Note: The parts involving Silver are completed. If
Katte wishes to edit the parts that were written by
her, she is welcome to revise her work.

SexKatte
The Katte and Aggy

The katte prowled into the cantina tail lashing in
agitation. She really did hate terminating contracts
like that she really did. Her former liege had just
been a real pain in the arse, and then he betrayed her
by trying to torture her into telling where her home
planet was so he could sell kattes as slaves. Slaves!
The katte race! The very thought made her laugh, as
did the image of her former liege with that torture
instrument shoved up his. . .

Anyway, here was this silly cantina, and her new
assignment was to attach herself to a girl named
Silver Jedi. Of all places why did she have to be in
this seedy little backwater of a planet? Who cared
what kind of entertainment the Hutts made available!
The place still left a lot to be desired. She settled
her huge panther shaped body into a booth and licked
her silver-tipped black fur disdainfully.

In the shadowed corner of the room she could see two
men sitting at another booth. One looked as at home
here as any other smuggler. The other looked a little
uncomfortable but hid it well. Both were very sexy and
cute. The katte's baby blue shot with palest pink eyes
grew bright with interest as she watched the two of
them talking. The blond one was especially cute.
Perhaps they would stay long enough to make it worth
her while to be in this dingy place.

Noticing the strange glances being given to what
appeared to be a wild beast, the katte shifted into
human form when no one was watching. She flicked her
long black hair just tipped with silver over her
shoulders. Her pupils remained slitted like a cat's
and her ears were just a little bit pointed. What
katte ever wanted to shift fully out of katte form?
This human form had its uses however. The katte
grinned and returned some of the appreciative glances
she was now getting. She stretched her lithe form to
show off her attributes a little more. She was
disappointed when the blond guy didn't even glance at
her. She ordered a drink and sat waiting for this
Silver Jedi.

# # #

Silver cursed the sand, the heat, the planet itself.
Gods it was hot, the rays of the twin suns driving
into her skin like daggers. It had only been a few
moments since she had left the small room she had
rented and already her loose silk shirt was crawling
against her skin.

If there was a way for a Jedi to deflect heat, or to
at least ignore it, she had not learned the technique.
Jedi were supposed to exhibit patience, but Silver's
temper was steadily beginning to fray. It felt like
the suns were trying to devour her. Mentally she
winced as the khaki colored trousers began to cling to
the flair of her hips. She resisted the urge to
scratch like some flea-bitten animal and hurried to
the cantina.

*If any planet could turn a Jedi to the Darkside, it's
Tatooine.*

One of her contacts from her less honest days had told
her about this cat. Or Katte as Jay had quickly
corrected. Silver had never seen, let alone heard of
Kattes before, but according to the man's description,
the being seemed to be the sort of creature that a
woman would want at her side when she was looking for
trouble.

Of course, Silver never had to look for trouble. She
couldn't help grinning as she remembered the various
escapades that had made her life interesting. *I
don't have to look for trouble, coz it's always
looking for me.*

Silver entered the cantina slowly, keeping her body
near the doorframe as her green eyes adjusted to the
darkened interior. She wrinkled her nose at the odor
of liquor and various types of smoke drifted by her
face. Breathing as deeply as she could without
getting intoxicated by the various fumes, Silver
suddenly felt more like herself than she had in many
years.

Unlike most Jedi, Silver thought of this place, and
the thousands of run-down bars scattered across the
galaxy, as home. She was a strange contradiction that
defied the legends of the Jedi. Few of those
almost-mythical peacekeepers had spent their childhood
serving drinks in a cantina like this one and almost
none had spent their adolescence flying the Kessel
Run.

Scanning the bar for the Katte, Silver slowly walked
into the main room. Jay had told her to look for a
large, panther-like creature. Dark fur mixed with
some lighter color. Her informant had been vague, as
if fearing that the Katte would appear out of thin air
and slash him for merely mentioning the name of her
species.

Silver chuckled at her old associate's nervousness.
*Some beings should never play on the wrong side of
the law. It's a wonder he hasn't had a coronary from
all the stress.*

Not that she wasn't leery of this new contact.
Despite her ability to read people through the Force,
Silver rarely trusted people. Too many years working
with too many bastards that would slit her throat for
the change in her pockets. Or for anything else they
would consider valuable.

Shaking her head, knowing that she could not judge
everyone by a few bad experiences, she headed toward
the bar and ordered herself a drink. Taking a
tentative sip, she began searching the room for her
new associate.

