He took one last look at Mralak's corpse and turned to go back out the window when he noticed it sitting on a dresser next to the bed. He could hardly believe his eyes. He couldn't remember what it was called (Palm Droid, maybe) but it didn't matter. That dead man there who ran with rebel dissenters, who got black market weaponry, who killed high ranking Imperial officers, had his own personal organizer! Gimp happily took the treasure and headed back home.

The following evening (sunday) 0115 hours


He had taken a spot across the street form the cantina earlier in the day to conduct recon. He knew she had went to work that day, and, that she had not left via the front entrance. He wondered if maybe she had left out another exit closer to an eventual destination. Tired of waiting, he decided to go inside.

The sound system was down lower than usual, to accommodate the very few patrons who were still there. The lights also seemed to be turned up. A few shady characters were dispersed in groups of three or less all around the cantina. Only two bartenders were behind the mostly empty bar. A rather rotund grey haired Wookie on the right side, and a slim curvaceous blonde on the left. Gimp stumbled toward the bar in a manner that may be expected for a man entering a bar after midnight on Sunday. Careful not to overact his role, he wobbled up to the stool directly in front of his target and plopped himself down.

"You sure you need anymore to drink Buddy?" asked the barkeep while examining him.
"Caring, gorgeous, and can mix drinks? You must be a Goddess!" Gimp exclaimed before snatching up her hand. "Will you marry me Goddess?" he slurred at her.
"Yeah. Right. Thats exactly what I want." She motioned to the other bartender "You probably think shes 'gorgeous' too, huh?"
"That big ol' pussycat is a girl you say? Hmm, wonder what that would be like?"
"Did you just call her a big pussycat? Thats sweet." She gave him a slight smile.
"Yeah" he responded, "either that or I got pussy on my mind. Hahahahahaha." Her smile vanished as quick as it came and Gimp feigned a loss of balance.
"Pig" she muttered. "So what'll it be ?"
"Hmm, lets see... i'll have a ... um, no i want a ahhh..." she cut her eyes sharply at him "lemme have a Jedi Mind Trick" he finally decided.
"Coming right up." While she prepared his drink, he surveyed the scene in a teetering fashion. Satisfied that noone was concerned with him he turned back to the bar in time to see her glaring at him while she finished his drink. "Aww, don't be salty mama" he whined. "I'm jus tryin to have a little fun. You should be nice to me, I got a tough life."
"Oh yeah" she snapped "whats so tough about it?" He smiled inwardly as he tensed up his body and glared sneakily around the room. He leaned closer to the bar and motioned the young beauty to do the same. Reluctantly, she moved in and held his gaze. "You know those Imperial bastards?" he whispered. She gave him a look of rapt attention and a slight nod. He revealed to her the hiding place up his sleeve where he sometimes kept his dagger and said "I make sure they get whats comin to them" as he grinned a devilish grin. She stayed close and smiled back at him knowingly. "You know a guy named Mralak?"
"You mean Mralak from by the hardware store? Hangs with Detrew and Fipot?" he asked pulling names from memory out of the organizer.
"Oh you must know him well."
"Laky and me go way back mama." he lied.
"He hates that nickname you know?"
"Of course I know, why you think I call him that?" he smiled broadly at her.
"Thats my boyfriend" she said coyly.
"What?! So you're the busty blonde he's always goin on about."
"He does not talk about me that way!"
"Oh yes he does, says alot more than that too" Gimp said with a wink. While she blushed and stammered, he prepared to ask the question that would decide her fate.
"So Laky is always tellin us how great you are, which I gotta say looks true...anyway that you're so great he's even gonna start gettin you in on the action. How's that been workin out?" Now it was her turn to glance shadily around the room. Feeling secure, she belly'd up to her side of the bar and motioned Gimp closer. She had a look of accomplishment on her face as she started "Well, he hasn't let me in on any attacks yet" she said in a low tone "but it turns out I'm really good at getting information out of those Stormtroopers."
"But aren't those just low level grunts?"
"Not all of them, but you don't have to be an officer to have a piece of useful information. As a matter of fact, one time, I was able to find out when a General was gonna take out his young daughter to get her first apartment. Even found out the exact apartment complex, all from some low level grunt. But you know what they say, loose lips sink ships."

