Prologue
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The humid air of the room didn't really bother her. Actually, she found it—in some kind of twisted way—comforting. The only thing that really bothered her were the scarred warriors that guarded the dimly lit room.
She sat in the uncomfortable chair observing her surroundings with a wary eye.
In the walls, some of the glowing lichen she had seen before hung eerily. Giving the whole room an air of mystery and intrigue that usually came with her profession. The chair she was sitting in, was the only piece of furniture in the room.
She wasn't exactly used to luxury, but this was too much, even she had her limits. The room wasn't cold and sterile as she was used to. Instead, it was hostile and full of wicked life. How she hated life, she hated how people lived in a happy bubble while everything else around was destroyed, she hated how the happy people had destroyed everything she ever deemed important, she hated how life had treated her so cruelly.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a cloaked alien. His features were destroyed; she mused, by some sort of ritual of their mad religion. What had been required for the sacrifice, she couldn't even imagine. His nose had been smashed, and his right eye was missing, replaced by an artificial one. He lacked an upper lip, baring his teeth to her. His cheekbones were asymmetrical, one being higher than the other. All of this covered by tattoos with different patterns and colors.
He didn't bother to hide his repulsion of her. While his hideous face was set on a snarl, hers was set on a monotone gaze and tight lips.
Her white skin contrasted sharply against the colorful surroundings. And black eyes observed the alien in a cold way, as if assessing whether he was a threat. The green light gave her reddish-brown hair a glowing appearance.
"I see you decided to show up, infidel, my name is Chraal Lah."
"Lah? Like the warmaster?" was her only question.
"I am his nephew," clearly he is proud of it, she thought, seeing his posture. He straightened his back and lifted his chin—or what was left of it—when his uncle's name was mentioned, "How can we know you are not going to betray us to the Jeedai?"
She shrugged, "You don't," he was taken aback by her direct answer," but I'm the only one capable of doing it."
Then seeing his disbelieve, she added, "I was trained by Jedis, I know how to deal with them."
"Jeedai…" he deepened his snarl and advanced towards her.
She lifted her hands, trying to appease him, "Believe me, I'm no Jedi. They only trained me. I have killed more Jedi, than all your Vong together."
"Yuuzhan Vong," he corrected.
"Yuuzhan Vong, whatever," she dismissed it with a wave, "tell me my assignment, I was only told I needed to kill a Jedi."
"No. Not kill, kidnap. We need you to kidnap the infidel Jaina Solo."
"Jaina Solo," she said in a pensive voice," it'll be hard, she has a lot of security around her, but I can do it."
"Good."
"But, I'll need help," she said, folding her legs and lying on the chairs back. Hiding her wince as some of the spikes on it, pierced through her jump suit into her back.
"What kind of help," Chraal held some respect for the infidel, seeing how she accepted pain.
"There's a bounty hunter named Boba Fett who is looking for any jobs, he is exceptional, and I bet he would kill me if I didn't tell him I was going after the daughter of his long-time nemesis."
"This, Boba Fett you mention, he is Han Solo's enemy?" this is interesting, Chraal leaned to hear better.
She nodded," Even if he and Solo dropped their fight a long time ago, they still hate each other."
"I like this," he nodded to himself, this was just getting better and better," you can leave," he dismissed her with a wave.
She stood, and turned to leave. Ignoring the burning pain in her back, but she was stopped by the sound of Chraal's voice," before you leave tell me your name, infidel. Unless you want to be called infidel every time we meet."
"It's Aurra Sing."
"Good Aurra Sing. Next time we meet I want you to bring this Fett of yours to discuss our plans. Dismissed." She turned, and left without looking back.
Aurra Sing, this woman pleased him, she was acceptable for an infidel. He smirked to himself. His vengeance on Jaina Solo was only starting, he would make her suffer for killing his uncle.
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