No panthers. No feline-like creatures anywhere. She
turned and asked the bartender if he had seen any
being that resembled a cat. He was reluctant until
she gave him a soft smile and began sliding her
fingers wistfully through her waist-length silver
hair. The ugly, surly man suddenly became complacent.
*Who needs the Force to perform mind tricks?* He
pointed at a booth that he said had been occupied by
some sort of cat only minutes ago.

*Damn, she left already.* Silver threw a few credits
onto the counter, to pay for both drink and
information and hurried toward the booth. She
expected to find the seat vacated but instead a
stunning woman with black hair and lavender eyes
looked up at her expectantly. Not lavender, she
realized, but blue flecked with pink. Cat's eyes.
Then Silver noticed the pointed ears barely poking
through the thick silver tipped hair.

Deciding to plunge ahead before confusion caused her
to forget how to speak, Silver asked the strange
being, "Um...would you happen to be a Katte?"

# # #

The katte grinned evilly. Apparently her assignment's
contact had been put properly in his/her place when
told about the message to give this little one. The
katte could read her feelings and memories flowing
through her own head already.

"Yes, I am a katte. You are my new liege lady. Shall I
say our formal pledge or shall you just accept my
word?"

The katte's eyes drifted back over to the blond guy
sitting in the dark booth. My, but that one looked
intriguing! The black clothing was simple but the
austere look only emphasized his good looks

# # #

Silver arched one fine brow at her new associate. She
wasn't comfortable with the whole idea of being
someone's "liege." After spending so much time in
debt to various crime lords and dodging the various
ways they suggested she pay those debts.

Shrugging out of her memories, she offered the being
her hand. "I'm Silver. And you are..." The Jedi was
surprised by the strength contained within the
creature. If her new associate had wanted to, she
could have crushed Silver's hand with barely a flex of
her long fingers.

"NymKatte," the being said lazily.

"Mind if I sit down?"

The Katte lowered her regal head slightly, like a
queen awarding a surf a grand honor. Silver bit her
lip to keep herself making a sarcastic comment,
reminding herself that this person was suppose to be
her partner. *Not that I need one...*

Silver settled herself on the cheaply upholstered seat
across from NymKatte and carefully opened herself up
to the Force. The room was crowded with many bodies,
a maelstrom of emotions. Quickly tightening her focus
before she got lost in the chaos around her, the Jedi
directed her mind towards the strange creature.

And found herself sitting across from a void in the
Force.

*What the hell?* Again, Silver tried to probe her new
associate, trying to get even a glimmer of the Katte's
presence in the Force. *What is this thing? A
Ylasmari?*

Her green eyes narrowed as the Katte all but smirked
at her. *She knows I can't read her and she finds it
funny as hell.* Flexing her hand under the table, she
resisted the urge to slap the insolent female. *If I
did, she'd probably just slap me back, using the claws
Jay told me about.* Jedi healing would fix the
resulting wounds but it would not be a pleasant
experience.

Taking a calming breath, Silver began to speak but
noticed that the Katte's attention was discretely
drifting toward another part of the cantina. Silver
followed the being's gaze and smiled as she saw the
two men. A blond dressed on black and....Silver
smiled as she eyed the vaguely familiar man with dark
hair. She definitely wanted to get a closer look at
that one.

She felt the Katte's gaze on her and grinned,
NymKatte's grating attitude forgotten. "How about we
discuss the 'liege' thing later and go make some new
friends?"

# # #

Nymkatte was really going to start loving this
assignment if her new liege was always this amiable to
her seduction plans for the male of the species. The
two attractive women ambled over to the guys' table
and Nymkatte plopped herself down into the lap of the
startled blond one.

"Mind if we join you?" She purred.

# # #

Silver bowed her head, hiding her smirk with the
silken curtain of her hair, and tried not to laugh at
the shocked look on the blond man's face. *She
doesn't waste any time. But then with a body like
hers, she doesn't have to waste time on pleasantries.*

Sliding next to the dark-haired man, Silver smiled at
her new companion. "I hope we're not being too
forward," she smiled as her leg brushed against the
man, quickly followed by the rest of her.

"Not forward at all," he said amiably, giving her a
roguish grin.