Gimp had an absolutely evil glint in his eye and smiled " You don't say."

He took a step beyond the curtain and got his bearings. The room was a largish square, very little clutter, and much open space. She had a large dresser and mirror to his right and nothing that took up space on the left. There was a nightstand on either side of the bed. The room was at a comfortable temperate, even with the window open, so he quietly slid out of his coat and let it fall to the floor. Her bed was right across the room from him and as his eyes adjusted to the light, she came into view, with the foot of the bed closest to the front of the house.

He approached to within a few feet of his prey and stopped, taking in the moment. The woman resting before him was half the reason he was permanently crippled. She had been the agent that robbed him of the love of his life. He had thought the night before about burning her, setting her alight with no hope of relief, but decide that she didn't deserve to die the same death as Shar. All Gimp knew was that he wanted the woman to die painfully. A whole day of concentrated thought on that very subject bringing him no closer to a plan, he decided to go with the flow.

You might say Sola was a very hard sleeper. All the time Gimp had been staring maliciously at her, moving through her room, she never stirred once. She breathed very deeply, slowly, and Gimp had instinctively matched his breathing to her rhythm. She lay in a fetal position on top of her blankets, facing the bedroom door. Her long blonde hair stretched out behind her like rays of light off a star. She wore low sheer low rise panties that wouldn't have been enough material to make a sock, and a peaceful look of angelic slumber on her face. As he thought of a way to change that look, Gimp went to get his tape out of his coat and closed the window.

The ropes were all wrapped around his waist like a sash and, seeing he only needed four of them, he put on in a pocket of his coat. He decided that if she woke up, her kicks would be much more dangerous than her punches, and so, started at her feet. Her right leg was on the bottom and since the bed wasn't very big, was close to the corner of the bed by the living room. He took off one of his ropes and kneeled at the corner of the bed. He quickly fashioned a double larks head knot, which was his favorite for these sorts of purposes, because it was easy to make and nearly impossible to undo by brute force. He put the rope on the bed and looked back up at her face, getting back in unison with her breath. He reached out and softly grasped her ankle, letting her get used to being held first. He gently squeezed it a few times, then slowly, straightened her leg toward him. Next, he lightly ran the loop over her foot and barely set the knot. He then tied the end to the nearest leg of the bed. Almost as if on command, she turned onto her back and splayed her right leg away from her body.

As he moved to the other side of the bed, Gimp couldn't help but take in the woman's form. Her figure was small and lean except for those areas a man is usually drawn to. He had barely even thought of women since the incident and now, right before him, lay a delicious example of feminine beauty. He observed how her breasts pointed away from each other with her on her back. How perky and awake they still looked. He let his eyes wander down her slim stomach doing a few laps around her belly button. The minuscule panties she wore barely covered her mound and, even in this dim light, were clearly see through. He didn't know how long he had been fixated on her most intimate area, but when he came to her breathing had stopped. His eyes slammed shut. He just knew she could feel him violating her with his eyes. He tried to clear his head and send out relaxing energy. Gimp opened his eyes slightly and saw her head turn back and forth. Not wanting to end this too quick, he placed his hands very lightly on top of both of her feet. He imagined the woman's discomfort and restlessness as a mass of white light throughout her body. As he stood there, barely touching her, he imagined the light oozing down her body and into his hands. When he saw her halfway drained he began breathing loudly at the slow, deep rhythm she had used earlier. By the time he felt he was done, she was back to breathing hard and out like a light. "Better be more attentive." Gimp thought. Within the next five minutes, he would have the rest of her limbs lightly tied down. She would tighten her own restraints as soon as she moved.

Satisfied with her state of incapacitation, Gimp relaxed. His tape and dagger were waiting dutifully a nightstand by her bed. He had already found the edge of the taperoll and stuck it to itself for quick usage. Now for a little fun. He sat on the bed next to her before lying with her like it was routine. He slid his right leg under her left, and put his left leg snugly between hers. He could tell she was used to her dead boyfriend coming into her bed late at night by the way she half smiled at him and groaned in her sleep. He propped himself up on his right elbow and slid that hand up under her neck. Laying on the made him wonder if it was normal to want to totally ravage someone who had taken so much from him. He needed a girlfriend, he assumed, and reached over his head left handed for his tape and dagger, which he put under her right armpit.

