

I open my eyes and I find Kamuro standing before the window, watching the
ship carefully through a set of macrobinoculars. Carefully, I remove my
helmut from my head and rubbing my eyes, I lie back upon the soft bed behind
me.

“And Dawa, I have something else to tell you and it’s not going to help
either. Vader has contracted a bounty on you, but there is only one hunter
and he is one of the best. I do not know how close he is to finding you, nor
where he is searching. That is all the information relayed to me. I’m
sorry.” Kamuro-Ra’Ven reveals with an unhappy tone as he continues to watch
our ship. The day went on. We ate dinner at the Inn’s dinner, then went back
to the room for the night. I slept upon the bed with Ra’Ven but kept
ourselves separated by the fur he had bought me.

The next morning, he woke me early that we may prepare for the day at
Jabba the Hutt’s palace some distance away. We gather our things, checked
out of the Inn and make our way back to the ship where six stormtroopers
stand guard until its owner returns to it, which unfortunately just happens
to be us.

“Hold it right there, you two.” Orders one of the troopers as he catches
sight of us approaching the ship.

“Is this your ship?” The trooper questions us very suspiciously as he
holds his rifle pointed at us.

“Yes it is my ship. I had purchased it from the Empire some time ago. I
have all the necessary documents of sale and ownership.” Ra’Ven explains as
he hands a set of carefully folded papers to the stormtrooper. The trooper
takes the documents, inspects every detail, then contacts communications
through his personal com unit built into his helmut.

It takes a few annoying hours to satisfy the troopers and his superiors of
the ownership of the Imperial built ship. The stormtrooper angrily hands
back the paperwork to Ra’Ven and the six troopers begin to head back to the
city as Ra’Ven and I hurry into the ship, shutting the doorway hastily.
Placing our goods upon the single bed, Ra’Ven races to the cockpit and
begins liftoff procedures. Then moments later the ship lifts off and begins
our journey to Jabba’s palace.

It takes only twenty minutes to reach the palace and carefully landing the
ship upon the landing platform, we find that we landed next to another
ship-beside Boba Fett’s ship, the Slave I. Preparing to leave, I grab my
stalf and rifle as Ra’Ven hides his lightsabre within the folds of his
clothing and a blaster in his right hip holster.

Part IV

As we step out of the ship, we are immediately greeted by a humanoid being
with two thick, long head tails wrapped loosely about his shoulders. Bib
Fortuna-a Twi’lik.

“Greetings. You must be Kamuro, my master has been expecting you. I am Bib
Fortuna. Please excuse the celebration, the bounty hunter Boba Fett has
returned with a bounty only minutes ago.” The alien, Bib Fortuna, greets us
in his kinds’ language, which Ra’Ven and I can understand.

“I do not like to wait either, so please lead us to Jabba, that we may
finish our business agreement.” Ra’Ven informs Fortuna with an agitated
posture.

“Oh, yes, certainly. Follow me please.” The Twi’lik responds with
understanding. Immediately, Ra’Ven and I are lead to a doorway, then into
the massive palace. I can hardly see a thing, but I utilize the viewplate of
my helmut to improve my vision. As we follow Fortuna through corridors and
passageways, I can hear distant music and singing and it slowly grows louder
and louder, until we finally enter Jabba’s throne room.

All about the room, I see beings of all kinds and genders, and then I
notice Jabba. He is like a fat massive slug with two short stubby arms and a
giant head with a large mouth and huge slitted eyes. We follow Fortuna to
the floor of the room, then we are told to wait. Then Fortuna makes his way
to Jabba’s left side and quietly informs his master of our presence.

“Ah! The Mercenary! Bring him and his companion before me.” Jabba orders
the Twi’lik majordomo. Returning to us, Fortuna ushers us before the massive
creature called Jabba the Hutt. As soon as Ra’Ven and I stood before Jabba,
the music abruptly stops-silence falling throughout the room.

“Greetings, lord Jabba. I see that a bounty has been returned to you-a
good reason to celebrate. But I have come to collect the merchandise you
personally promised me-and I do not wish to depart Tatooine without it.”
Ra’Ven greets Jabba, then quickly gets down to business.

“Yes, yes. I have your goods, mercenary, but first tell me, who is this
female accompanying you?” Jabba replies with his loud deep voice, in
huttinese. I can sense Jabba looking me over very carefully-as does everyone
else within the room. Ra’Ven turns to me in question, silently asking if he
may fulfill Jabba’s curiosity of me. But I step forward with all the courage
I can muster and I speak.

“I am Shard. Bounty hunter from the planet Alderaan.” I announce myself in
my own language, but is altered to a different language: the speech
synthesizer.