The grin caught memory. *It can't be him. It CAN'T
be...* Startled, Silver looked up at the blond and
let herself sense him through the Force. *Gods. We'd
just have to choose--*

Silver covered her shock with a soft chuckle. "Nym,
we're in the company of legends." The Katte looked at
her in confusion, seeming to be annoyed that her
seduction was being interrupted. The narrowing of her
blue eyes also told Silver that the Katte did not like
being called "Nym."

"If I remember the wanted posters correctly. These
two are the heroes of the Rebellion. The lap you’re
warming belongs to Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight. And
this is.."

"Han Solo." The voice made her shiver. She'd had a
crush on him since the first time she'd seen him while
working as a smuggler. Even though they had been
crossed paths many times, he hadn't even noticed her.
But she had spent many nights wishing that he had.
And now here he was. Silver couldn't help grinning.
*And my teacher said there was no such thing as luck.*

# # #

Nymkatte gave Silver a naughty grin and then turned
back to the man whose lap upon which she sat. Her
fingers fluffed his blond hair and she almost laughed
at his expression. When he started to stand her nails
somehow became katte-claws and dug into his shoulders
a bit. He quickly settled back down and attached that
vivid blue gaze upon her enchanting blue and pink one.
The swirls of colors seemed to mesmerize him for a
moment and he forgot why he was protesting. This woman
was so intriguing and he wanted to. . .

Luke blinked his eyes and was suddenly in shock. This
creature had nearly had him under some sort of
control! He sent a mind piercing thought shaft
directed at the creature and. . . Found nothing! What
in the nine farden hells???

Nymkatte purred and curled in closer to him. Her
finger lightly caressed his cheek. "What's the matter
little farm boy? Your powers of jedi might not working
for you? They wouldn't you know. Kattes don't exist.
At least not in any form of life that you are used to
my pet."

Nymkatte's ears became more pronounced and her grin
seemed to grow sharp fangs. Perhaps that was whiskers
lying softly on those cheeks? And a soft down-like
fur? Luke reached up his hand to touch her cheek in
fascination and nearly yelped when it all disappeared
with a simple blink. His beautiful eyes narrowed. Was
this some type of sith trick? Were these two vixens a
trap laid by the emperor?

"I can see that you are thinking too much little one,"
the katte purred, "allow me to take your mind off your
troubles."

The katte's hand slipped down into his lap to give him
a bold caress that made him draw in his breath sharply
at the pleasure of it. All coherent thought was chased
away as she leaned in closer to lick, suck, and nibble
on his ear in a rhythm that matched her soft but sure
strokes on his flesh. He had never been so blatantly
handled as this creature was handling him. A soft moan
escaped his lips and his eyes met that of Han's when
Han chuckled in amusement. Luke blushed and would have
said something but looking across at Han, Luke could
see that Han was having his own entertainment. A soft
feminine chuckle brought his attention back to the
creature who was now looking at him with a hungry look
that made him feel incredibly hot as if he had been
thrown into the desert at noon with no cover at all.

Nymkatte studied him for a moment her hungry desire
written on her face. "I can see you will need a bit of
persuasion, my jedi knight."

Luke almost melted in her arms as her hot lips
fastened on his. Her eager little tongue swept inside
his mouth and took possession of his in no time.
Without much thought on his part, Luke found himself
participating in this searing lip-lock and his hands
seemed to find a mind of their own as they began to
touch her body and pull her closer to him. Her purr
resonated in his ear and awakened some feral instinct
within him. He took command of the embrace, pulling
her into a better position on his lap. His hands
roamed her body freely. His mouth became a branding
iron on her skin, sliding from her mouth to her ear
and to her neck in one fluid movement. Nymkatte
thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it and gave him
back twice what he gave her.

A heavy hand fell on Luke's shoulder and Luke looked
up dazedly at the bar tender looking very mean. "I
think you better take your entertainment elsewhere. I
got no time to enjoy a free show."

Luke gulped and looked at Han.

# # #

Silver felt her jaw drop as she watched Nym mold
herself to Luke's body. The katte might not register
in the Force, but the Jedi's reaction to her
definitely did. Swallowing hard, she intensified her
sheilds. But even shielded, Silver could still feel a
faint echo of his arousal

More than an echo, actually. It, combined with the
press of Han's body against hers was driving her
crazy. It took all of her self-control not to groan
when Nym kissed Luke. A quiet moan escaped her when
the smuggler moved closer to her. "Give you any
ideas?" Han whispered against her pale hair.

