Jabba's Palace was in a tumult. The crime lord was very dead and no one was sure who was in a position to take advantage of the situation. As such it was very rat for themselves and it was amongst those rats that Dannik Jerriko found himself. He'd been so delighted when he'd first taken the job here at the palace, it was a chance to consume a prize he'd assumed lost to him. That being the mind of Han Solo, the rather famous—some might argue infamous—smuggler who had been captured by Jabba and was being displayed at the palace in pride of place in Jabba's throne room.
Of course that had been before Solo's friends had attempted to rescue him, depriving Dannik of his prize with their assumed execution. That had left Dannik with little option but to settle for something else though perhaps just as exquisite, the mind of Jabba the Hutt himself. Now even that consolation prize had been ripped from him with the death of the Hutt crimelord and Dannik was going mad with hunger. He needed more, the few denizens of the palace that he had cornered and fed upon so far were not enough. Feeble minded prey held no interest to him and could not slake his hunger. He wanted individuals with passion and fire for life, not some middling simpletons happy to serve their betters.
Nearby the Twi'lek dancer Lyn Me was besides herself with impotent rage and sorrow. She had finally met him, the man of her dreams. The Mandalorian bounty hunter Boba Fett. What's more he had praised her dancing and promised to spend time with her once the matter of the Jedi Luke Skywalker had been resolved. Lyn Me had been elated and she had waited in the room that Boba Fett had been given at the palace with eager anticipation only to now learn that not only had Jabba been killed by Skywalker but her beloved Boba Fett had died alongside the disgusting Hutt!
It was outrageous! It was unfair! And Lyn Me was resolved that Skywalker and his associates would all pay for what they'd done! She had spent years perfecting her dance for the man who had saved her as a child, a dance that would impart all the intimacies and affections she had towards him and now some upstarts with delusions of grandeur had taken him from her!
She didn't care how long it took or what she had to do, she would make Skywalker pay for this travesty and the pain she was feeling in her chest. Rounding the corner, she didn't realize there was another being before her until she had walked right into them. Staggering back, Lyn Me glared up at the slender man before her with his squashed and unappealing face with disgust.
"Get out of my way!" she snapped haughtily.
Dannik looked at the Twi'lek woman before him with her chalky white skin and black wraps that covered her body. He'd been aware of her presence of course but had not expected her to walk into him. His hunger fueled anger caused his lip to curl in a snarl as he reached for her graspingly. The woman's brown eyes widened in sudden fear as Dannik's hands closed around her throat. He could sense her passion, her emotion and he wanted it. He wanted to consume her soup and slake his hunger and her charged emotions would do nicely.
She attempted to fight him off but she was no match for his strength. Her mind was little matter either as he asserted his telepathic powers over her and watched with the satisfaction of a predator as her face slackened and the fear in her eyes faded. His prey calmed, Dannik's cheeks expanded as a pair of probing tentacles extended towards the young woman. They touched her face almost tenderly, caressing her skin gently as Dannik sensed her mind passing into the serenity he was enforcing upon her. As his tentacles slid up her nostrils she tensed and jerked slightly, her headtails twitching, but he paid the movement no mind.
A part of his mind that was not maddened with hunger fueled frustration wondered what sweet thoughts she was having in her final moments but as he began to feed upon her soup he found the euphoria of her mind too intoxicating to care what trifling imaginings her dying consciousness might concoct. He could feel the passions of her mind coursing through his feeding tentacles as they pulsed greedily and savored the taste of her soup, it was indeed delicious and that was all that mattered.
Lyn Me stood alone at the center of Jabba's throne room. The lights cast her pale body in stark contrast to the shadows around her. She cast her eyes around her surroundings searchingly, looking for something though she was unsure what it was. Then her gaze fell upon an armored figure standing silently in front of the Hutt's dais. He stood with his hands crossed as his cross-shaped visor gazed at her impassively.
That was when soft music began to filter through the throne room from somewhere within the shadows. Lyn Me's heart soared as she realized that she had his sole undivided attention. Now was her chance. She could show him how she truly felt and he would understand. That was the purpose of the dance. As the music played she swayed and twirled, tossing her lekku about her head as her legs and arms kicked and gyrated passionately.
Each movement was measured and perfectly timed, showing the depth of emotion she held towards him. It was the sort of dance that was performed in only the most passionate of moments with someone who was truly special. The sort that you could only perform once in a lifetime if you were lucky. All of Lyn Me's passion and devotion poured into her every motion as her idol watched her from behind that unblinking visor. She knew in her heart that he'd never look away from her, not now that she was showing him her truest form.
The dance continued with the music, building in intensity as Lyn Me's movements became all the more forceful and sensuous. If there was any doubt as to her intentions they faded with the unrivaled display she put on with her each and every step and twirl of her body. Yet even as her passions reached their climax the shadows that had rimmed the throne room seemed to deepen as the music began to fade. The dance was coming to its end.
Desperate to not let it end lightly, Lyn Me threw herself into the final moments of her passion so that the flame of her emotions would not dim. Yet no matter how furiously she danced the shadows continued to close in around her and soon even her armored savior seemed to fade away into their depths. The last notes of the music fading, Lyn Me collapsed upon the floor of the throne room floor, curling around herself intimately in a last gesture of the dance and the emotions behind it. Posed in sensuous repose, the shadows closed in on Lyn Me as the fire of her passions were snuffed out in a final instant.
Dannik let out a shivering sigh of exultation as he extracted his tentacles from the Twi'lek's nostrils. There was a brief wet sucking sound as they came free though she did not react. Her face was fixed in an impassive death mask as she hung limply in his grip. She'd been exquisite, all those passions and desires had burned so brightly before he had consumed them for himself. His hunger slaked and with no further need of the corpse before him, he let the chalk white body of the young woman fall to the floor of the palace. His mind returning to him slowly, he took a trembling breath as he regained himself. It was time to leave, there was nothing left for him here.
He walked away without a second glance, leaving the body of the dancing girl sprawled lifelessly on the sandy palace floor without a care for the dreams and passions that he had snuffed out in his feeding. He hadn't even bothered to learn her name. So it was that Lyn Me came to her ignoble end. Her dreams unfulfilled, her passions silenced. Just another victim of the destruction that followed in the wake of the death of Jabba the Hutt.