1. Jade
She is careful.
Dressed in the garbs and the hair and the make-up of a dead woman, she meticulously lands her ship. If her information is correct, she will have landed close enough to the palace to show-up as a warning on the emperor's screen, but far enough away that he will not be bothered to send stormtroopers her way.
She suspects if her information was wrong, she and her ship wouldn't have been allowed to make it this far.
She carefully makes a show of checking her appearence in the reflection of a passing window and sighs satisfied that she made the right decision. Outside, she can see the well-renowned ship that she has come to meet containing a former lover.
Inside, she can see the lavendar eye liner and rose hair spray worked well. Her green eyes now sparkle with pebbles of jaded blue. Her red ringlets now shine with reflections of gold.
She is a walking portatrait ripe for the framing.
She exits the ship with a hand firmly on the bag containing her weapons. As expected her Corellian leans lightly againat his ship's hull awaiting her presence with his own hand planted firmly against the blaster in the holster at his hip. His own jaded eyes watch her survey him, the beginning of a smirk twitches his lips upwards.
"I told the kid to blast your ship into oblivion, but he said it'd be too much of a waste of weapons to use against a woman," the challenge in his voice is clear. "Now Solo! Is that any way to speak about the love of your life?""You aren't the love of my life," he says decisively without humor. She surprises herself with the twinge she feels in her heart at his words. She had expected more from him, she realizes. From him, at least, she had expected humanity.
She swallows both out of necessity and out of ploy when she realizes a second thing. He wasn't joking about blowing up her shipand the force tells her it is true.
The hand she has on her bag tightens. She will not be deterred.
"Sith allow love? And here I thought I was the last of your victims to get her heart broken," she states with mock surprise.
She is rewarded with a ten second pause and an unreadable look in his eyes.
It is almost enough to make her believe the rumors that had been whispered and shushed throughout the ranks of the alliance for months. Almost, she thinks, but not quite. Most likely, he is also playing a part designed to make her stumble and question her footing.
The theory is confirmed when he turns to her with mirth sparkling in his eyes, and replies, "Here we're both right, Bria. I never loved you," he pauses with his trademark grin and a rakish glance down her body, "but I did love the things you could do for me."
He kisses her with the passion of a man who seeks to lose himself in her kiss, and when that fails, in her body.
She recognizes its offer and quickly accepts: a chance to relieve stress and tension while also gaining both the access she needs, and the extra time she requires if she wants to complete her task and survive.
Later when she lies in his bed, however, she wonders just how sane she really is.
The moonlight lies directly on their faces through his open window and she has unsuccessfully been trying to get to sleep for hours, tossing and turning all the while with her eyes closed in case someone should be watching. He no doubt being used to the light shining through his window, lies peacefully beside her on his back with his arms flung to both sides, no doubt to better reach his weapons should he be awakened by any noise.
His arms coming to wrap suddenly around her then, surprises her. The Force tells her he is asleep. Feeling her still in his arms his hold tightens and she smothers her feeling of repulsion when he snuggles his head into her neck and sighs contentedly.
"I love you, Leia," he whispers to the dark.
But, or so the girl in his arms imagines, the dark whispered back of Leia Organa's death weeks ago, because his arms tighten even further around her and she is even further shocked to feel wetness falling onto her upturned face.
In the morning she convinces herself it was all a dream brought on by stress, and goes about her actions as planned. With any luck, she thinks, the man who killed her Queen and general should soon be dead.