Almost a full year after the events of The Empire Strikes Back,[5] Darth Vader lands in the docking bay of the incomplete second Death Star, which the Empire designed to be more powerful than the first. He is greeted by Moff Tiaan Jerjerrod, but demands construction be put back on schedule in order to complete the Death Star on time. Jerjerrod argues that they need more men, but quickly agrees to double their efforts when he learns that the Emperor is coming.
Meanwhile, Luke Skywalker and company have arrived on Tatooine in an attempt to rescue their friend Han Solo from Jabba the Hutt's desert palace.
First, the droids R2-D2 and C-3PO arrive with a holographic message from Skywalker asking Jabba to release Solo. In exchange, the two droids are presented as gifts to the crime lord; Luke promises that both are hardworking and that they will serve him well, which Jabba agrees to silently. However, when the message finishes, he states that there will be no bargain and that he won't give up his "favorite decoration". The two droids are then sent to their quarters, where EV-9D9 harshly barks at the two when they explain what they can do. 3PO is ordered to be Jabba's interpreter, while R2 is tasked with working on the Khetanna.
Later, Princess Leia Organa (in the guise of bounty hunter Boushh) arrives with Chewbacca as her "prisoner" to collect part of the bounty Jabba sought years earlier when he put a price on Solo's head. After much bargaining (including Leia threatening Jabba with a thermal detonator), Jabba settles on a deal, and has Chewbacca imprisoned.
That night, Leia releases Han Solo from his carbonite coffin, and after revealing her identity to him, she kisses him. As they prepare to escape, they are caught by Jabba and his thugs. Ignoring Han's pleas, Jabba has the captain thrown in prison with Chewbacca. Although Lando Calrissian (disguised as one of Jabba's prison guards) tries to sneak off with Leia, Jabba stops them and orders a Gamorrean guard to bring Leia to him.
Leia spat at him. "You're a vile, disgusting creature. You have no honor, no compassion, no respect for life. You're a tyrant, a slaver, a murderer. You're the enemy of everything I believe in."
Jabba laughed. "You flatter me, Princess. You don't understand me at all. I'm not your enemy. I'm your benefactor. I'm offering you a chance to join me as my slave. To be my personal pet. To have the honor of pleasuring me nightly and doing anything I tell you."
Leia felt a chill run down her spine. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jabba was serious. She demanded "Why would I even consider joining you?" her voice dripping with contempt. "You've done nothing but enslave, torture, and murder innocent people. You've spread suffering and misery across the galaxy. You're a monster"
Jabba smiled "Ah, Princess, why do you continue to fight for them when they are the ones who sold you out" while laughing.
Leia asked "What do you mean they sold me out" she hoped Jabba was lying she could not bear the thought of the resistance she faught so hard for betraying her.
Jabba asks "How do you think we knew about your little rescue attempt, we received advance notice of what you and your friends were going to try and to the signal came from the Resistance" looking at her with a sneer on his face. "They let you walk right into my trap, Princess. They didn't care if you died, as long as they could use your death to further their own agenda. They never cared about you, or your friends. They were just pawns to them, just like you are to me now."
Leia felt a stab of pain in her heart. Could it be true?
Jabba said "Be my slave and you will have your revenge" , while licking his lips. "I will give you command of my entire army and you will have the power to crush those who betrayed you."
Leia looked at Jabba, she couldn't deny that the thought of vengeance was tempting. She knew that the Resistance was flawed, that not everyone in it was as honorable as they claimed. But still, the idea that they would willingly sacrifice her and her friends... it was almost too much to bear. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts. "I agree to be your slave mighty Jabba"
Jabba clapped his hands together, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. "But first you have to make it official give the unbreakable vow"
Leia swallowed hard, knowing what Jabba expected her to say. She raised her chin and met his gaze defiantly. "I, Princess Leia Organa, do hereby swear my eternal loyalty and obedience to Jabba the Hutt, his heirs, and his successors. I pledge to serve him faithfully, and to obey his every command, no matter how degrading or humiliating. I will use my skills and abilities to further his interests, and to protect and expand his empire. So help me, the Force."
