Chapter 1

The streets of Mos Eisley were quiet that night, save for the occasional vagrant that wandered through the dark alleys in search of the nearest cantina or brothel. A pair of thieving jawas scurried after a whistling R4 astromech droid down south Yerba Street, briefly stirring awake a slovenly bith who muttered a few profanities before slumping back into his drunken stupor against a broken down landspeeder. A suspicious looking kubaz with a long snoot and black cloak crossed paths with a devilish devaronian, exchanging a few words and some friendly laughter, then went about their separate ways. At the end of the block two Imperial stormtroopers in desert patrol gear appeared for a moment, scanning the vicinity for any troublemakers, and then moved on to another street.

Leia watched them all from the balcony of a large open terrace three stories above. She could only imagine what the common people of this city were doing tonight, and she envied their freedom, for her life was the life of a slave – a concubine to the great Jabba the Hutt, criminal overlord of Tatooine. The nearby snort of a gruesome pig guard was yet another reminder of her captivity. Leia glanced over at the gamorrean posted at the terrace of Jabba's Mos Eisley townhouse and scowled at his leering gaze, knowing exactly what was on the sadistic swine's simple little mind. She endured such stares on a daily basis, dressed in the skimpiest of attire that appealed to Jabba's perverse tastes.

A slight breeze of the night air caused the half-naked woman to shiver and hug her body for warmth. It was moments like this she wished she still wore the blasted golden bikini and lashaa silk skirt. At least they provided a little more warmth than her new dancing costume, comprised solely of dark blue fishnet leggings with an open crotch that gave her master easy access whenever he pleased. Silver tassels covered her erect nipples, leaving little to the imagination of anyone laying eyes upon her sensuous body. A navel ring and other body jewelry also served as more permanent ornamentation for Jabba's precious property.

Her long brunette hair was bound in a simple bun style on the back of her head, with the rest hanging loose down to her shoulders, more casual than her original braided ponytail. A sparkling silver tiara served as the princess' "crown". It was the only elegant piece of her costume, yet its intention was to mock her former royal status.

The toes of her bare feet curled on the stone floor of the terrace rooftop as Leia contemplated returning to the den of debauchery inside where she could relax on a warm, comfortable bed of pillows surrounding the base of Jabba's elevated dais. The princess, however, decided to wait just a little longer to cherish this rare opportunity to be alone – outside – with a greater sense of freedom than she normally experienced as Jabba's slave.

During this retreat from the desert palace, Jabba and his small group of specially invited guests were enjoying the entertainment inside and paying no mind to the slave girl who chose to briefly slip away from the party. Her bloated master was busy listening to the raucous tunes of his newest indentured musician Tubo Tongoria while fondling a young twi'lek named Cha'Nema, thus allowing the alderaani princess to wander outside the hutt's smoky townhouse suite for a breath of fresh air.

The possibility of escape was non-existent given the two gamorrean guards posted on the rooftop watching her every move and the security collar around her neck which could paralyze her nervous system at any moment by use of the remote at Jabba's side. The crafty device had proven more efficient for Jabba and his guards since the replacement of the old chain-linked leashes that kept his pretty pets at bay. Its only consolation for Leia was the liberation of straying from Jabba's disgusting belly to mingle with the other slave girls throughout the hutt's desert fortress or to talk to her friend Porcellus, the homely palace cook. Yet Leia always remained wary of any unscrupulous character hiding in the shadows that would try to take advantage of a helpless slave girl when Jabba's attention lay elsewhere.

Turning her eyes from the empty streets of Mos Eisley below toward the clear night sky above, Leia gazed at the billions of stars that shined bright, longing to be on any planet but this one. She wondered if this was how Luke had felt, recalling the old stories he had shared with her about working his uncle's farm when he was a boy and feeling trapped on this dust ball of a planet at the far end of space without any hope of a promising future.

As if any of that compared to the life of an enslaved dancing girl for Jabba the Hutt, Leia mused. Her adoptive father, if he were still alive, would be ashamed of his daughter now. No longer the virtuous princess of the Royal House of Alderaan, she was now just another whore in the Outer Rim.

