You, Render Helbent, kick back confidently in the co-pilot seat of your transport, alongside your partner, Trixi Shears, who is lazily navigating a sparse asteroid field.
"Hey, watch it," you warn her as a rock drifts uncomfortably near.
"I got it, Render. I'm not letting an asteroid get us after what we went through yesterday," Trixi snaps.
"No kidding," you mutter. "Poor Deckard," you add quietly.
"Eh, he fuckin' deserved it, the cocky bastard." Trixi said blithely. "At least we don't have to feed the prisoner now," she chuckled.
"True, and we don't have to split the payment three ways now," you admit. "Speaking of which, I'd better check on him, I guess."
You stand and open the door behind the two of you. "If he eats you, I ain't saving you," Trixi mutters. "You'll get out the same way Deckard did." You wince and wrinkle your nose at the memory, trying to put the image-and the smell- from your mind. Bound to the back wall of your clanker of a starship is a naked man with a gag over his mouth. You can't help but shake your head in amusement.
"Han Solo... how the mighty have fallen," you chuckle. You marvel again at the fact that you have the legendary smuggler in your custody. "You know, I used to hear stories about you that were so inspiring. Honestly, I'm disappointed... you're one of the easiest marks I've ever taken." Solo stares unfazed at the floor, ignoring your jeers. His brown hair is unkempt and tangled, and his belly is still chubby and fattened by the meal he made of your former partner. You can't help but admire his flesh a bit lustfully. He's a fine catch and would make a heavenly snack, and you'd love nothing more than to boast of squeezing the great Han Solo out of your asshole as a lump of poodoo. "Mmm," you drool, cupping his chin and raising his head to face you. "You're lucky Jabba wants you alive and wriggling or I'd have you right here.."
No sooner has Jabba's name left your mouth than Solo's eyes flash with fear, and he lets out a silent whimper. You smirk and release him. "Say what you will about that Hutt, but he has fine taste in meat, wouldn't you say?" You chuckle and turn to leave, but Solo grunts suddenly. He mumbles and grunts through his gag, trying to say something. With a frown, you warily step towards him and pull back his gag just enough to let him speak.
"Water... please," he begs, his voice weak and small. You let the gag snap back and raise an eyebrow. After what happened to Deckard, you're all too aware that this smuggler is a tricky one, but water isn't too unreasonable a request. Furthermore, as much as you're enjoying the sight of this legend brought so low, he is a man of renown and deserves some small amount of dignity. On the other hand, why take the risk?