As she spoke the words, Leia felt a chill run down her spine. It was a betrayal of everything she believed in, but it was also the only way she could survive. Jabba nodded, satisfied. "Very good, my pet. You may go now. Prepare yourself for your new life as my slave girl. Tomorrow you will begin your training. Tonight, you will be rewarded with a special ceremony. You will be given to my most trusted servant, and she will pleasure you in any way she desires."
Leia's heart raced as she forced herself to stand. She bowed her head, trying to hide the anger and despair burning in her eyes. "Thank you, my Lord," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. As she turned to leave, Jabba reached out and roughly grasped her arm, pulling her back. "Oh, and one more thing, Princess." He leaned in close, his hot, foul breath washing over her face. "Don't forget your new name. From now on, you are known as 'Drakina'."
The next day, Leia awoke in a cold sweat, her nightmares filled with the faces of her friends and the horrors she had witnessed. She forced herself out of bed, dressing in the revealing slave girl's attire Jabba had given her. As she made her way through the palace, she could feel the weight of her new identity pressing down upon her like a leaden cloak. Every step was a struggle, every glance a reminder of the impossible position she found herself in.
Finally, she arrived at the training arena, where Jabba's most trusted warriors were gathered. They eyed her hungrily, their dark, lustful thoughts radiating from them like a palpable force. She fought to maintain her composure, to show them the strength and resilience she had always possessed. But inside, she was shaking with fear and revulsion.
The lead trainer, a massive Kaleesh named Xalex, stepped forward. His eyes were cold and merciless as he took in her appearance. "You are Princess Leia Organa, once a leader in the Rebel Alliance," he growled. "Now you are Drakina, my slave girl. You will learn to obey my every command, and to serve Jabba the Hutt as his most loyal servant."
Leia felt a fresh wave of shame wash over her as she bowed her head in submission. She knew that she had to push aside her feelings of guilt and betrayal if she wanted to survive. Xalex began her training with basic combat techniques, teaching her how to use a variety of weapons and how to defend herself against attack. As the days turned into weeks, she became stronger and more skilled, her movements graceful and deadly.
Over the following 6 months She had changed drastically she now possessed a heart devoid of goodness, light, virtue, etc. And she is now a fanatical and sadistic follower of Jabba, who she now worships as her Hutt Lord and master. She delights in torturing and killing anyone who defies Jabba, especially Jedi and Rebels. She is loyal and obedient to Jabba, who she sees as her only true love. She will do anything he commands, even if it means sacrificing her own life or betraying her own family or friends. She is now insane and unstable. She is obsessed with the dark side of the Force, which she believes gives her power and pleasure. She is cruel and vicious, using her skills and weapons to inflict maximum pain and damage to her enemies. She is especially fond of using her lightsaber, and her blaster, which she modified to shoot green bolts of plasma. She is arrogant and confident, believing that she and Jabba are invincible and superior to everyone else.
Her newfound insanity and loyalty to Jabba.
As She continued to serve Jabba, her descent into madness only accelerated. She reveled in the power and control she felt wielding a lightsaber, Her former allies, now enemies of the Hutt Lord, were hunted down and mercilessly executed. The galaxy trembled at the mere mention of her name, and the fear she inspired was a bitter sweet poison that flowed through her veins.
She no longer saw herself as Leia Organa the proud daughter of Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker. Those memories had been stripped away, replaced by the image of Jabba, her Hutt Lord and master. She was officially Drakina an extension of her lord's will, a living embodiment of his twisted desires. And so, when Jabba issued the order to wipe out a village cause one of his allies wanted the land, Drakina didn't hesitate for a moment.
Later, Luke arrives at the palace. Jabba and most of his court are asleep, but are awoken by Bib Fortuna (who, in trying to impede the Jedi's entrance, is Force-tricked into welcoming him). Drakina remains silent beside her Master, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and hunger for violence. Luke demands that Jabba release Han and his other friends, but the Hutt only laughs, amused by Luke's foolishness.
Luke uses the Force to pull a nearby blaster and attempts to shoot Jabba, but the Hutt activates the trapdoor to protect himself, dropping the Jedi and an unfortunate guard into the rancor pit.
After a battle with the rancor (which devours the fallen guard), Luke ultimately kills the monster by crushing it under the gate of its compound, piercing its neck with the spikes at the bottom of the gate. He is then captured and brought up by Jabba's thugs. Jabba, furious and orders the prisoners to be brought before him. Luke, Han, and Chewbacca are brought before Jabba.