Right on cue, Leia felt the mild twitch of an electrical jolt from her slave collar, signaling a summons from Master Jabba. Sighing in resignation, she turned from the balcony and walked back into the spacious townhouse suite. The stench of spice mixed with smoke filled her nostrils and the loud obnoxious noises of laughter from the people in the room rang in her ears, suddenly drowned out by a fast-paced jazzy beat from the one-man band that entertained them. It all reminded her of the main audience chamber back in Jabba's palace, though a little smaller and more cramped with people. Leia preferred the townhouse though, having been there twice before and finding it more comfortable and safer for a slave girl than the hutt's dangerous desert citadel.

In one corner of the suite's main room, Tubo the two-headed troig specialized in playing both ends of his doozophone at the same time, thereby creating a unique sound that few could replicate. He had fallen into this gig by accident while romancing Jabba's former lead singer Sy Snootles at the hutt's palace six months ago. A night of passion resulted in the untimely demise of Sy who had choked to death while performing fellatio on Tubo's lengthy manhood. As punishment, Jabba ordered Tubo to fulfill the rest of Sy Snootles' contract or else be fed to the sarlacc. It was an offer Tubo couldn't refuse.

Cha'Nema, the teenage twi'lek with bright red skin of the rare lethan variety, lay helpless against the vile hutt's bulbous belly, whimpering softly as the wretched slug fondled her pert young tits with one pudgy hand. Below him lay three more slave girls on the bed of pillows: Jess, the pale Chandrillan beauty with a purple streak in her long silvery white hair; Yarna d'al Gargan, the voluptuous six-breasted Askajian; and another brunette human slave girl wearing a sheer green lacy skirt and a tight leather bra wrapped around her buxom breasts. The brunette looked up at Leia with deep blue eyes and gave a faint smile just before Jabba's booming voice filled the room.

"Ahh, Leia my pet, come ... come dance to Tubo's music for us. Entertain me with that lovely body of yours," Jabba spoke in Huttese.

"Yes, Master," Leia replied with solemn obedience. Having learned a bit of the Huttese language these many months spent in Jabba's palace, the princess could now respond in her master's native tongue whenever he addressed her.

"And you, Camie," Jabba acknowledged the brunette on the pillows below him, "Go dance with your sister."

Camie quickly rose to her feet and joined Leia at the center of the room. Together they looked like they could be related -- both of similar height, build, and hair color. For this reason, Jabba referred to them as his beautiful "slave sisters" and enjoyed watching them perform together to satisfy his pseudo-incestuous fantasies of the two young women.

To the beat of Tubo's pulsating music, Camie and Leia strutted around in a circle, parading their half-naked bodies for the small audience surrounding them. Having performed this particular routine many times before, the two women had their dance down perfectly, moving in synchronous rhythm with each other as they swayed and gyrated their petite forms to the stirring sounds of Tubo's doozophone. Twirling around on bare feet, both women mirrored each other's moves in an exotic showcase of sensuality and athleticism.

Camie's leather bra was the first piece of clothing to go, playfully tossed onto the floor as she unleashed her jiggling breasts to the crowd of horny onlookers. Leia stepped up behind her, embracing Camie and cupping her hands on each breast as they grinded their hips together to the pounding music. Looking over her shoulder at Leia, Camie opened her mouth briefly as they touched tongues in a seductive tease, and then whipped around to face her partner, unclasping the two silver tassels to completely expose Leia's own breasts. Leaning down, Camie took one of Leia's luscious tits in her mouth and gingerly sucked the hardened nipple, caressing it with her tongue.

Leia moaned softly, still moving in step to the sensual music, then turned around with her back to Camie and slowly bent over. With hoots and hollers of encouragement from the crowd, Leia wiggled her ass as she slid the blue fishnet leggings down inch by mesmerizing inch, giving half the audience a perfect view of her round ass and bald, gleaming wet pussy. The tiny silver ring that pierced her clitoris caught the eyes of every male in the room as it sparkled under the lights. Kicking the leggings aside, Leia twirled around and flaunted her smooth naked body in all its glory.

