The sun beat down on Namir Solo as she scanned the crowd of the pod race. She sincerely doubted that a Jedi Knight would attend such events, but it was always a good idea to get a feel for the locals. She had expert hearing and was incredibly good at eavesdropping. She was listening to a Dug and a human having a conversation in Huttese when someone laid a hand on her shoulder,

"You say you are searching for Jedi?" She turned to face a middle-aged man.

"Yes." She replied, squinting in the sun. Her home planet of Corellia was not so bright.

"You are awfully pretty for a bounty hunter." She frowned. This was not what she wanted. At 20, she was far from a virgin, but she didn't often engage in sexual activity unless it would further her mission. Unless this man has something to offer her... She looked him up and down and decided that he could only be strictly for business. She decided to ignore the comment. "Whom do you work for?"

"That's none of your business." She replied, curtly. "All you need to know is that I'm searching for the Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know anything about him or not?"

"Do you have a holocube of him?"

"Of course I do." She snapped, pulling it out of her pocket. The whole time, she was very aware of the man's eyes on her. She pulled it out and turned it on. The hologram of the man immediately came to life. She had viewed it many times, but she couldn't help to be captivated by his beauty every time. He was gorgeous; with a slim build, golden-red hair, and the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. However, she shook these thoughts out of her mind. Her mission was to kill him.

"I think I may have some information for you." She narrowed her eyes at him, "But it's going to cost you."

"What exactly?" He looked her up and down and she sighed.

"I think you can imagine that. You are a very gorgeous woman. I'm not going to ask you for money."

"Keep in mind..." She said, standing up. "I'm not a prostitute. I will not do whatever you want." He nodded, "And, I'm not defenseless. If you attempt to..."

"I get it." He said. "I'll write the information down first and give it to you, if you don't trust me."

"I like the way you think." She replied. "Lead me to where you want to make the transaction."

"Oh, you make it sound so romantic." He smiled, "How old are you anyway? Are you even going to tell me your name?"

"I'm 20... so you don't have to worry about breaking the law and no, I'm not going to tell you my name or anything else about me, for that matter."

"Wow. I was just trying to be polite." He said, "Would you pretend we're together so I can impress some friends?"

"Fine." He took her arm and she forced a smile. She would do anything for the information. She was being paid more than she could possibly imagine for this job. Emperor Palpatine had sent her after the last of the remaining Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had hoped that her beauty would be a useful tool in finding him. Female bounty hunters were always more effective because no one suspects their intentions. No one expects them to be deadly, either.

And, deadly Namir was. She had been trained since her tenth birthday in all sorts of combat. She did not need a weapon to apprehend a criminal, or to kill one. With her slight build, she wasn't obvious either. She had catlike reflexes and a very sharp mind. The only setback the Emperor saw in her was her beauty. She simply could not enter a room unnoticed. Heads would turn and all eyes would be on her. She scorned this kind of attention, though, unless it would help her to finish her job. Maybe that's what helped make her so desirable.

As they walked down the steps of the bleachers together, his hand slipped to her butt. Momentarily, she considered slapping him, but decided against it. She would let him do what he wanted until she had what she wanted. Standing men was getting to be something she was very good at.

Of course, there had been lovers whose affections she didn't just stand. She knew that, under different circumstances, Obi-Wan could definitely fill one of those roles. He was certainly good-looking enough for it. She was brought out of this reverie, though, when the man stopped walking. Apparently, he had reached his speeder,

"I don't live very far away from here, just five minutes." She nodded, and got into his speeder after him. He had been telling the truth, his hovel was rather close. When they reached it, Namir took a deep breath and prepared herself. The man was rather unattractive.

As soon as she was inside his house and had given her the information, he was kissing her. At least he was to the point, she mused to herself. She wondered if she should pretend to enjoy it. However, as soon as the clothing began to come off, an interesting thought entered her mind. Maybe she didn't have to think about him at all. As he kissed her, the image of the handsome Jedi came to mind. She smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

When it was over, she immediately jumped out of the bed and began to dress. Truly, the image of Obi-Wan had helped to disguise her disgust for the too- eager native,

"Leaving so soon?" He rolled over, facing her.

"I have a job to finish." She was almost completely dressed by then. She was very skilled at this type of thing. "And if this information doesn't check out I'll be back for you."

"I'm sure it will." He assured her. "You found the right person to ask. I have many connections."

"That's good. Maybe our paths will cross in the future."

"I hope so."

"Well, it was lovely doing business with you." She said, picking up the last of her things.

"Likewise." With that, she left his house. As soon as she was out in the sun again, she pulled the data pad out of her pocket. Apparently, the Jedi was living as a hermit about 3 kilometers west of Mos Eisley. She wondered why a man of his beauty would be living alone. Maybe he knew he wasn't long for this world. Should she venture on foot or rent a speeder? Using a speeder would ruin her element of surprise. She looked around. Ah! A dewback would be perfect.

It wasn't long before she had bartered for one, using her looks to get a better deal. She was glad that most people in such positions of power were men. She had never met one that she couldn't beguile with a few suggestive glances. She wondered what she would do when she did.

She brushed this thought away as she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head. She would worry about that when she got there. For now, she had other things to occupy her time. Consulting her compass, she found the right direction to follow. She was not at all familiar with the Tatooine desert, as she had not been able to do any research before coming there. The sounds in the distance made her keep one hand on her blaster at all times. The sun was beating down on her. Why couldn't this Jedi have picked a more accommodating planet to live on?

After an hour of riding, she reached oasis and decided to stop. She tied the dewback to an old stump and approached the water. She took a quick, calculating look around before bending to test it. Finding no toxicants, she bent to drink. Suddenly, she was aware that she was not alone. Before she could grab her blaster, though, she heard an inhuman cry and something very hard connected with her skull.

"Sith!" She screamed, as the blow knocked her forward and into the water. Thankfully, it was not all that deep. However, it was enough to fry her blaster. She rolled over and jumped to her feet. A tall, dirty-looking thing that was wearing some sort of mask had attacked her. She ducked another swing of its stick, but at the same time, she was struck from behind. Doubled over with the pain, she fought to keep her balance. However, another blow caught her on the back of the neck and everything went black.