Chapter V

Now, fourteen years after the events of Return of the Jedi…

Corellia was off-limits for Guri now. Something was going on there, something with the Solos, and she wasn't about to get involved. So she went for what was the better option anyway. She would use the secret headquarters of her master. The ones that only he and she had known existed. There had not even been any guards—only droids. And if they left an exact radius, or if they had a restraining bolt put on them, or if any number of circumstances occurred, they would first wipe all memory systems and then self destruct. It was still secret. Guri knew that as a fact.

If it had been discovered, her built in connections would have informed her.

Not to mention the public outcry at finding such a place in its location…

Guri smiled coldly. If they knew where Xixor's hideout was…even the Emperor had not known about it. Well. Perhaps he had, but Vader certainly hadn't. But the Emperor had not been known for sharing his secrets, and he was dead now so the information was safe. Furthermore, both Vader and his master were out of the way and could not interfere any more. The only bad thing about Vader's death was that now Guri could not kill him to avenge her master on his most hated enemy and his killer.

So she would simply have to make do with the second best—or worst. He had not killed her master, but only because Vader had gotten around to it sooner. And he had been quite a thorn for a time. And he knew far, far too much about Black Sun. And he had made things much harder for her and her plans many times—intentionally or not; it was irrelevant.

So Boba Fett would have to die.

Guri directed her ship, the Falleen ("misregistered" as the Fallen) , down towards the landing bay designated to her by Coruscant Control. Then she flipped a switch that effectively cloaked her ship, spun it through a tight barrel roll and spun into a sharp turn between tall, windowless buildings with only centimeters of clearance on either side, piloting at a breakneck speed that few, if any, living pilots could match in such tight corners. Her cold, calculating blue eyes scanned efficiently as she whipped through the streets at a deadly pace. Luckily, no landspeeders came down this street often. They would have been destroyed. Guri could not risk slowing, however, or the planet's scanners would notice something amiss. Sending one short transmission with her comm gear, the wall irised open in front of her. Her ship could barely fit, and she ended up brushing one of her scanners out of alignment with the breeze of her passage. She would have to recalibrate that.

Slowing the ship only slightly, Guri piloted down the winding, lightless tunnel. The path had been programmed into her memory, allowing her to take it at an extreme speed. No one could have matched it safely. Except perhaps for Fett. He had both the piloting skills, the ship, and the foolish confidence to risk it. She felt no remorse when contemplating his death. But she did feel a slight aversion, similar to that of her master's, when thinking of such an event. She remembered what he had once said, musing to himself on the subject. The galaxy would be a kinder, gentler place without Boba Fett in it. What a disgusting concept. But that was too bad. He would still have to die. It would be difficult.

Finally, Guri would get a challenge. She had not had one in a long time, not of her more brutal skills. She was looking forwards to it.

The coldly beautiful droid's blood red lips curled into a wider smile, like a deadly predator watching her prey, stalking it…stalking it…then pouncing…