“Too bad, I hoped that you brought Shard to dance with my beautiful Oola
here.” I hear Jabba exclaim out loud with a laugh as he tugged upon a golden
chain connected about the neck of a beautiful green skin female Twi’lik, who
sits beside Jabba. Instantly, I am filled with vomitous disgust as I see
Jabba open his massive mouth and run his slimy tongue over his bottom lip at
me. I do not react and I try to keep myself composed as best I am able.

“Boba Fett better be careful, he certainly has his work cutout for
himself-competition from none other than a female bounty hunter.” Jabba
remarks, then returns his attention back to Ra’Ven and their business at
hand. “Kamuro, your merchandise is being loaded aboard your ship as we
speak.”

“Then our business is done, lord Jabba.” Ra’Ven announces and just as we
are about to turn and exit the room…

“Wait, Kamuro-Shard, stay and celebrate with us-then you may depart at
nightfall.” The Hutt invites us, but is ordering us to remain. Ra’Ven turns
back to Jabba and bows in acceptance. “It will be our pleasure, my lord.”

“Well then, let us begin the celebration, my friends!” Jabba exclaims out
loud and instantly, the music begins again; everyone begins to celebrate
once again with dancing, talking and eating, as Jabba happily looks on (if a
Hutt can “look” happy).

Ra’Ven and I carefully make our way about the room insearch of a place to
sit and wait the remainder of the day out. As I follow closely behind
Ra’Ven, I glance about the room at all the many different species. And then,
suddenly, I freeze in my tracks as I find my eyes falling upon one of the
most dangerous and greatest bounty hunters in the galaxy-Boba Fett, leaning
against a wall, cradling his rifle against his green armored chest as he
watches Oola begin to dance. Then, as if he had been watching me instead, I
find him looking in my direction. He nods his helmeted head with hunters’
respect, surprising me. As a bounty hunter, he recognizes me as a kindred
spirit and the idea of it gives me confidence. In return, I bow to Fett,
then quickly I turn back to find Ra’Ven sitting in an out of the way place,
and making my way to him, I lean back against the metal wall behind me.

I watch the musicians play their instruments and the beautiful slave
dancer Oola dance to the desires of Jabba. But I cannot help but watch Boba
Fett with curiosity and fascination. His mysteriousness I find to be
incredibly alluring.

The hours pass slowly and finally night comes-but the celebration will no
doubt continue through the night. Ra’Ven thanks Jabba and informs him of our
departure. Again the Twi’lik majordomo leads Ra’Ven and I to the landing
platform where our ship waits.

“Thank you for remaining, lord Jabba does not like it when his business
associates leave abruptly. I understand you wish to depart tonight, but it
is late and my lord has given permission for you to remain until tomorrow in
your ship.” Bib Fortuna informs us as we reach the ship outside.

“Thank you. I believe we shall take up his offer. We are too exhausted to
travel.”

The Twi’lik leaves us as we enter our ship and immediately, Ra’Ven seals
the doorway from the inside-to keep out the riff-raff that may come along
during the night. Tiredly, I put away my weapons in the compartment above
the bed as Ra’Ven makes his way to the cockpit. I remove my helmut and
disguise piece by piece, then slipped into my nightgown.

“I want you to sleep upon the bed. I’m going to keep watch as you sleep.
No telling what may happen tonight.” Ra’Ven tells me, leaning against the
cockpit doorframe, watching me with concern. As I lay down upon the bed, I
watch sleepily as he covers me with the fur he had bought for me on Tatooine
and then wrapped a dark brown blanket about himself.
Slowly, one by one, Ra’Ven turns out the ships’ interior lighting-except the
dim lighting running along the sides of the floor, from the cockpit where he
will keep watch through the night.

Hours later, I wake to find Ra’Ven eating a piece of dried meat. “I need
you to get dressed. We will be leaving soon-headed for Alderaan, where I
drop off the cargo.” He informs me as he returns to the cockpit that I may
dress with a little privacy. In an instant I am out of bed and dressing in
my hunters’ guise, but I leave the helmut and side arm lying upon the head
of the bed. Ra’Ven begins the liftoff procedures just as I sit in the
copilots seat beside him.

Within minutes, the ship slowly rises from the platform, the sings fall
into place and with a blast of the engines, the ship darts upward and
vanishes in the clear blue morning sky.

With a jolt, the ship drops from hyperspace as we near the planet
Alderaan. Alderaan, home planet of Princess Leia Organa and Bail Organa of
the Clone Wars.

In a matter of hours, the ship enters Alderaan’s atmosphere and finally,
the stolen Imperial ship lands upon a raised landing platform just beyond a
grouping of warehouse-looking buildings, outside a great city almost as
beautiful as Queen Amidala’s capital city: Theed of Naboo, in the time of
the Old Republic.

Ra’Ven had landed the ship upon a privately owned landing platform, owned
by the Rebellion through a person, left unnamed, for security, as he had put
it. “Dawa, gather your things while I speak to the loaders of the cargo in
the hold. When I’m done, I’m getting rooms for us. You can see all of the
city you want while I take care of business here on Alderaan.”

