Zam played idly with a couple of credits in her hand while slumped over a warm cup of tea. She was bored, and that was that.
Nearly a month of hiding out. Jango hadn't paid her a "visit" since the Naboo Senator deal, so she was still safe. She'd heard he and Boba had died on some obscure planet, but that didn't mean anything. She didn't feel terribly sorry for Jango... he would've killed her. He DID kill her. Well, her decoy.
She snickered. He had no idea she had that little trick up her sleeve! A perfect deception, the parasite she'd trained to impersonate her when shocked to life. So life-like, because it WAS alive. She'd found it in the possession of some reckless smuggler she'd tracked down. It had taken Zam quite awhile to figure out what it was, and how to use it. But when she had, oh what fun!
Zam inserted a long finger into her tea until it turned red and tingled. No more hassling Fett...
But what about Boba?
Zam's smirk faded and her hand relaxed into her tea. Yeah, what about Boba? She'd always liked the boy. Such a pity he'd been reported dead... He had such a cute face.
She realized her eyes were fogging over and cursed herself and clamped her hand over eyes. "Man... what am I thinking?!" she muttered. "He's just a kid! A little twerp not worth my time!" her voice croaked, and she sipped her cup of tea, which by now was getting a little cold.
She noticed a Rodian at another table staring at her. "Hey... is there something climbing on my head? Cause if there isn't, would you mind your own business?" She shot at the bug-eyed alien.
"Sorry!" it spoke and averted it's eyes.
Zam grumbled and stood up, her robe catching on the edge of her table. She yanked it off with a snarl. Nothing to do but sit here and wait... Wait for her chance to get off of this stupid rock and make sure she wasn't being hunted. Then, and only then, would she dare to start rebuilding her messed-up life.
She walked past a server droid and gave it her two credits.
"Thank you for your partonage." it droned in a metallic, sincere voice.
"Whatever." Zam walked out of the diner, wincing as a blast of frigid air hit her face. She drew her robe closer about her neck and turned a corner and walked down a little street to where she'd been living for the past few weeks. It was a grungy place, but there was nowhere better to hide.
Oh yeah... and she was running low on credits.
Zam had kept her human form, but shed her outfit - it would have been decidedly stupid not to. And while Zam was young, she wasn't stupid. She now fumbled around in her pocket for her key.
"Grehk, where is that n-naughty ke-y!" she said, the cold making her teeth chatter slightly. She stopped and pulled out all the items in her suitpockets. "Trash, trash, trash... Zam, didn't your mother always tell you to clean out your clothes?" she berated herself, then lifted a curious squarish object up to the faint light of a neon sign. "A-ha! There you are!"
"Yes, and there you are!" a voice came from behind her. A voice she thought she knew.
Zam drew in a sharp breath, grabbed her wrist blaster from it's holster, and turned her body around and about to point it at the source of the voice - in time to avoid a blaster bolt.
"Agh!" she growled, and shot at a dark murky form. It avoided her shots easily, seeming to glide in the dark, letting loose several blasts of it's own.
"Oh shit!" she cried and dove for the hulk of a GONK droid, scrambling behind it and lifting her blaster over the edge, then looking around. Ok, so it was too dark to see in this range.
Her appearance changed and now looking up from the droid was a pair of phosphorescent green eyes. Good, now she could see better.
Before her was a lizard creature - a Trandoshan. Yup, it was that idiot what's-his-name daddy of a criminal she'd killed about a year back. Looking for revenge, it looked like.
And it couldn't see her. She saw his head turn stiffly, his blaster held ready, and imagined him growling hatefully.
"You will pay for the death of Grosp! Come out now so I can kill you properly!"
Geez, what an idiot! Zam thought, aimed her blaster, and squeezed the trigger.
The trandoshan gurgled and fell down in a heap of burnt flesh and scales.
Zam got up and fired another shot at the corpse to make sure.
This was not good. Someone she hardly knew had tracked her here. It was time to move again. She'd go to her place, get a couple of essentials, and head out immediately.
She smiled wearily. Oh well... at least she didn't feel cold anymore!