Han had never felt so alone in his life. Before, when they were put in the cell, a thought had crossed his mind. I am going to die. Strangely enough, he wasn't afraid. Him, Han Solo, for once wasn't looking out for himself. The next thought that crossed his mind was the one that had sent the fear to his heart, the one that currently plagued him. Leia could die!
Now, sitting in the dank prison, he felt a sudden surge of energy flow through his body. He would save her, he had to. He wasn't ready to live life without her. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready.
About ten minutes after take-off, Leia opened her eyes and glanced to her left. The cold hard mask of her captor stared blankly ahead. Slowly she mustered up the courage to speak.
"I demand to know where we are going." She winced at her choice of words. There was no way she was going to be spared any cruel treatment the way she acted. Carefully she chose her next comment. "What I mean is, I'd like to know where you are taking me."
Boba turned his head, but just stared at her. Leia couldn't quite tell from his face, because of the mask, but she felt revulsion at his stare. It was full of hunger, and savagery. She shuddered, but decided she could use this to her ability. She resolved to change her attitude to win Boba over. She shifted in her seat and seductively crossed her legs.
"Fine, I guess it will just be a surprise," she said in a playful tone. He just turned his stare back to the stars ahead. Slowly the ship dipped as they descended into Naboo. Sensations she had never felt caressed her mind, feelings of nostalgia forming out of nowhere. She'd never been to Naboo, Have I? She raked her mind, but soon was interrupted by the woosh of the ship's door opening. Boba grabbed her by the upper arm again, and led her to a woman standing at the docking bay.
"Hello, m'lady, I am here to serve you. We are delighted to have you as our guest. Mr. Fett, where would you like me to take your fiancé?"
Huh? FIANCE?