*Any ideas? Sithspawn I want to rip his clothes off
right now.* "Dozens," she breathed, turning her head
to press her mouth against Han's. Grabbing a fistful
of his white shirt, she pulled him almost on top of
her, her tongue thrusting into his mouth.
Through the Force she felt his surprise then
appreciation as she explored his mouth with teasing
sweeps. His hand tangled almost painfully in her hair
as he returned the kiss. His tongue twined with hers
and she retreated almost grudgingly, letting him take
control.

She Felt his arrogance and couldn't help smiling
against his lips. *Typical Corellian. Needs to be
taught a lesson.*

Her hand slid under the fabric of his shirt, skimming
over the warm skin beneath. He groaned as her fingers
danced across the muscles of his chest. *It's so
nice when both student and teacher enjoy the lesson.*

She dragged herself up his body, sitting on her knees
so she could plunge deeper into his mouth. Vaguely
she wondered about herself. She never considered
herself the sort of woman who would lose control in
public.

Then his free hand splayed across her rear, urging her
closer. She swung her leg over his lap and settled
herself. The table dug into the middle of her back
but compared to the other sensations ravaging her body
it was trivial.

*A Jedi does not know pain, especially when....Oh
Gods...*

His hand had found her breast and was teasing her
sensitive flesh. The silk of her blouse was so thin
it felt like he was touching her naked skin. She
moaned and her shields weakened, allowing her to feel
both men's pleasure. It combined with her own until
she almost collapsed from the strength of the emotions
around her. It felt like she was filled with
lightening, raging against her fragile body until it
and she found release.

"I think you better take your entertainment elsewhere.
I got no time to enjoy a free show."

The barkeep's booming voice broke whatever link was
binding her to Luke. For a moment she considered
playing on the Dark side, frying the bartender where
he stood just so she and Nym could continue. *Not a
good idea. Would call attention to myself and
DEFINATELY ruin the mood.*

She looked over her shoulder at the being that had
interrupted their fun. From her stiff posture,
Nymkatte was also glaring blades at the man. Either
the Darkside was shining in her green eyes or the
barkeep was completely unnerved by Nym's cat-like
stare. *Maybe a little of both.*

Silver glanced at Luke, wondering if he would notice a
slight manipulation of the Force. The look on his
face almost made her grin. *There's no way on Hoth
he's going to notice my Force abilities.* "You're
needed back at the bar. Customers are demanding
drinks," Silver said evenly. The barkeep blinked and
mutely returned to his station. *Disaster averted but
we need to get out of here before we either become
performance artists or get thrown out.*

Reluctantly she removed herself from Han's lap,
surprised that her legs could hold her weight. Silver
could feel beings staring at her and felt a faint
blush creep across her face. She could also feel less
than friendly attention being directed towards her and
Nym. *Definitely time to get out.*

She looked at the two men; both looking a bit dazed
from their experiences. "If we're going to continue
getting to know each other, I suggest we find a place
that is more...private."

Nym turned her glare onto Silver. The katte was
displeased that her fun had been interrupted and
looked willing to take out her anger on the woman. It
unnerved her slightly, but Silver figured that Nym
would not shred her liege, even one that was only
accepted a few minutes ago. "Come on, Nym.
Anticipation whets the appetite."

She offered the katte her hand and Nym allowed her to
pull her off of Luke. Luke looked confused and
slightly disgruntled for a moment like he didn’t know
what he wanted. *Calm down, farmboy. You'll get your
chance soon.* She didn't know if he heard the thought
but he did seem to mellow slightly.

Han chuckled and Silver turned her attention to the
handsome smuggler. Again, Silver wanted to throw him
on the table and...

"I have a room a few blocks away. It's small but it
has a climate control unit," Silver was amazed that
her voice remained calmed despite the visions running
through her mind. She focused on
less...stimulating...thoughts and watched the men.

Han and Luke exchanged a look. Nym was carefully
ignoring her new liege. "You could go with..." Luke
looked at her in confusion, not knowing Silver's name.

*That info is going to be need to know until I know
more about you, Jedi.*

"And we can go to the Falcon," Luke realized that he
might have made a possible mistake. Han was
protective of his ship and might not appreciate some
stranger ranging through the Falcon.

Silver could feel Luke's nervousness, caused by both
Nym and whatever reaction Han was going to have
concerning his beloved ship. Chewing on her bottom
lip, Silver waited for Han to speak. She smiled when
she realized how fascinated Han seemed with the way
her teeth worried at her flesh. *Giving you ideas,
Flyboy?*

Finally Han found his voice. "Just don't take her for
any unscheduled flights. Chewie would rip your arms
out of their sockets if he found out the Falcon moved
without him being on board."

