Xithispk: Insectoid alien criminal who Leia's met before

The smell of the room hit Leia like a slap, the air thick with a sour tang that clawed at her nostrils, something between stagnant pond scum and overripe fruit left to fester. She froze in the doorway, her breath catching sharp in her throat as blood-red compound eyes locked onto her, facets glittering under the low lights like shattered gems catching fire. Xithispk Shi'tstane pushed off the wall with a lazy creak of his segmented carapace, his eight-foot frame uncoiling in a hunch that still loomed over her, four arms flexing idly, the thicker pair cracking knuckles while the wiry ones twitched like they itched to grab. His glossy black shell gleamed with an oily sheen, wiry hairs rasping faintly as he shifted, and that stubby abdomen behind him gave a little twitch, betraying whatever passed for excitement in his bug-brain. He wore rags, a cloak stretched awkwardly around his insectoid body and a loincloth around his waist. Mucus dripped from those flaring slits on his face, slow and viscous, pooling on the floor with a soft plop that echoed too loud in the quiet space.

Leia was too stunned by the sight to speak. She hadn't even considered that her partner wouldn't be human.

He buzzed low, a grating vibration that rattled through her chest, his mandibles clicking open in what might've been a grin, revealing those needle teeth and the inner jaws flexing hungrily. "Well, well, if it ain't the little rebel princess herself. Leia Organa. Or is it Solo now? Heard you shacked up with that smuggler scum." His voice scraped like broken glass dragged over gravel, each word laced with a wet hiss from that whipping tongue flicking out to taste the air. He lumbered closer, heat rolling off him in waves, furnace-hot and stinking of acrid spice and rot, making her eyes water just a bit.

Leia's stomach lurched, recognition slamming into her like a blaster bolt. She'd seen this monster before, back during the Rebellion's grittier days, busting a ring of slavers on some backwater moon. He'd been the muscle, the one pinning down those Twi'lek dancers while his crew laughed. She wasn't sure his exact species, some cousin of the Killik. "You," she spat, her voice steadier than she felt, though her hands clenched at her sides nails digging into palms. "Xithispk Shi'tstane. I put you away for ****. How the hell did you end up here? This has to be a mistake."

He let out a cackling buzz, his compound eyes pulsing brighter, that tongue darting out to lick at a strand of his own mucus dangling from the two nose slits above his mouth. "Mistake? Nah, princess. This is payback, all thanks to that pretty law. Genetic match, they say. Optimal for breeding **** brats or whatever bullshit the Republic's peddling now." He circled her slowly, his clawed feet scraping the carpeted hotel floor, close enough that she could feel the buzz vibrating through his thorax, humming against her skin. "Remember me now? You and your laser-toting pals raided my operation, cost me years in a hole. But look at you. Still got that fire, huh? Bet it burns real nice when you're on your knees."

She backed up a step, hitting the door that had already sealed shut behind her with a soft click, her heart hammering wild in her ears. "This isn't happening. You're a criminal. A ****. The system wouldn't pair me with... with something like you." Denial flooded her, hot and bitter, tasting like bile on her tongue, but underneath it lurked a thread of dread, the law's claws sinking deeper. She glanced around the room, at the bed with its crisp sheets that smelled faintly of antiseptic, the dim lights hiding shadows where she didn't want to look. Han's face flashed in her mind, his rough hug that morning, but it felt distant already, smothered by the reek filling her lungs.

Xithispk's laugh buzzed louder, his wiry arms shooting out to grab her shoulders, claws pricking through her robes just enough to sting without breaking skin, pulling her flush against his hard shell. The contact burned, his oily surface slick and warm, those hairs rasping against her like coarse wire. "Oh, it's happening, Leia. And you're gonna love every second. Republic's got you by the pussy now. Me? I'm just the lucky bug who gets to break you. Bet that smuggler of yours never stretched you like I will." He leaned in, his mandibles brushing her ear, hot breath reeking of algae, making her shiver despite the revulsion coiling in her gut.

She shoved at his chest, her palms sliding on the slime-coated plates, but he didn't budge, just tightened his grip with a pleased hum. "Get off me. This is wrong. I'll report this, fight it in the senate—"

"Report what? You're not leaving this room 'till you're nice and knocked up with my spawn." He released her abruptly, stepping back with a mocking bow, his thicker arms gesturing to her robes. "Strip, princess. Slow. Make it a show for old Xithispk. I wanna see what the last princess of Alderaan is hiding under there." His cock twitched visibly beneath his loincloth, the ridges visible through the fabric as it swelled, the air growing thicker with his sharp, acrid musk.