Drakina, her eyes alight with malice, stands at her lord's side. She has never been so excited, so eager to spill blood and crush rebellion. As Luke demands Jabba release them, the Hutt merely laughs. He motions for Drakina to step forward, and she does so eagerly. Jabba orders her to kill Luke, Han, and Chewbacca, and with a cruel smile, she unsheathes her lightsaber.
The battle that ensues is a whirlwind of blades and energy bolts. Drakina, faster and more agile than the others, darts in and out of the fight with deadly precision. Her lightsaber hums through the air, deflecting blaster bolts and slicing through the prisoners' weak attempts at defense. Luke tries to use the Force against her, but she is too experienced and well-trained.
Han, seeing an opening, tries to attack Jabba, but Drakina easily disarms him. She then pushes him roughly aside, laughing cruelly as he falls to the floor. Chewbacca, enraged by the treatment of his friend, launches himself at Drakina, teeth bared and claws extended. She easily parries his attacks and then leaps high into the air, spinning her lightsaber around her body. As she comes down, she slices Chewbacca neatly in two, the Wookiee's body falling apart in a shower of gore.
Luke, horrified by the slaughter of his friends, focuses all of his anger and hate into the Force. With a powerful surge, he throws Drakina off her feet, sending her flying across the room. She rolls expertly to her feet, her lightsaber already ignited and at the ready. The two Jedi circle each other, their weapons clashing with a cacophony of metal-on-metal sounds. Luke attempts to use the Force to choke her, but once again, her training allows her to resist.
Drakina, sensing Luke's desperation, taunts him, her voice low and menacing. "You're nothing but a pathetic child, Skywalker. You should have died with your mother." Her words cut Luke to the core, unleashing a torrent of rage within him. He launches himself at her, their lightsabers locked together as they struggle for dominance. The air around them crackles with energy, the force of their battle threatening to bring down the entire palace.
Jabba, amused by the spectacle, laughs from his throne. "Ha! This is better than any entertainment I could have hoped for!" The Hutt's court erupts in cheers, as if they were watching a sporting event.
Drakina, sensing Luke's growing desperation, presses her advantage, her attacks becoming faster and more ferocious. She feints one way, then another, her lightsaber a blur as it dances around Luke's clumsy strikes. Suddenly, she leaps high into the air, spinning her weapon expertly before plunging it downwards, aiming for Luke's heart. Luke barely manages to deflect the blow, but is thrown off balance by the force of the attack.
As they continue to fight, Jabba, growing bored with the spectacle, waves his hand dismissively. "Enough!" he commands. "Kill him!" Several of his guards rush forward, firing their blasters at Luke, who is still struggling against Drakina. The Jedi manages to deflect most of the bolts with his lightsaber, but a stray shot catches him in the shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground.
Drakina, her eyes burning with triumph, ignores Luke for the moment, instead turning her attention to the guards. She slices through them effortlessly, her lightsaber humming like a swarm of angry insects. Jabba watches, amused, as Drakina clears a path to Luke's limp form. She kneels beside him, her lightsaber poised to deliver the killing blow.
Luke, struggling to rise, looks up at her, his eyes filled with hatred and despair. "You're no Jedi," he gasps. "You're just a tool of the Sith." Drakina laughs coldly, brushing aside his words. "You're pathetic, Skywalker. You're weak, and you're foolish. The galaxy would be better off without you."
Before Luke can respond, Jabba waves his hand again, motioning for her to continue. With a cruel smile, Drakina ignites her free hand, brandishing it like a weapon. Luke, recognizing the Force lightning she is about to unleash, tries to roll out of the way, but she is too quick. The electricity surges through his body, paralyzing him, as the smell of burning flesh fills the air. He feels his heart stop beating, his lungs seize up. Just as he is about to lose consciousness, he hears a familiar voice in his mind.
"Use the Force, Luke!" it says. "Let go, and let the Force guide you!"