Like her native slave sister of Tatooine, Leia sported the perfect body of a dancer, having developed it during the many months of her enslavement. Her lithe form had become more toned and flexible throughout her frequent practice routines in Jabba's private harem with Camie and the other slave girls. Leia's once light alderaani complexion had turned into an alluring golden tan thanks to her occasional ventures outside the palace under the desert planet's twin suns.

Still dancing to the music, her naked body looked exquisite under the colorful lights while Camie thrilled the other half of the audience by removing her own green diaphanous skirt and baring her own delicious nudity. With Jabba's lovely slave sisters stripped completely naked, the crowd went wild, cheering and whistling for the grand finale they had come to expect.

Camie and Leia joined together in a passionate tongue-twirling kiss, rubbing and grinding their hot naked flesh in a loving embrace. Slowly they dropped to their knees on the dark marble floor and continued their sensual lovemaking. Their performance was not merely to entertain Jabba and his wicked associates; the two women were genuinely attracted to each other, having spent a lot of time together in the harem developing a strong and intimate friendship this past year, comforting and supporting each other through the trials and tribulations of their enslavement. Leia had not felt this close to another woman since her secret trysts with her childhood friend Winter years ago on Alderaan.

By now, completely oblivious to those around them or the music of Tubo's horn, the two slave sisters continued their sweaty copulations on the floor of Jabba's suite. Spreading her legs wide, Camie lay back as Leia dove between them, burying her tongue in the sweet honeypot of the Tatooinian beauty's creamy cuntal cavity, nibbling on its pouty lips and flicking the swollen clit with her experienced tongue. Camie soon moaned and grunted in orgasmic bliss as Leia brought her to the peak of pleasure, arching her back off the floor and bucking her hips into Leia's face. The pussy-craving princess savored the sweet nectar of her slave sister's delicious cunny, devouring every last drop that flowed into her mouth. Raising her head from between Camie's outstretched thighs, Leia crawled on top of her lover and gave Camie another passionate cum-coated kiss as they shared the former farmgirl's creamy juices.

The erotic performance was all the foreplay Jabba needed to arouse his own libido, already slithering his thick slimy tail toward the teenage twi'lek held in his embrace. Staring over her shoulder at the carnal activities of the other slave girls, Cha'Nema was unprepared for the sudden invasion of her own petite body as Jabba's fat appendage wormed its way between her bare thighs and penetrated her wonderfully tight cunt with the bloated tip of his tail.

"Ne, hagwa je poolo! Hagwa je poolo!" Cha'Nema protested in desperate cries, but the smiling hutt intended to break in his new slave tonight.

"Sagi poolo haz!" Jabba exclaimed in a thunderous bellow that echoed throughout the room, prompting many of his guests to join in the late night orgy. The three female guests in the audience were soon undressed and frolicking with their male counterparts while others set their eyes on Jabba's attractive slave girls just waiting to be fucked.

Leia looked up, realizing what was happening around her, spotting Jess already on her knees nearby sucking off a furry whiphid's monstrous member and Yarna lying on her back getting her three pairs of tits fucked by some wretched little ugnaught merchants. Behind her Leia glimpsed the nubile twi'lek slave getting speared helplessly on Jabba's phallic appendage, a steady stream of cunny juices mixed with hutt slime already oozing down Cha'Nema's trembling thighs. Leia pitied the poor girl, recalling her own frequent nights with Master Jabba, but she could do nothing to stop it.

"Come on, let's get out of the spotlight and find someplace more private," she whispered to Camie. But just as the slave sisters were getting to their feet, two aqualish spice smugglers grabbed Camie and pulled her to a corner, eagerly groping at her soft flesh while their large tusked mouths licked her face. "Oh Camie..." Leia sighed, lamenting her friend in sorrow. Backing away to a shadowy alcove at the wall and hoping not to be pulled into the revelry around her, Leia suddenly tripped and fell, grabbed at the last moment by the crusty ol' dug who had stepped up behind her.

"Sebulba!" Leia exclaimed, recognizing one of Jabba's old gambling buddies who had apparently been invited to the townhouse that night. Held by his feet as the dug stood on his muscular arms, the princess tried jerking out of his grasp as the short wrinkly creature chuckled softly.

