Not for Prying Eyes.

New Plans.

Leia sat passively on her little bed of pillows and silks which was laid out in front of Jabba on his pedestal. After that first day of being shocked and literally hung into submission, Leia had barely spoken as she just silently did as she was told, even if when he wasn't watching, she would glare up at the slimy slug, imagining all the ways she could kill him.

Leia festered silently as she seemed to drift into periods where her body seemed to be flying on autopilot, leaving her with hours to her thoughts, especially in these moments when she wasn't performing and was just lounging lazily.

As far as she was concerned, morals could go kriff itself, she wanted revenge against Jabba, he had imprisoned Han and made her entertain him on a daily basis. In those few days, Leia thought of all the different ways she could do it. Leia was not an overly violent person, she may be quick to anger and often a ruthless warrior but Leia never took pleasure in killing, but for once, she decided to indulge in these dark notions, as long as she didn't loose herself in them.

A blaster bolt between the eyes just seemed too kind, too quick, like taking the easy path out. Leia wanted to make him suffer, not just for her, but for Han and every slave in the palace, even a lightsaber strike was too nice, she didn't really think that scum of a crime lord deserved to be killed by a sacred Jedi weapon, even if she could find R2 and take Luke's blade. It had to be slow and painful, but Leia could be patient when she wanted to be, she would have to wait for her window of opportunity.

And it would seem she didn't have to wait long...

The entire palace seemed to be quiet that afternoon, no parties, no performances, nothing, it was seemingly just a lazy day. Most of the criminals in the throne room were recovering from a hangover but Leia suspected they stayed mostly quiet because Jabba seemed to be sleeping and it was likely hell to pay if he was woken up.

Leia didn't mind, it meant no performing and no one basically drooling after her, she simply laid against her prized place in front of Jabba; she was his new favourite, a terrifying prospect if ever there was one.

The sound of soft footfalls approaching down the stairs to the throne room brought her back to reality, pulling her away from her thoughts of revenge. Bib Fortuna, Jabba's right hand Twi'lek, quickly but quietly made his way towards the stairs. Leia followed her gaze there as well and her face kit up in a smile as she saw a dark hooded figure standing by the steps.

Sitting up, Leia couldn't really hear what they were saying but she saw Luke's hand peak out from his robes, indicating his force influence over the Twi'lek who promptly stood aside. As Fortuna made his way back to Jabba's side, Luke walked briskly into the middle of the light, his hood still pulled up.

"At last! Master Luke's come to rescue me." 3PO's annoying but familiar voice cut through the relative silence - perhaps next time they should tell the protocol droid the plan and save him the embarrassment.

"Master," Bib Fortuna leaned over Jabba to wake him up which he did with a booming sound of alarm and outrage, but the Twi'lek continued to introduce the Jedi, under the influence of Luke's mindtrick.

Luke had always been better at Huttese than her so it was no surprise he didn't even need 3PO's input to understand what the slug was saying.

"I must be allowed to speak." He said calmly, despite the bombshell of a predicament they now found themselves in as Luke was unarmed due to their plan but said plan had just fallen apart.

Fortuna turned back to Jabba to presumably translate for Jabba but the syndicate grabbed him by the shoulder painfully, grumbling about how the Twi'lek was under the influence of a mindtrick.