I gather my things as soon as Ra’Ven disappears down the gangplank below
the cockpit of the ship. Suddenly, just as I raise my arms to remove my
hunters’ weapons from the compartment above the bed, I receive a feeling
very foreign and disturbing to me-intense danger. It feels as though it is a
de javue, but I seem to know that it is part of the future-the near future.
And then, just as suddenly as the feeling came upon me, it
disappears-leaving me filled with confusion, fear and disbelief.

Trying to not let what I had felt faze me, I finish packing by placing my
bag and resealed fur container, along with my hunters’ weapons and helmut,
upon the bed before me. With nothing else to do, I activate the holoscreen
to the local news channel and I watch the news as I eat a few strips of
dried meat to satiate my hunger for the time being. And of course-there is
nothing good on except Imperial sanctioned crap.

An hour passes, and finally, Ra’Ven returns to the ship. He says nothing as
he picks up my bag as I quickly place my helmut upon my head-being careful
to have my hair out of the hole upon the upper back of the helmut and
placing my blaster in its holster, I take my stalf into my hand as I strap
the rifle across my back. Then, together, Ra’Ven and I leave for the great
city a short distance away.

I follow Ra’Ven wide eyed with awe into the city, through its busy
streets, until we enter a place called Alderaan Suites. This time, for the
length we are here, my name is Khasion, and you are my bodyguard Syphre
(sounds like cipher). I have business on Alderaan with merchandise
distributors at the Ti-grin distribution warehouses just outside the city.
Understand?” Ra’Ven whispers to me carefully and critically. I nod my head
in answer as we approach the register desk, where three human males of
various adult ages stand behind. I do not follow Ra’Ven-Khasion to the desk
but remain near by, standing beside a large white and grey marble
pillar-“keeping watch of my employer.” “Two adjoining rooms, please.”
Ra’Ven-Khasion request of one of the human males behind the registry desk.

It takes almost fifteen minutes before Khasion steps away from the desk
and approaches me with two keycards in his right hand. With a glance to me,
I follow Khasion to a nearby lift. Exiting the lift on the sixth story of
the hotel, I follow closely behind Khasion down the red carpeted corridor to
our right to a door with the numbers 223 upon it in golden lettering and
gives the matching keycard to me after opening the door for me. “Here, take
these. I want you to becareful here too. Shop, relax, see the city-but keep
in mind that you’re a hunted woman and he could be just around the next
corner. I’ll be back later, when the rest of my business is taken care of.”
He places a leather purse in my right hand. And without another word, he
gives me my bag then turns and stops at the door just down the wall we had
just passed only moments before. Then with one final glance, I enter my
room, the door closing automatically behind me.

Inside, I find myself in awe-instantly feeling as though I am royalty. It
is elegant, massive and unlike any other room I have ever been in-walls of
creamy white, chairs and a couch of white leather and silk in the center of
the first room. When I enter the sleeping chamber, I find a massive
four-post canopy bed covered with pillows and soft blankets the colors of
sunset. I am absolutely excited and I feel the need to explore my new
surrounds-the city.
Quickly, I tear out of my bounty hunters’ guise-throwing everything upon the
bed and diving into my bag, I pull out the red body suit, boots, gloves,
chain belted skirt and hooded white cloak that Ra’Ven had given me a few
days ago.

When I am dressed, and had prepared my hair and face, I remove the black
box containing the lightsabre Princess Leia had given to me, from the bag. I
carefully lift the hinged lid of the box and slipping my fingers about the
silvery metal hilt, I gingerly lift it from its protective housing. I know
that I may come into danger and I may at some point need a special weapon to
protect myself-the lightsabre. Knowing how safe a deactivated sabre is, I
attach a thin silken black cord, from about the nearby drapes, to the hidden
ring upon the butt of the sabre and tying the cord securely in a way that I
can quickly undo, to a loop of my chain belt, letting the lightsabre hang at
my right side. I know that anything Jedi is banned and to be found with
anything that could be Jedi would result in very unpleasant consequences.
But a lightsabre has remained a much feared and respected weapon-no matter
who wields it. Besides, I am one to not follow rules-or laws, for that
matter, and it looks good on me!

Placing the rooms’ keycard inside the purse with the credits Ra’Ven had
given me, and tying the purse strings to my belt, I wrap my cloak about my
shoulders. But remembering the clasp is shaped in the form of the
Rebellion’s emblem, I clasp my cloak on the inside to hide my obvious Rebel
affiliation. After putting away my things in their right places, I leave
Alderaan Suites and began to walk along the streets. Finding that I am
passing by shops, I begin to window shop-something I have always wanted to
do in a city like this.

