Darth Shaf

A hooded figure stepped into the room. From what Leia could see it was a man. Tall with a blonde beard covering his chin though the rest of his face was obscured. Dressed all in black the man held a lightsaber in his right hand. Engaged, it shone an orange light.

A few of the guards that were stationed at the other doors heard the commotion and started running at the jedi, or possibly the sith Leia thought. In a matter of seconds the man dispatched the guards with a few theatrical swirls and flicks until all of them lay dead at his feet.

The noise created by the struggle was enough to wake Jabba from his slumber. Put of instinct the Hutt yanked back on Leia's leash until she fell against his belly. Which of course was amplified by the fear that was running through his veins. Leia let out a gutteral moan as she landed flat against her master. Oh how she was sick of that feeling and though she too was scared for her life she knew that one way or another Jabba most likely wouldn't be yanking her around much longer.

"Who? Who are you?" Jabba shouted at the hooded man his spare hand reaching down to stroke Leia's shoulder. A way to calm himself down.

"Don't you remember me? Old friend" the hooded man said as he pulled back his hood. His face was white as milk, his eyes red as blood, his hair long and tied up in a top knot near the top of his head. Handsome in his own way though Leia didn't really think now was a situation where she should be eyeing up a killer.

"Shaf? How did you survive?" Jabba pleaded, his voice full of terror.

"You think a meer Sarlaac pit can hold me? It may have taken me some time but really it was more of a hindrance" Shaf answered. In fact it had taken near 90 years to escape but it wasn't as if Shaf had a calender on him to tell him just how long he'd been gone.

"You're right. I was a fool. Let me make a deal with you? You name what you want and it's yours" Jabba again pleaded.

"No deals this time Hutt. Just ****". And with that Shaf threw his lightsaber at the Hutt. It crashed between his eyes as Jabba gave out an almighty roar. Leia too shouted, though she cried due to the pressure at which Jabba's hand pulled out of reflex before falling limp in ****.

Shaf had done it. He had killed the Hutt for once and for all. Using the **** he drew back his saber to his hand. Switching it off he looked down at the former crime lord's current favourite.

His eyes filled with lust, just as most men's did. He scanned over Leia's supple and scantly clad body. Following the curves of her legs and stomach. She was truly a fine beauty.

"Don't worry little one. He can't hurt you anymore" Shaf said as he stepped closer. Leia licked her lips as she sat forward. One burning question on her mind. She asked.