Dauntless - Luke Skywalker

02

Iverine stumbled as the man's weight pressed against her, his intoxicated state making him unsteady on his feet. His arm hung heavily around her shoulder as she guided him away from the lively, noisy atmosphere of Jabba's lair, toward a more secluded spot. Once they arrived at their destination, Iverine gently disentangled herself from the man, allowing him to plop down onto the couch with a graceless thud. The man's head lolled slightly, and he let out a sloppy, drunken chuckle.

"We're alone now, sweetheart," he slurred, raising a hand sluggishly, "You can ditch those clothes now."

She teased, her fingers nimbly undoing a button on her clothes. "Perhaps you'd like some assistance," she purred. The man grinned as he approached her, pinning her against the wall. He took his time, his hands roaming shamelessly over her body. She leaned into his neck, beginning to kiss and nibble at the sensitive skin. He let out a guttural groan, his fingers continuing their exploration.

In a barely audible tone, she whispered into his ear, "Any last words before things get really interesting?"

The man chuckled, his breath already coming in shallow gasps as her lips moved against his neck. "You're a tease," he said, his hands drifting lower on her body. "But I like it."

With a final, deep puncture, Iverine's canine teeth sank into the man's flesh, causing him to cry out in pain. The man's hands stilled on her body, his grip losing its strength as he began to swoon. He slumped to the ground, unconscious from the shock and pain.
Iverine looked down at the motionless form of the man, her lips stained red with his blood. She smirked, her expression a mix of satisfaction and disdain.

"Thank you, idiot." she murmured, her voice cold and mocking. She glanced down at her legs, watching as the last traces of scales vanished, replaced by human skin.

She looked around briefly, ensuring they were still alone, before leaning down toward the unconscious man. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes taking in the sight of blood on her fingers.

"Too bad your blood tastes terrible," she commented with a slight scowl. "But you served your purpose nonetheless."

She gave one last derisive glance at his motionless form before walking away, her steps confident and quiet as she made her way out of the secluded spot.

Iverine's ability to switch between human and mermaid forms came with a price. While she could maintain her human body for extended periods, the mermaid scales would gradually re-emerge over time. To prolong her human form, she discovered a unique solution: consuming blood. Every time she drank blood, the process temporarily slowed down the return of the scales, allowing her to remain human for extended periods. The more blood she consumed, the longer her human form endured.

The thought of Han Solo brought a pang of resentment to Iverine's mind. It was due to his actions, his theft of something precious and important, that she found herself cursed with this strange transformation. Thanks to his recklessness, she had to endure the constant struggle to maintain her human form, drinking blood to stave off the reemergence of her mermaid scales.

As Iverine approached the noisy, lively area of Jabba's lair, she steeled herself for the inevitable encounter ahead. Jabba, she knew, had a strange fascination with her mermaid form. In the past, he had kept her locked away in a tank, showing her off like a prized possession. But she had escaped, refusing to be a captive any longer. Now, she returned to Jabba's palace, knowing that time was of the essence. Jabba would surely seize her again to satisfy his twisted desires. That's why she had to act quickly to retrieve Han Solo before she became a prisoner once more.

Iverine's eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the woman who was chained up and never far from Jabba's side. She wore a metal bikini, a sight that made Iverine grimace in disgust. From the woman's attire, Iverine knew that this woman's situation was the result of her own lies. The woman had initially presented herself as a bounty hunter, claiming to have captured a wookie companion of Han Solo. Jabba had been willing to pay generously, but her deception was exposed when night came. Now, she was trapped, her fate mirroring that of the two droids that had delivered the message about a Jedi. Now, all of them were doomed to be Jabba's slaves, forced to serve his whims and satisfy his twisted desires.