After two hours of window shopping as I walk along the walkways, I enter a
shop that sells women’s clothing. I just had to buy a beautiful nightgown
the colors of the setting sun and a pair of matching sandals. I enter
another shop, only finding a single stoned chain belt that would match my
hunters’ disguise very well. But as I leave the shop, I am instantly
overcome with the sense that someone is watching me-from a distance.
Instantly I am filled with fear and seeing a transport craft nearing me, I
quickly call for it. Jumping hastily into the back of the craft, I request
the human driver to return me to Alderaan Suites. Within twenty minutes, I
am standing once again before the main entrance of the hotel, the transport
speeding off after I paid the driver. And entering the hotel, I return to my
quarters.

Finally, in the security of my suite, I take a deep breath as I take my
bags into my sleeping chamber, and placing them upon the floor, I sit down
upon the foot of the bed.
“* Maybe it’s just my imagination. *” I think to myself, “Maybe I am
becoming
paranoid. *” I then remember hearing about something almost exactly like my
strange new insights of knowing things before they happen and my strangely
heightened senses. Beings sensitive to the Force receive such insights and
have unusually heightened senses. Maybe…as absurd as it sounds, I maybe just
as sensitive to the Force as Ra’Ven-and maybe Darth Vader is. Now I remember
that I shook the Twin Towers of Alta with my mind-I had focused all my
emotions, including fear, together and channeled everything and combined
them with the Force. But I am nowhere near a Jedi Knight or as powerful as a
Jedi Master. I do though have a right and the rights to use the lightsabre
given to me by Princess Leia.

Suddenly I realize that I had been sitting upon my bed, thinking for over
three hours and now my stomach is growling loudly with hunger. Immediately,
I decide to go out to eat-eat an exquisite meal like I have never had
before! I stand to my feet and I once again leave the hotel once again. With
the Rodian drivers’ suggestion, I eat at a high priced and highly elegant
restaurant called the Twilight Sun-eating a four-course meal to be exact.
Leaving the restaurant happily full, I decide to walk back to the hotel some
distance away-to work off the heavy meal I had just ate.

Walking a steady pace. Enjoying my surroundings and breathing in the clean
cool Fall Alderaan air. Then suddenly, I feel the presence of someone
watching me and immanent danger. I am instantly filled with fear and I begin
to walk faster. But only completing four sped up steps-out of nowhere, I
feel massive strong arms wrap tightly about me from behind, a huge hand
covering my mouth before I could scream. I am lifted off my feet as I begin
to fight my captor-thrashing in his arms; then I am overcome by shadow as I
am backed into a dark alley out of sight anyone upon the street. “You were
too easily captured, Dawa Karzon. I thought you would be more of a
challenge.” I hear a husky, deep and powerful human male voice exclaim as I
continue to fight his vice-like arms about me. I kick him between his legs
easily because of my size, and gasping instantly in pain, he turns into the
alley and throws me to the ground.

“That was not nice. Maybe I have underestimated you.” He speaks as he
steps into a beam of sunlight. He is tall, with muscular broad shoulders,
and massive arms and legs. His face is hidden behind a mask, his dark
brown-almost black eyes visible through eyeholes, and he wears armor upon
his shoulders, forearms, chest, thighs and lower legs, over black clothing,
gloves and black boots.

I find myself frozen with fear. I cannot move to defend myself. But I then
remember the lightsabre at my side, beneath my cloak, and it gives me the
courage I need to stand up to the massive bounty hunter standing before me
like a predator who has cornered its prey. But I am not helpless-if you
corner a frightened animal it may attack to defend itself.

Defiantly, I stand to my feet before the hunter, fury coursing through
every inch of my body. “I will not surrender so easily-not without a fight.”
I exclaim in defiance, as I with my left hand unclasp my cloak while with
the other I secretly grasp hold of the lightsabre, preparing to fight.

“Oh really now. And how are you going to do that?” The bounty hunter
exclaims with a humored chuckle that echoes throughout the alleyway. "You
are no match for me!"

"With this!" I return as I throw my cloak to the ground as I grasp the
hilt of my lightsabre before me and I activate it-a long glowing violet beam
of energy emerges from its end pointed away from me. Immediately I see
surprise in my hunter's eyes as he finds his quarry wielding a
lightsabre-ready to fight for her life.

"You wield a Jedi sabre. Impressive. Now, I will finally destroy a Jedi,
and what's even better is that the Jedi is female." My hunter retorts with
pleasure at the very thought of killing a Jedi. "So, if it is a fight you
want-it's a fight you will certainly have!" He finishes as he removes his
weapon from his right side. His weapon is a lightsabre as well, to my
disbelief, but with a jade colored energy beam emerging from its top.

Instantly, I enter a fighters' stance, holding the deadly blade of my
lightsabre before me-ready for the fight of my life. Then suddenly, the
hunter charges at me, swings his blade and it hits the blade of my
sabre-instantly sending off sparks of brilliant colors from where they meet.
He then swings again at me and I block the path of his deadly blade before
it could fall upon me.

