Strolling through the dust filled street, Han looked up towards the sun sinking down towards the brown horizon that swallowed it bit by bit. Mos eisley may have been a baron pit of a place, but when the sky pinkened with the late evening sun, there was a certain, rough beauty to it. Dangerous beauty, the kind that Han like most. The last words he said to Chewbacca running through his mind over and over, 'I gotta go pal, no matter what I do, I'm stuck here so she would find me anyway, just take the falcon and fly her out to find me as soon as she's fixed…I know pal, I'm worried too.' He turned off down another dank street, the heels of his boots making a gravely crunch with each stride. That bounty hunter, she had been so…strangely alluring. It almost disturbed him how sexily her low voice rang out, how she moved with grace and stealth, the way her purple eyes glinted with intelligence and cunning. Han shook his head, his hair flopping around his face, trying to rid those thoughts of her from his mind. This bounty hunter was bad news. Han could always outwit bounty hunters, they were slow and greedy, he always stayed one step ahead of the game…but he could tell that the purple eyed woman was different. It amazed him that he was actually walking straight in to the arms of his demise. 'No, not demise' he thought to himself, 'you know just fine that Chewie is gonna fly the falcon right out to Jabba and you can escape again.' He turned down another street…this was the one. A black cloak stood in the shadows and watched him as he approached.

"Well" Han said, motioning with his arms, "I'm here"

The cloak stepped forward into the last golden light of evening, allowing only her lips to be visible from under the hood. She walked around him, circling him like a predator stalking prey. Han suddenly felt the cold metal of a blaster pushing against his neck.

"Walk." Her voice chimed.

"There's no need for the violence, I'm here aint I?" Han said casually, only to have the blaster pushed harder into him.

"All right, all right, go easy will ya? This is precious cargo you've got here" he quipped and after he heard the woman let out a low growl of frustration, smirked and began to walk in the direction she was pushing him, he presumed towards her ship. He felt the fabric of her oversized cloak swirling around his legs as he took steady, unfaltering strides through yet more back alleys, the whole of mos eisley seemed to be composed of back alleys. After weaving through just a few more sorry excuses for streets, they stepped out into a small air hanger that contained only handful of barley working ships. Han was shoved towards a small, white and red ship. It was a typical bounty hunter, smuggler and generic scoundrel craft. It was covered in dirt, and displayed a few of the kind of battle scars that suggested it had seen its fair share of action. It reminded Han of the Falcon, he liked it.

"Are you going to stand there gawking Solo, or are you going to move?" Her voice said angrily from behind him.

"Alright, cool it sister I'm walkin'" Han drawled out, he could almost feel her rolling those eyes behind his back.

He ascended the ramp up into her ship with as much cocky confidence as he could muster, but Han couldn't help feeling a little ill at ease. What if the Falcon didn't come for him? What would Jabba do to him when he got his slimy, good for nothing hands on him? A small shudder escaped him just to think about it. His foot finally struck down on the inside of the ship and he turned to watch it closing. He never thought he would relish the sight of mos eisley, but it looked a hell lot friendly than where ever she was taking him would. After the last metallic clunk, mos eisley and freedom were sealed off to him for the next while, not exactly a thought he enjoyed. Tearing his eyes away from the door, he gazed casually around the small ship. It was quite untidy, bits of weapons, containers and other non specific items were strewn about the place. There were pairs of worn down boots, some even with burns on lined up in the small passageway and what looked like a snowsuit was tossed over a large metal container in the corner. Much to his pleasure, there were a few bottles of corillean whiskey and other strong spirits dotted around. The bounty hunter had walked towards the cockpit and now took her cloak off to reveal the thick black braid of hair that reached to her lower back. It was held up with a large golden hair piece that was studded with purple. She was wearing clothes similar to Hans. Tight trousers, blaster holster, large boots and a padded black over coat with matching black gloves. She wasn't much shorter than Han and had a thin yet athletic physique. As she turned he could glimpse the scar on her face again, it was fairly large, angry and deliberate. Something had cut her for the sake of drawing her blood yet not killing her, for the sake of torturing her. The white mark stood out boldly and against her skin, despite the fact her complexion was very nearly as white. She turned so her body was now towards where he was standing, flicking some overhead switches. Han was now able to look at her eyes again as she trained them on the high up dials and switches. They almost glowed with they're bright, eerie purple colouring. They looked as though you would be able to see them, even on a dark night. Not only could he observe her eyes in this position, but also the section of her pale forearm that stretching up to reach the overhead controls had shifted her jacket to reveal. It too, was scared. This scar however, was different, it consumed most of her forearm and was a pinkish red colour. There was no doubt in Han's mind that this was a burn mark, and a nasty one by the looks of it. This woman certainly had some stories to tell. Han was not without his own scars and he in fact thought that scars were just the measure of someone's story, he thought they gave a person more substance, more interest. He couldn't help but continue to watch her as her full lips meshed together in a hard line of concentration and the tendons in her neck strained out. There was no doubt this woman was beautiful, but she was also evil. And Han reminded himself that he would do well to remember that. 'She's bad news Solo, she is as cold as those eyes of hers, she is bad news.' he told himself sternly. He swallowed hard and lowly cleared his throat.

"So, do I get a name?" He said loudly at her, strolling into the cockpit. He felt a pang of regret for leaving his own ship behind, wanting only to be strolling into his cockpit, setting his dials and going on the next adventure, perhaps to a system he had never seen before.

"What?" She spat venomously at him.

"Well I figure if I end up getting killed by that mangy slug Jabba, I can at least know the name of my charming murderess."

"Are you attempting small talk? Because I have a mind to just shoot you right this instant." She growled.

Han smirked "Then pull the trigger."

She sighed heftily "Akilina" She said grumpily. "Happy?"

"Well Akilina, better get this hunk of metal moving, I would hate to miss the little soirée Jabba has planned"

"Why you…" She fumed. "Go and make yourself useful with some navigation or repairs before you start losing limbs, got it?" She hissed, nostrils flaring.

"Your wish is my command" Han said mockingly, faking an over dramatic bow "M'lady." He winked at her and strolled of to find some tools, laughing slightly when he heard the shriek and clatter of Akilina screaming and throwing something after him. "This one certainly has some fire in her." He muttered almost silently under his breath.