"Tugi, Leia-sul," he said in Huttese, greeting the slave girl with his so-called charms. "Uba naga poolo?"

"No, I'm not interested in fucking you," the once demure princess scowled, no longer reluctant to say such vulgar words after spending so much time in the company of Jabba and his disreputable men. "I heard about what you did to Lyn Me," Leia added. "She couldn't walk for three days!"

"Heh heh ... da twi'lek poolo wolpa," the dug replied, fondly recalling the flexible dancer's tight little ass. His lax in restraint on Leia allowed her to squirm free and start crawling away, but the dug quickly leaped on top of the slave girl, pinning her to the hard marble floor with his feet as he unfastened the leather jerkin covering his lean torso. "Leia-sul poolo wolpa dar."

"Unngh, you little bastard," she grimaced, sensing Sebulba's long meaty cock unfurl and nestle between her two soft buttocks. This certainly wasn't the first time she had been fucked against her will by one of Jabba's associates – and probably not the last either, the slave girl considered. Jabba's guards had tossed her around and used every hole on more than one occasion in the dark depths of the palace, so a single dug would be harmless by comparison. Leia resolved to endure it and hopefully find whatever enjoyment she could get out of this disgusting creature's plundering of her petite body.

"Ahhh, Leia-sul's ku'nee kapas meesto," Sebulba teased, referring to her wet pussy as he lubricated the pudgy head of his cock against the soft lips of her cunny. She remained somewhat aroused by her performance with Camie, but in truth Leia's body had already begun to give in to the anticipation of a good hard fuck, something she had come to expect most every night. The dance and subsequent activity with her slave sister had worked up a horny craving in the princess yearned to be sated.

"Just go easy on me, okay?" she shamefully pleaded, licking her lips and closing her eyes as she awaited his penetration.

"Heh heh heh, Leia-sul ya sulta!" Sebulba replied, moving the tip of his slippery cockhead from her dripping wet pussy to the puckered star of her asshole and suddenly plunging himself inside.

"Unnnnngh!" Leia grunted, her eyes opening wide from the intensity of his first penetration. Across the room she spotted Camie sandwiched between the two aqualish scoundrels as they filled each of her orifices, plowing the Tatooinian slave's body relentlessly. Camie's head was tilted and her eyes closed, her mouth open and moaning in wanton pleasure as they thoroughly fucked her helpless body. Faint echoes of other carnal sounds could be heard throughout the room, obscured by wispy clouds of smoke.

"Mmmm unnnngh, oh fuck..." Leia cringed, feeling every thick pulsating inch of Sebulba's cock sliding deep into her ass. She managed to take in its full length down to his wrinkled old scrotum, like many of the other cocks that had filled her in months prior. The experienced slave had grown used to the pain, knowing it would only last for a short while until her asshole adjusted to the dug's thick girth.

"Leia-sul, me poolo ta eesa sinchi," Sebulba chuckled, withdrawing his erection slowly and then ramming it back in. The princess gasped loudly, only encouraging the dug even more. At a quickening pace, he began to plow her ass with surprising energy for a dug his age, enthusiastically kneading her soft round buttocks with his feet as he burrowed deep into her tight little asshole. He had lusted for this particular wench since he first set eyes on her at Jabba's palace weeks ago. He knew he would eventually get the opportunity to fuck her if he hung around the hutt long enough, and now his persistence had finally paid off.

"Ohhh ... unnghh ... fuck, oh fuck..." she whimpered. There was that feeling again, the one she knew all too well. As the pain quickly subsided, other intense sensations replaced it, sending shockwaves of shameful pleasure through her body with each powerful plunge of this vile being's cock. For the moment, Leia didn't care who was fucking her anymore. He was just another cock filling her enslaved body.

"Poolo, o poolo, Sebulba..." Leia began to hiss in Huttese, a habit she had developed in the last couple of months during her sexual encounters. "Poolo ma eesa!"

"Ahhhh, uba sulta, da ku'nee geeta gan meesto?" Sebulba replied huskily, asking the princess if her pussy was getting wetter.