Nymkatte's displeasure quickly disappeared as Luke
pulled himself carefully from his seat. The katte
grabbed hold of his arm and almost dragged him out the
door. *Poor foolish Farmboy doesn't have any idea
what he's found.*

A shadow fell across Silver and she looked up to see
Han grinning at her. *Actually I don't have any idea
what I'VE found.* "Where's this room you mentioned?"

Swallowing hard, Silver tried to ignore the effect
Han's voice had on her. "Just a few blocks away from
here." He grinned and Silver was sure her heart was
going to stop. *Sithspawn, he's gorgeous.*

He offered her his arm and she took it with a grin of
her own. She was pleased when she Felt that his
reaction to her smile. "Shall we go?" she asked,
nodding toward the cantina's door.

Whatever she found, it would DEFINATELY going to be
interesting…

# # #

The katte closed the door and leaned on it. A very
nervous Luke watched as she raked him with those
hypnotic eyes and felt like the main course of a
seven-course meal. Her tongue slipped out to lick her
lips. Luke could have sworn he felt a force whip lash
through his body as he watched her drop her outer
garment to reveal an entirely naked body. She
approached him and he nervously backed up into the
seat. When the back of his knees hit the edge he sat
down, hard.

Nymkatte chuckled and ran a finger down his cheek in a
soft caress. "Don't worry little farm boy. I won't
hurt you," she smirked, "much." Before Luke could
respond to that she pulled him into a ravishing kiss
and took command of his body once more. "I've always
wanted to see the cockpit," she purred as she handled
his arousal.

Luke couldn't seem to hold onto any thought what so
ever as he felt her hands roaming his body. "Oh my...
What are you... oh..."

"What's the matter sweetheart? Don't you like the way
I handle your instruments?" The katte breathed huskily
against his lips as she moved her body against his. He
felt her drop onto his arousal, which had somehow
found a way out of his clothing, and groaned loudly.
He buries his face against her chest and felt her hair
touching his face. His breathing grew harsh and he
struggled with his moaning as her movements picked up
a quick but steady rhythm. Luke turned his face
slightly and was able to catch a nipple momentarily
for a short suck. His hands gripped her waist like a
lifeline and he let his head roll back to lean on the
chair's back.

Nymkatte grinned at this but wanted his full
attention. She dug her nails into his shoulders hard
enough to sting and Luke's eyes snapped back to her.
"That's better, my pretty. I want to get you, but I
want your soul, too. You will never forget this
moment, right here, right now." She punctuated each
word with a thrusting bounce of her hips. Luke's eyes
turned a midnight blue as his passions threatened to
overcome him. Nymkatte ground her hips against him to
take her pleasure and just before he let go, she burst
with spasms that milked his hard shaft with everything
she had.

As Luke collapsed against the chair trying to recover,
Nymkatte stood up. Her knees did not wobble even the
slightest as she picked up the discarded sheath,
flicked it over her shoulders and walked to the door.
Luke looked at her in shock when she saluted him and
said, "See ya around, farm boy." Then still naked but
carrying the garment she had worn flung over her
shoulder, Nymkatte disappeared through the door. Luke
sat there in total disbelief for a few seconds before
he heard a muted- "Hey, you, hair ball on two feet,
your farm boy's in there." Oh hells, he would never
live this down.

# # #

Silver nervously led Han to the room she had rented.
Usually she was never this nervous, but this was Han
Solo, the man who had made the Kessel Run in 12.6
Parsecs. In her humble opinion, the greatest smuggler
that had ever graced the sands of Tattoine. Suddenly
all Jedi aloofness evaporated away, leaving a shy
woman whom desperately wanted to be fucked senseless
by a legend. //Gods, from Jedi to groupie…//

Not that she cared. She’d become a Hutt slave girl if
it meant she got a chance to feel his hands on her
body….

Her illicit thought almost blocked the trickle of
unease that crept through the Force. Something was
wrong.

Silver shivered despite the heat. Something dark
slithered over her mind, quenching some of her desire.
//I’ve got a bad feeling about this…///

“Solo” //Oh, Sith…//

Han’s hand tightened on her arm, causing Silver to
tense. This wasn’t going to go well. The Force was
screaming with negative emotions. She felt herself
tremble, resisting the urge to grab her lightsaber.