I fight in the defensive, defending myself against the bounty hunter's
assault. I did not anticipate the use of body parts-he did by using his foot
before I could swing my blade at him: suddenly, out of nowhere, I see a
black booted foot and immediately I cry aloud in pain as the foot impacts my
stomach. I step back away from the attack, holding my lightsabre before me
with one hand as I hold to my stomach with the other.

He then throws an object at me and knocks my lightsabre from my hand,
rendering me defenseless-except by hand to hand combat, but the hunter still
wields his lightsabre. With almost no way of taking the bounty hunter's
lightsabre from him, I lash out at him with the Force-with my mind, I take
hold of the sabre and suddenly I rip it from his grasp. Then instantly, I
charge at him and leaping into the air, I plant my feet upon his muscular
chest-pushing him back a few steps.

He growls at me in fury and charges at me full speed, but I duct out of
his path. Then, just as my fist is flying toward the hunters' head, he grabs
my wrist with one hand and hits me in the face with the back of the other
clenched into a fist.

Immediately disorientated, I fall to my hands and knees, unable to stand.
Then taking the advantage of my state, he takes hold of my hair and sitting
me upon my knees, he punches me in the face. Instantly, I feel myself fly
backward and land hard upon my back on the ground.

Weak and in pain, I roll over onto my stomach and just as I am about to
push myself up from the ground, I cry out in pain as something slashes at me
back several times. I lay upon the ground, my body now numb with pain as
blood streams from my wounds.

Moments after, I feel myself being rolled onto my back and opening my tear
filled eyes, I find my hunter standing over me, a metal claw-fingered glove
upon his left hand.

"You should know better than to kill your bounty unless your client
permits it-and he has not, Berakus." I hear the mechanical voice of a male
speak in common. The voice is unlike anything I have ver heard before and I
find it very alluring despite that it sounds mechanical, but I cannot see
its owner anywhere.

Then, in disbelief, I find the unmistakable bounty hunter Boba Fett
standing behind Berakus, my hunter, holding his rifle aimed at Berakus's
back. Instantly, Berakus turns about, finding Boba Fett behind him.

"Boba Fett?! I will not allow you to take her-she is mine!" Berakus
exclaims in fury as he steps from over me.

"I wonder what Lord Vader would do if he was to learn that you killed your
bounty when Vader had specifically told you he wanted her alive?" Fett
continues, trying to enrage Berakus and he succeeds, for instantly Berakus
charges at Boba Fett at full speed. But he abruptly stops and collapses to
the ground. I then notice the smoke coming form the barrel of Fett's
rifle-Boba Fett shot Berakus and now he lies motionless at Fett's feet.

Then Boba Fett looks to me. Then he moves toward me, standing at my left
side. He stands over me for a few eternity lasting moments, then carefully,
he falls to his knees beside me as he lays his rifle between us. Slowly, he
raises his gloved hands and gently strokes my hair back from over my sticky
face. I flinch at first to the warm leathery touch.

Suddenly he rises to his feet, moving to where my sabre and cloak had
fallen, picks them up and returns to my side. Falling to his knees beside me
again, and tying my sabre to my belt, he covers me with my cloak to keep me
warm from shock. I watch helplessly frozen with fear and pain-unable to
speak and grasp the reason why the galaxies most fearsome and dangerous
bounty hunter save me from Berakus.

Suddenly, I find myself laying across Fett's arms, his rifle lying upon me.
I look upon his mask in fear, not knowing if he is going to take me to Vader
or something that I am unable to consider. I can feel that he is walking and
he carries me with greatest of care and ease.

"He is notorious for killing his quarry. I could not let him hurt you-I
had to save you." Then that is the last thing I hear as I fall to sleep in
his arms-not from shock, but exhaustion.

Hours pass like minutes and I wake to pain like I have never felt before
in my life. My back burns with pain, but I notice something covering my back
where it hurts, then be removed. I cry out in pain as I feel soft fingertips
run along my bare back. Instantly, I try to sit up, but am quickly stopped.

"Easy-easy now. I know it hurts, but I must tend to your wounds before
they become infected." I hear the mechanical male voice again and I feel my
body tense up as I realize the voice belongs to Boba Fett. I carefully look
over my shoulder and I find Fett sitting beside me. I look upon him, I am
strangely drawn to him by his mysteriousness, and the gentleness and
compassion that has never been seen before.