He put his left had on her knee and slowly ran it up her thigh, squeezing her firmly. She moaned a little bit as his hand slid straight up her stomach, between her breasts and onto her throat. He leaned closer to the sleeping beauty as his hand went back to her curves and whispered softly "Soola." Her eyebrows twitched. "Soola" he whispered again, this time squeezing and stroking the woman for emphasis. She let out a barely audible groan " mmm Mralak." He leaned closer still, close enough to lick her nose and then made his breath go in as hers went out. She moved to try to hold him, but stuck between dream and reality, did not fight her restraints. His hand supported her as she lifted her head to kiss her dream lover. As their lips met he imagined it as the last kiss he never got from Sharmella. When at last the tender embrace was over, Sola basked in the feeling of being truly loved. By the time she opened her eyes the tape was just hitting her mouth.

It amused him greatly, seeing the confusion in her eyes. She couldn't stop looking around between him, her restraints, and the tape on her mouth that covered most of the bottom of her face. He laughed a quiet laugh as the woman tried her best to scream. He looked around at the ropes that kept her in bondage, always amazed at how such a simple loop could be so inescapable. He was sitting on her lap, watching her fight. She fought hard. Very hard. He was glad he didn't try to subdue her, she was trashing so wildly that he could easily imagine her gouging out someones eye. Maybe next life. After about fifteen minutes, she saw the futility of the situation. Maybe she just got tired but she stopped fighting. He smiled as she tried to bore holes through him with her eyes, and then she figured out what he wanted.

He could have done anything he wanted to do to me before I woke up. And now he's just sitting there watching me. This sick son of bitch wants me to offer myself to him. He didn't want to take me, he wants me to give.I know what this bastard looks like. Once this coward finishes, I swear to everything good I'll pay a gay Wookie to rape this asshole.

A quizicall look went over his face as she started shaking her breasts like a cantina dancer. She looked at them sharply, glared at him, then shook them some more. Seeing that he wasn't getting the hint, she started thrusting her hips against him and grinding lewdly. She grunted rhythmicall just to be clear. Finally understanding, Gimp smiled at the helpless woman. "Are you offering me your body?" he asked. SHe nodded her head twice sharply. Gimp's smile grew much bigger as he lowered himself close to her. He snatched a handful of her long hair, making her wince. "I don't want your body Sola" he said as he picked up his dagger. "I want you to die painfully."

She fought again and tried to yell as she grasped the truth. Gimp made an incision barely a half inch deep where the womans ribs met in the middle of her ribcage that was just big enough for his hand. Sensing what may come next, she looked him in the eyes pleadingly, shaking her head back and forth. Gimp pulled her head forward by the hair so she could see, and stuck his fingers into the wound and under her ribs. Her scream was blood curdling even with her mouth shut. He pushed into the warmth of her body, and could feel trying to flex hoever she could to keep him out. He followed the beat of a rapidly flowing artery to his destination. Once he could feel the outline of her heart he stopped and shook her head. "Sola. Sola!" he said sharply.
She looked the tears and searing pain of having a mans forearm lodged in her chest. " You want me to stop?" he asked cloyingly, to which she immediatly begansobbing and nodding her head emphatically to. "Sola" he called to her. "Sola" he repeated with a smile. She stopped nodding her head and looked at him now. The smile never left his face as he said sweetly " You forgot to say 'Please.'"

Before the shock left her eyes, before she could take another breath, he was squeezing her hear as hard as he could. Her body shook and pitched, but he squeezed like his life depended on it. He could feel the muscle try to replel him, twitching and flexing through his grip, but it was starting to quickly fade. Before it gave out altogether he looked Sola in her eye and saw she still had a little fight in her. He smiled and kept his grip as he ripped his arm out of her as fast as he could. Only about two thirds of her heart came out, along with a major artery or vein he didn't know. He dropped it on the floor and went to the bathroom.If she wasnt dead yet, she would be soon.

After he washed his hands and put on his coat, he rummaged around her room a bit. Under her bed moved a shoebox that seemed unusually heavy. Upon opening the box, he was happy to find it filled with credits, probably her saved up tip money. Flush with cash, he headed home to delete the first name out of his organizer.