Luke struggles to focus, to ignore the pain and the paralysis. He reaches out with the Force, searching for something, anything, to give him strength. And then he finds it: the beating heart of his fallen comrade, the Wookiee. He connects with that strength, that raw power, and channels it through himself. His body convulses as the electricity surges through him once more, but this time, he's ready. He forces himself to his feet, his lightsaber blazing in his hand.
Drakina said "Time to die Skywalker, just like when I killed Leia"
Luke, enraged by the mention of Leia, launches himself at Drakina with a fury. Their lightsabers clash, the sound of metal grinding against metal filling the air. The entire palace trembles with the force of their battle, as if it might crumble beneath their combined might. The guards cower in fear, knowing that even their blasters are useless against such a display of power. The struggle continues until the force of their blows knocks off Drakina's hood and Luke sees her face revealed: the face of Leia, his friend.
The realization hits him like a physical blow, and for a moment, he is stunned. Drakina takes advantage of his confusion, pressing her attack harder than ever before. Luke regains his composure just in time, blocking her lightsaber with his own. He looks into her eyes, searching for any sign of the Leia he once knew, but all he sees is the cold, calculating killer standing before him.
As Luke and Drakina continue their ferocious duel, Jabba the Hutt, amused by their strength, decides to place a bet on the outcome, setting off a chaotic gambling frenzy amongst his cowering guards and sycophants.
The clash of their lightsabers echoes through the palace, as if the very foundations of Jabba's criminal empire are being shaken to their core. The air is thick with the smell of ozone, burning metal, and fear. Luke's face is etched with determination, while Drakina's features are twisted into a mask of rage and madness.
The guards, caught between their loyalty to Jabba and their fear of the two warriors, hesitate. Some take cover, others aim their blasters, unsure of whom to fire upon. Jabba, enjoying the show, waves his hand dismissively, as if to say that the outcome is of little consequence to him.
Drakina dodges a slash from Luke giving her the opening she needs to end this
fight once and for all. With a swift movement, she slices off Luke's right arm at the elbow. The stump of his arm flies through the air, spraying blood everywhere. Luke lets out a pained cry as he struggles to maintain his grip on his lightsaber with his remaining arm. Drakina advances on him, ready to deliver the killing blow.
Drakin said "It's over you pathetic Jedi" and with a quick slash cuts off Lukes other arm. Luke falls to his knees, his lightsaber clattering to the ground. Drakina raises her lightsaber high above her head, ready to deliver the final blow. "Die, Skywalker!" she snarls, her voice filled with hatred.
At that moment, a blaster bolt zings past her head, narrowly missing her. She turns to see one of Jabba's guards, his eyes wide with fear, his hand shaking as he tries to steady his weapon. Drakina takes advantage of the distraction, spinning around and disarming the guard with a quick flick of her wrist. Before he can react, she presses the muzzle of his blaster against his forehead.
"You're either with me," she growls, "or against me."
Drakina tosses the blaster aside, her focus now completely on Luke, who lies at her feet, blood pouring from his stumps. She hovers over him, her lightsaber mere inches from his neck. Luke's eyes are wide with pain and fear, but there's something else there as well: determination.
"You will not win, Drakina," Luke whispers. "The light will always triumph over darkness."
Drakina's lips curl into a sneer. "And what light is there in you, Skywalker? You are but a broken tool, a puppet dancing on the strings of the past. You have failed Leia, and you have failed the Jedi. You are nothing." With a sudden movement, she slashes downward, removing Lukes head from his shoulders. The head rolls across the floor, blood spraying from the neck stump. Drakina holds the lightsaber aloft, reveling in the power she feels coursing through her veins.
The guards and sycophants, stunned into silence by the brutal display, slowly come back to life. They exchange nervous glances, some of them still clutching the credits they'd wagered on the outcome of the fight. Jabba the Hutt, amused by the violence but unmoved by the death of his former captive, dismisses the guards with a wave of his massive hand. "Clean up this mess," he growls, "and see that the body is disposed of. And bring me the head."
As the guards scramble to obey, Drakina steps over Luke's lifeless corpse, her boots leaving trails of blood on the marble floor. She meets Jabba's gaze, and for a moment, they share a knowing look. He nods, acknowledging her victory.