"Only a few days ago, I heard about a contract putout upon a female
Rebellion spy by Darth Vader. Her name was Dawa Karzon. Vader had hired the
bounty hunter Berakus to hunt her down and bring her to Vader. Then hours
later, an informant for the Empire gave information to Berakus, telling him
that his quarry travels with a Jedi named Ra'Ven to the planet
Tatooine-under disguise as a female bounty hunter named Shard. There, upon
Tatooine, Ra'Ven aka Kamuro and Shard aka Dawa Karzon, were to meet Jabba
the Hutt and conduct business secretly for the Rebellion." Boba Fett begins
to tell a story, but one that fills me with great fear as he tells it while
he continues to clean my wounds. "Then the pair were headed for Alderaan to
finish the business started with Jabba, at a privately owned storage
facility at the city of Omas Karata." Then Fett pauses. "He knew exactly
where to find you, but I had followed your ship to Alderaan. When you had
arrived at Jabba's palace, I knew already who you truly where-I just
pretended not to. I accepted you as a fellow bounty hunter to keep your
secret. I know that you are the hunted woman Dawa Karzon, wanted by the
Empire and Darth Vader."

Instantly upon hearing the he knew who I truly am, terror flashes through
me like lightning.

"Y-you know." I reply with realization that I have no chance in hell of
escaping-and no where that I can hide from Boba Fett. I know that he can
sense me fear and he can see me tremble before him.

"You have no need to fear me, I will not harm you nor present you to
Vader. And now, by doing so I am risking everything to protect you." Fett
explains as he finishes cleaning my wounds and places a covering upon it,
all with an unusually gentle touch.

Opening my eyes, I raise my head and I begin to look about my
surroundings. I find myself back in my suite, lying naked on my stomach upon
the bed, it's sheets pulled down about me rear.

"W-where is Ra'Ven?" I ask, concern entering my thoughts and immediately I
sit up as I pull the sheet about me. I look to Boba Fett for an answer.

"I informed him of your run in with Berakus and of your injuries. He was
concerned, but knew that he must leave. I explained to him I would protect
you and it would be mush safer for him to leave you with me."

"What do you mean?" I ask Fett straightforward, not quite understanding
what he was trying to tell me.

"Now that Berakus is dead, the contract out on you will be open
contract-any bounty hunter from here to Coruscant and farther will be
hunting you. Ra'Ven too, will be hunted and if you were with him when he is
finally cornered-that's it! It is best that you two are separated. I will
protect you and hide you from sight. I would give my last dying breath to
protect you." Boba Fett explains to me as he stands to his feet from the bed
and moves to the large window overlooking the city, not far from the bed.

"He left me with you. I understand, as Ra'Ven does. He agrees-I can hear
it in his mind as is ship even now rises up from the landing pad of the
storage facility. He leaves with a heavy heart." I reply as my mind returns
to me and I then look to Fett-finding him looking at me with his helmeted
head cocked at an angle.

"You are Force sensitive as the Jedi Ra'Ven? Then you too, must be a Jedi as
well." Fett speaks with noticeable surprise in his mechanical voice, not
having known that the Force is with me.

"The Force. Yes, I am sensitive to the Force as Ra'Ven is, but a Jedi I am
not. I do not possess the training and understanding that a Jedi has of the
Force. I only know that I am able to use it as a Jedi would. And my
lightsabre was a gift from a princess." I reply as I carefully stand from
the bed, holding tightly to the sheet about my naked body. Cautiously, I
move toward Boba Fett as he peers out the suite window and standing beside
him, I sigh with frustration.

"Dawa, we need to leave Alderaan as quickly and as soon as
possible-tonight. Imperial stardestroyers are hot no your trail-they're
almost to Alderaan. I have just intercepted a transmission from the Imperial
stardestroyers to the locally posted stormtroopers, just beyond the solar
system." Boba Fett turns to me and announces with haste.

"I agree, but where are we to go?" I question Fett with concern. Then
suddenly, I become dizzy and lightheaded and loosing my balance, I fall into
Fett's arms-passing out once again.

Carefully, Boba Fett picks her up into his arms and returns her sleeping
body upon the bed. As she sleeps, he packs her things into her bag and
finding her nightgown and sandals, he dresses Dawa in them. Ready to leave,
Boba Fett wraps her white cloak about her to cover her almost sheer
nightgown. Carefully, Boba Fett picks her up form the bed-she will be first
to be taken to his ship, the Slave I, and then he will return for Dawa's
things.

*******

Slowly, my body wakes. I can feel myself lying upon a cushiony soft, plush
surface. Taking a waking deep breath, I slowly open my eyes. At first, my
lids do not cooperate with me, but soon I open them and I look about me. I
find myself in a dark room, the only lighting is a single dim fixture above
me-most likely upon the ceiling, shinning down
upon me. I sit up and I find myself sitting upon my white fur, bought by
Ra'Ven, lying out upon a huge bed on the metal floor. Then looking upon
myself, I find that I am wearing the sunset colored nightgown and matching
sandals that I had bought on Alderaan.

Becoming scared as I realize that I am alone, but I can sense someone's
presence-I just cannot determine who or how close nor how far the person is.

