Bright Lights, Nar Shaddaa

“Can you imagine how hard it must have been for her, having to say goodbye of someone you love?”

The moment those words left her mouth, the Immortals hands balled into fists. He could still see her in the stasis chamber he had procured for her, so serene and peaceful. He could hear the high pitched whine of the machine that informed him that there was no heart beat or brain function. That tone, and the painful screams that followed it, were all the serenade that the ending of her life had received. He shook his head, forcing himself back into the present, as the Jedi prattled on. A drink? Don't kill the Hutt?

As she slumped against herself, the Immortal shifted her gently, laying her into a comfortable position, and set about tending her wounds. She was fooling herself if she had ever really though she could kill him, but that was a delusion that every Jedi he had ever crossed had shared, and one that he would allow her to keep. Who knew? Maybe one day she would find a way to end his suffering. His hands were surprisingly skilled as he set about caring for his patient, and once that was done he lay a blanket over her and stepped out of the med bay. It did not take him long to find the Hutt, and the astromech droid keeping it in check. He leaned against the wall slowly, a sigh escaping his lips. It would be so easy to kill the Hutt now and begone. There was no one left to stop him.

When Dia awoke her ship would be coming to land in Coruscant. The Hutt she had mentally soiled herself so to capture would still be cowering in the cargo hold, while the powerful bounty hunter known as the Immortal was outside the ship, clinging to the side like some kind of horrifying insect. Just before the ship reached the Jedi Temple, the Immortal fell away from the hull, dropping down through the air to disappear into the smog of the lower levels. And on her chest, a small hand written note.

One drink. I will find you.