"At last! Master Luke's come to rescue me!" Threepio cried.
Luke saw Leia and Kyra dressed up as slave girls, with chain cuffs around their necks, and his anger spiked.
Easy, Luke. The baby can feel your anger. Kyra sent him in mind.
Luke looked his sister's way and saw that she had cut her hair recently. He liked the new look, and decided to comment about it later.
Jabba's right hand man woke up his master and told him of Luke.
"I told you not to admit him!" Jabba growled.
"I must be allowed to speak." Luke said.
"He must be allowed to speak." The handy man said.
"You weak-minded fool! He's using an old Jedi mind trick!" Jabba roared, pushing his assistant aside roughly.
"You will bring Captain Solo, the Wookie and the Banai family to me!" Luke took down his hood. "You can either profit from this, or be destroyed. It's your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate my powers."
Kyra held her breath in anticipation, as did Leia.
"There will be no bargain, boy! I shall enjoy watching you die!" Jabba boomed.
"LUKE, LOOK OUT!" Kyra yelled, which prompted Jabba to pull on her chain. Kyra glowered at her slave master and continued to watch with bated breath. Luke had fallen to another floor, and had encountered a Rancor.
Luke prevailed, and Leia and Kyra both sighed in relief as the Rancor was dead. But their relief was short lived, for now, Luke, Han, Noah and his sister and father were sentenced to death, and they heard that they were to be eaten by the Sarlacc in the Big Dune Sea.
Noah's sight had now come back, and when he saw his wife chained and forced to wear such a baring bikini, he forced down his anger because he knew the baby was near and could sense his emotions. His father however, he could not contain his anger at Jabba for enslaving his daughter in law, and Noah and Kris both had to calm him down.
Kyra once again felt Jabba pull on the chain around her neck, and snarled as she felt his slimy tongue on her back.
"Soon you will learn to appreciate me!" The gangster said.
"I sincerely doubt it, you piece of Shaak fodder!" She snapped back in Huttese, having been fluent in the language as well as in Nubian and basic.
Kyra rubbed her stomach in comfort because the baby was kicking quite a bit.
Outside, Noah could sense what the gangster was doing to Kyra and oh, how he wished he could get out of these binders and put an end to that oversized slug for touching-no-for assaulting his love!
"Keep calm, Noah. I can sense your anger." Luke said.
"How can I relax?! That disgusting oversized blob is assaulting Kyra and Leia! They doesn't deserve anything that he's doing!" Noah snarled.
"Nowie, I know you're like really angry, but Luke has a plan. I hope it works." Kris said to calm him.
The Banai family, Luke and Han were told that they were to be thrown into the Sarlacc pit, and digested for over 1,000 years.
"Eww!" Kris cringed.
"We won't go down that easily, you overgrown piece of slime!" Winter roared.
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The Youngest Skywalker
FanfictionCOMPLETED! Kyra Amidala Skywalker, the third and last child of Anakin and Padmé Skywalker from birth to when she joins Rey and Luke in the struggle between good and evil on Ach-To and other worlds in The Last Jedi! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE STAR...