"Fett!" I cry out unconsciously in isolation, tears beginning to stream
from my eyes. Then as I begin to cry, Boba Fett steps into the light and
falling to his knees before me, he suddenly takes me into his arms
Compassion from Fett is never seen, but he allows himself before me. As he
holds me gently in his deceivingly strong arms, I lay my head upon his
armored chest and I notice his breathing is flustered and his heart
thundering in my ear. Gently, Fett strokes the loose long white hair, trying
to comfort me as best he can.

He holds me in his arms for almost twenty minutes when it hits me-I have
feelings for Fett! Very strong feelings-I love one of the most dangerous and
best bounty hunters in the known galaxy! And then I can feel my body begin
to ache for him-to make love to me here and now, and I can feel my insides
up between my thighs become tender and sensitive with a strange feeling.

I raise my head from Fett's chest and I look up at him, upon his helmut,
at the black viewplate where his eyes hide. Carefully, I enter his mind, but
I dare not go too far in his mind. I listen briefly to his thoughts, and
what I hear immediately surprises me.

"Oh Dawa, how I love you and ache to be within you. I know hardly a thing
about you, yet with my heart, body, mind, and soul. I love you Dawa Karzon."
His thoughts reflect my own and using the Force, I speak to him as I look
into his hidden eyes.

"As do I love you Boba Fett-our hearts sing the same song and our bodies
ache for eachother like nothing else. Now, I give myself to you-untouched by
any other-until you. Ravage me until our bodies are spent-NOW!" I urge as I
continue to look upon him, awaiting a reaction to my revelation.

"Now." He finally answers with his mind as I continue to listen to his
thoughts.

Carefully, he slips his arms from about me and gently places his right
hand upon the left side of my face and slowly begins to glide his gloved
hand down the back of my head. Then taking his hand back, he begins to
carefully remove his wrist gauntlets, lying them upon the bed beside him. He
removes the grew leather gloves from his hands, revealing perfect human male
hands.

Raising his hands beneath his chin, he works to undo the safety strap and
then placing his hands upon the sides of his helmut, he carefully begins to
lift it form atop his mysterious head.

*******
~ From here, on is all speculation. No one quite knows what Fett looks like,
so I am writing him as I believe him to be. And based on the information
from Episode II, Fett is most likely a thirty plus year old man during the
reign of the Empire. ~

*******

Then, I find myself looking upon the handsomest man I have ever seen. He has
short dirty blonde hair and intense blue eyes-like ice almost. His facial
structure is perfect-a strong, slightly squared jaw, cheekbones that define
the muscles through his clean shaven white (caucasian) skin. His hairline is
perfect, but I notice an almost invisible scar upon the right side of his
jaw. Still though, Boba Fett, despite his mysteriousness, he is so handsome
that many females would flock to him and throw themselves upon him to have
him. I find myself intoxicated by his natural beauty and I realize that I am
the luckiest woman in all the galaxy to be loved by the handsome and deadly
Boba Fett.

Carefully, we look into one another's eyes with wonder and
curiosity-wanting to know every little thing about eachother. "* OH, his so
beautiful-I think I'm about to cry! *" I exclaim mentally as I find the very
decorations of the irises of his eyes to be beautiful.

Cautiously, I raise my right hand to touch his face and to my surprise, he
does not stop me-he just closes his eyes as I place my hand upon the left
side of his face. And as his eyes are closed, I carefully move closer to
him-then I gently pressed my lips against his. I feel him flinch but not
pull away and immediately, I feel him take me into his arms-our lips
parting, interlocking, our tongues gently playing with one another.

I feel him softly slide the thin straps of my nightgown over my shoulder
one at a time. Then his soft lips begins to move to my cheek, to my neck,
shoulders, and the exposed skin of my chest-caressing me and kissing me with
his soft, gentle lips. Everywhere his lips touch, my skin begins to burn
with a strange fire that slowly begins to makes its way down my body to the
area between my legs. My heart thunders in my chest and my breath becomes in
ragged gasps of pleasure as my insides become wet and throbbing with need.

I pull away from him carefully, I stand to me feet and standing before
Fett, I let my nightgown fall about my feet. Totally naked, I stand before
the kneeling Boba Fett without fear, allowing him to look over me young
athletic body. Nervously though, I close me eyes and I wait for something
–anything to happen. Then suddenly I gasp softly as I feel his fingertips
gently touch my breasts and moments after, my stomach muscles flinch as I
feel Fett's lips upon my belly-softly, gently kissing me. I can feel his
still clothed body against my legs as he moves his hands allover my body and
I find myself becoming intensely aroused by these new sensations.

Slowly, Fett stands to his feet as he moves his lips up my body, when I
instantly gasp out loud as the most sensitive center of my right breast
enters his mouth-engulfing it deep into his mouth as he sucks upon it. I
moan softly with feeling as Fett's hot slick tongue licks and plays with the
nub of my breast-agitating both my nubs into attention.