Drakina kneels before Jabba and says "My Master I beg your forgiveness for the duel taking so long, If you would honor me with the task I shall begin immediate repairs"
Jabba chuckles, "Very well, Drakina. You have proven your loyalty once again. As for repairs... I want you to take the Skywalker's remains and fashion them into a trophy. A grisly reminder to all who would oppose me of the price of defiance." His eyes gleam with malice as he continues, "And as for the head... I want it mounted on a spike above my throne. Let it serve as a warning to all who enter my presence."
Drakina bows her head in submission. "It shall be done, my master." She reaches down and lifts the severed head by its matted hair, her black-nailed fingers pressing into the bloody skin. The guards exchange uneasy glances but dare not interfere. With a grunt of effort, Drakina stands up, the head dangling at her side like a sickening trophy. She turns and marches from the throne room, leaving behind a trail of blood and the echoes of Jabba's twisted amusement.
In a dark chamber deep within Jabba's palace, Drakina carefully begins the process of transforming Luke Skywalker's body into a macabre trophy. She strips the flesh from his bones, revealing the skeleton beneath. Using her knowledge of Jabba's taste in decoration, she carefully arranges the bones into a twisted sculpture, adorning it with pieces of Luke's own armor and weapons. As she works, she can't help but feel a perverse sense of satisfaction in the irony; the man who had sought to destroy her now serves as a testament to her power and loyalty.
When the sculpture is complete, Drakina returns to the throne room with it, her black cloak now stained with blood and viscera. Jabba's eyes light up with pleasure as he sees the grisly work of art. He motions for one of his guards to take the trophy and place it on a pedestal in a corner of the room. The guard obeys, carefully setting the bones and armor into place. As he steps back, Drakina kneels before Jabba once again.
"My master," she says, her voice steady despite the gruesome task she's just completed, "the sculpture is finished. It is my hope that it brings you as much pleasure as it does me."
Jabba chuckles, his laughter echoing through the throne room. "Indeed, Drakina. Your skills are truly unmatched. Rise, my servant. Your loyalty has not gone unnoticed." He waves a hand, summoning a pair of his most trusted guards. "Take her," he commands, "and see that she is properly rewarded for her efforts."
The guards escort Drakina from the throne room, their hands on their blaster rifles. As they leave, she can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. She knows that her life as a servant to Jabba the Hutt will continue, filled with violence and depravity. But for now, she has proven herself once again, and the knowledge that she has bested even the great Luke Skywalker is enough to sustain her through whatever trials may come.
Drakina is led through a series of winding corridors, the air thick with the smell of spices and fear. Finally, they emerge into a small chamber decorated with luxurious furnishings and a view of the gleaming desert beyond. A large, ornate chest sits in the center of the room, its contents visible through a glass panel.
"This," says one of the guards, gesturing to the chest, "is a gift from Jabba himself. It contains the finest credits, jewels, and spices that his empire has to offer. Enjoy your reward, Drakina."
Drakina approaches the chest with a mixture of awe and trepidation. She opens the lid, revealing a treasure trove of riches beyond her wildest dreams. Her fingers tremble as she reaches in and takes a handful of glittering gems, their colors shimmering in the dim light. She can already taste the exotic spices that waft from the chest, filling her nose and mouth with their heady scent.
"Thank you, my master," she says, her voice husky with emotion. "I will not fail you again."
The guards exchange knowing glances, well aware of the price of failure in Jabba's court. They nod solemnly and depart, leaving Drakina alone with her thoughts and her newfound wealth. As she sits on the floor of the chamber, running her fingers through the piles of credits and jewels, she can't help but wonder what sort of challenge Jabba will set for her next. For now, however, she relishes the brief respite from the brutal realities of life as a servant to the Hutt.
She spends several hours exploring the contents of the chest, savoring the scents and textures of the various items. When she grows tired of counting credits, she pours some of the finest spices into her palm and inhales deeply, feeling the heat spread through her chest. She wonders if Luke Skywalker ever had such luxuries before he crossed paths with Jabba. She doubts it.
As night falls, she retires to her chamber, which has been lavishly appointed with silken sheets and a view of the twinkling stars above. She lies in bed, watching the shadows dance across the walls, her mind racing with possibilities for what Jabba might ask of her next. She knows that her life as a servant to the Hutt will always be dangerous and unpredictable, but for now, she feels safe and cared for.