Slowly, they turned, facing the being that was
creating such intense ripples through the Force.

Silver should have guessed his identity the moment she
heard that distinctive voice, but lust and controlled
fear had muddled her senses.

The bounty hunter stood silently, waiting for whatever
pleas Han would make. The smuggler said nothing as he
gently pushed Silver away. “Don’t hurt her, Fett.
She has nothing to do with the bounty.”

“The woman means nothing to me,” the Hunter rasped.
Swallowing thickly, Silver moved into the shadows,
hoping Boba Fett spoke the truth. If she meant
nothing to her, then perhaps he would ignore her
presence.

The bounty hunter leveled his rifle at Han’s chest.

Time slowed as Silver submerged herself in the Force.
With crystalline clarity, she saw the tiny movements
of Fett’s gloved hand as his finger tightened on the
trigger. Han twisted away; to Jedi’s senses it seemed
that he moved as if cutting through water.

Her hand ripped her lightsaber from its belt. As she
leapt forward, her thumb stroked the power switch,
igniting the lavender blade. One hand flew backward,
directed towards Han. Using the Force she pushed Solo
out of the way. She sensed him stumble, then stagger
out of her way. //Don’t go macho on me, Solo. Just
get the hell out of here.//

Her eyes were dazzled by the ruby blast from Fett’s
rifle. The Force swept her ‘saber across her torso,
blocking the blaster shot aimed for the man she now
guarded. She could feel Han’s presence behind her.
“Run! Get the Farmboy out of here before some goon
decides to go after him too!”

Another barrage of fire came from the armored bounty
hunter. She blocked each shot, just as her Master had
taught her. She snarled as the felt Han’s indecision
through the Force. //Forgive me for this, but I have
no choice. They’re too important to be captured…//

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her strength. Then
she was flying in one of the backflips she had long
ago decided must be a trademark of Jedi training. A
mechanical hiss of rage erupted from beneath the
Mandalorian helmet as she somersaulted over his head.
As soon as her feet settled on the tawny sands, she
focused on Han. //RUN!// No time for subtlety, no
time for any finesse. It was the clumsiest use of
mind control she had ever performed, but she didn’t
care. She saw Han’s eyes glaze over as the order took
hold.

The perfect strike was ignored in favor of saving Han.
She could have cut through the armor, beheading one
of the most feared beings in the galaxy with the
simple swipe of her lightsaber, but there had been no
time for such logic. Her first and only concern was
that the smuggler got away, found Luke and got him off
Tattooine before someone vaporized the last of the
Jedi….

And last he would be…Silver knew Fett would kill her
for her actions. Her scalp would be another added to
his collection. Or the remains of her body would be
shown to the Emperor so that he could puzzle over how
a Jedi Master had managed to escape the purge.

What she didn’t expect was the bounty hunter to take
flight. A strangle scream escaped her as his jetpack
roared to life. A blast of fire caught her, singing
her flesh as she fell backwards.

Her back hit the ground with a jarring impact, driving
what little air remaining in her lungs out of her
body. Soft whimpers escaped her as she sat up on her
elbows, staring up at Fett as he landed on the low
roof of one of the nearby shops.

The Force whispered to her, telling her that her
injuries could be mended, if she found medical
treatment quickly. But that didn't not seem like an
option with the bounty hunter aiming one of his
weapons at her.

She focused on those visored eyes, slipping towards
the darkness as she drove her will into that armored
skull. “No,” she hissed as Fett’s mind opened up to
her. He was not after the Rebels, he was after….

“Oh, Gods no…” The Emperor knew about her. Had known
for years. She was the target, not Han. She almost
retched at the images that formed inside Fett’s mind.
The Emperor wanted her to be his slave. A mindless
drone ready to use her abilities for whatever whim
pleased the Emperor.

He had hired dozens of bounty hunters to track beings
like herself down. Hunting the few Force sensitive
individuals that were left in the galaxy so that he
could have Sith assassins.

Silver had dabbled in the Darkside, but had always
returned to the light. There would be no return if
the Emperor captured her. Nothing but darkness until
he allowed her used her up…

There were too many of them hunting her. There would
be no escape. There was only one choice.

As Fett fired at her, she reversed shut down her
lightsaber. Still linked to his mind, she felt his
confusion as she reversed her grip on the chromed hilt
pointing it towards her chest. She gave him a wistful
smile as she ignited the blade.