Title: cause I know I'll kill my enemies when they come from me

Prompt: wrap

Summary: Leia is a being of incandescent fury.

Look, it's canon that Leia beat up the Mand'alor for intel on Han. She's what happens when you shove Anakin levels of you want a go into a Padmé size body and point her at an objectively terrible target. (Now that I've written that, I have to figure out some way of getting her Mandopted. Stay tuned.) This also has notes from the Tatooine Slave Culture 'verse (because I am honestly obsessed and consider it my self ordained mission to sprinkle it in as many of my SW fics as I can) but, like, LaCroix notes because Leia hasn't the foggiest. She's still a dragon though.

Set during the barge scene.

I guess this is pretty much fully canon compliant with the Original Trilogy. And the rest too, but I am excluding the Sequel on sheer principle. Not only was Jacen's fall arc much better done, they also had to drag Ben Skywalker's name into that mess.


Leia throws the chain in wide, easy loops, like she's catching a loose thranta. Jabba is about as wide across as the ones she's flown over the mountain grasslands. She has only one shot at the maneuver before he notices and removes her ability to act.

She hadn't missed then, with only hours stranded in botanical beauty as consequence.

She does not miss now. No thranta has ever tried to keep her stripped, chained, lesser than. The loop settles in place, tight around what in more segmented species would be the neck. Good enough.

His yell of surprise goes unnoticed in the chaos Luke has unleashed.

The omnipresent, constantly dry heat makes her hands slip. Even in the shaded, cooled interior of the barge. Leia is never coming back to Tatooine if she has any choice in the matter. Twists the links round her palms and sets her weight back on her heels.

Muscle to muscle, she is outclassed by all but the youngest of hutts. That's not what she's doing. All of the power in her body against that protecting his throat. Concentrated pressure into the width of the chain. Force multipliers is what she's good at. Her arms burn. She burns.
She isn't going to stop pulling until he's dead. Just as she won't stop fighting until the Empire is no more, until the Emperor and Vader and all his ilk are no more than ghost stories and cautionary tales in the holohistories.

Leia is a being of incandescent fury, and her enemies will be ash on the wind.