As his mouth moves from breast to breast, the sensation is causing my
insides between my legs to twitch and surge with a strange feeling foreign
to me. Then, just as suddenly as he began, he abruptly stops with a kiss
upon my lips. I open my eyes with a moan of longing.

"Hold that thought-I will return shortly." He informs me as he steps away
from me, picks up his gloves, gauntlets and helmut, returning to the shadows
from where he had first appeared.

I sit back down upon the bed, I take off my sandals and grabbing my
nightgown, I place them together beside the bed upon the metal floor. I lay
back upon the fur covered bed and covering my naked body with a sheer sheet,
I sense Fett not far-removing his bounty hunters' guise piece by piece. I
then "turn off" my connection to the Force and I close
my eyes.

Minutes pass and I then feel Boba Fett's lips press against mine as I
sense him hovering over me. Opening my eyes, I look into his blue ones with
desire and I do not look away.

"Make love to me-here and now." I murmur in a whisper, my need for him all
too noticeable within my voice and demeanor. Giving me his answer, he throws
the sheet from over my naked body as he parts my legs as far as they can go
with his and kneeling between my parted and bent legs, he looks into my eyes
as if asking me if I am ready. Answering him, I feverishly mouth the word
"yes".

Immediately I flinch with a soft gasp as I feel his fingers touch me
between my legs and with his tow fingers, he gently separates my wet hot
lips as he suddenly thrusts himself into me. I gasp out loud in pain and
discomfort. His gender inside me feels odd and good at the same time as the
initial pain subsides. My lids are awash with vibrant swirling colors and my
body feels as though I am lighter that a feather-I feel as though I am
flying!

Holding his body up upon his forearms at my sides, he begins to move
inside me, in and out-his exposed silken skin rubbing and pulling upon my
insides. As he moves within me, we quietly gasp and moan with every
movement. I can feel myself grow tighter about him, causing Fett to work
harder and that causes him to push against my insides end-which increases
the amount of feeling. I can feel tears beginning to slip from my eyes with
every moment of our intense lovemaking. Slowly, I can feel myself climbing
to an invisible peak and looking upon Fett's face, I find it distorted with
tension and feeling-he too is close to his peak.

Moments pass, and suddenly I cry out with force as I reach my peak and
feeling as though I am falling, the world spinning about me as my insides
convulses with almost choking contractions-squeezing Fett within me. Then
moments after, I feel Fett thrust himself into me one final and painful
time-the farthest that he has ever gone and immediately, I hear him grunt
out with force, releasing his built up tension, shooting his fiery essence
into me.

Our bodies hot, tired and sweaty, we smile at eachother and we kiss
softly. Carefully, he removes himself and lying his tired body at my left
side, he pulls the sheer covers over us as he pulls me into him. Slowly, we
fall fast to sleep.

Slowly I wake and immediately my eyes pop open as I realize that I am
along-again, Fett's presence distant. Lying upon my back, I begin to sit up
when I gasp aloud in terrible pain-my insides hurt beyond measure and my
thigh muscles are horribly strained. I quickly lie back down upon the bed,
trying to sum up the strength I need to stand up. And doing so, I leap up
from the bed, holding the sheer sheet about my cold naked body.

Closing my eyes, I search for Fett's presence through the Force and I find
him sitting in the cockpit of his ship, which I am in a small room just
behind.

"* Boba Fett, my lover, come to me, I miss you. *" I speak to Fett through
the Force and moments after, I smile with relief as I see a totally
redressed Boba Fett appear before me. Lovingly, he takes me into his arms
and holds me gently to him as I lay my head upon his armored chest.
Surprisingly, I find the green metal armor not at all cold, but warmed by
his body heat. Slowly, though, I begin to shiver in his arms as my skin is
suddenly covered by hair-raising goosebumps. Soon even my teeth are
chattering in my mouth.

Instantly, I hear Fett chuckle with realization that I am very cold
despite standing beneath the blaring light above us. He leaves me standing
as he walks into the darkness. Then returning with my cloak, he gently wraps
it about me. Wrapping his arms about me as he stands behind me, I close my
eyes and lay me head back upon Fett's shoulder. Instantly, I can feel my
body begin to warm, even my feet as I stand upon the edge of a thick piece
of carpeting as Fett stands upon the metal floor.

Then suddenly I gasp out in pain when Fett's wandering hand pushes against
my lower belly. Instantly, Fett removes his hand with concern.

"I hurt you. Last night was your first time-I should have been move
careful. I am sorry-it's just that it has been so long since…" Fett tries to
explain as he gently kisses my right cheek with a sigh.

"No, do not be sorry, besides, I am able to "turn off" my pain by using
the Force. You alone are not responsible for my pain-I also contributed to
it." I reply, trying to reassure Fett as I feel my pain begin to gradually
fade as I use the Force.

~ End (for now) ~