"Unnnghh--yes! Oh fuck ... o poolo, o poolo!" Leia began to wail with lustful abandon, lifting her hips and grinding her smooth sweat-drenched ass up with each savage thrust of Sebulba's hard pounding cock as he tore into her. Stretching her asshole to accommodate his lengthy prick, Sebulba slowed his pace so that he could savor this petite slave's body for as long as possible, easing his cock in and out of her anal orifice and relishing the slut's new eagerness to get fucked harder and deeper with every magnificent lunge. The rumors about this alderaani vixen's insatiable sex drive were obviously true. No wonder she was one of the hutt's favorites, Sebulba considered.

As her naked body submitted to the ravages of the dug defiler, Leia took in the atmosphere of the late night orgy surrounding her. Intoxicating scents of smoke, ale, and pussy lingered throughout Jabba's private townhouse suite while moans of orgasmic frenzy from the other girls heightened her own excitement. Nights like this had become commonplace for the enslaved princess, often attending to her hutt master personally or servicing any one of his associates that managed to get their hands on her first.

Atop the huge elevated dais, Cha'Nema deliriously rode Jabba's tail while the hutt salivated over her pert little tits, her head tossing left and right and lekku tails flinging back and forth as the teenage girl's body shook and spasmed in a series of uncontrollable cum-gushing climaxes. Beads of sweat dripped down the ruby red flesh of her quivering young thighs as the newest slave collapsed against her master's bulbous belly. "Uba notto raneese, shiba," the hutt soothed her in his deep rumbling voice. "Soon you will learn to appreciate me, young Cha'Nema..."

Her will had broken more easily than Leia's during her first time, Jabba recalled with a fraction of disappointment. He preferred girls with a more feisty spirit, but then he should have expected such a response from Cha'Nema. All twi'lek females were natural born sluts.

In only an hour, the silver-haired Jess had successfully sucked half a dozen cocks, her stomach already filled with semen and her chin dripping with hot spunk. One of the overzealous gamorrean guards stepped forth and tore the blue skirt from the limber dancing girl's legs, forcing his large erection into her slick, velvety cunt with one powerful thrust. He should have remained at his post like the other guards, but her body was just too tempting to resist. Screaming in protest, Jess was quickly silenced by another cock shoved deep into her mouth.

Yarna continued to lie on the floor while each of the ugnaught merchants took turns getting their cocks sucked by the bountiful woman's skilled lips. Her six massive tits were gleaming with jizz under the soft green and blue lights of the townhouse suite.

Everyone in the room could hear Camie's orgasmic screams as the two large aqualish thugs pummeled her body between them, repeatedly taking turns in each hole and leaving the now-submissive slut begging for more. Her sweat-drenched body trembled weakly, her legs barely able to stand. Aqualish sperm dribbled down her thighs onto the marble floor as the two energetic males flipped her around again to exchange positions for a fourth time. Neither could speak Basic, but each grunted and warbled in their own barely-comprehendible language, cursing at the Tatooinian slave in an attempt to rouse her horny excitement. She could only respond with a series of senseless gibberish in her sex-induced craze. Like her slave sister, Camie spoke in a mixture of half-Basic and half-Huttese.

Under the dark alcove at the far end of the room, Sebulba continued to tease his prey with each deep lunge of his smooth rigid phallus, eliciting desperate moans of lust from the former Rebel leader. "Leia-sul, kuna creemo? Uba naga je poolo nowan?"

"Me creemo, me creemo! Fuck me, fuck my ass harder!" Leia cried out in anguish, her body shaking as her pussy's vaginal muscles suddenly convulsed beneath Sebulba's cock. "Ohhhh, I'm coming!"

"Ahhhh, uba sulta!" Sebulba laughed, feeling Leia's asshole suddenly squeeze his cock as her cunt began spasming and squirting a torrent of sweet juices all over the floor between her legs. Her upper body pressed hard against the floor tiles, her breasts squishing against the cool marble as the dug increased his thrusts. He pounded her roughly while cursing in Huttese, calling Leia all kinds of vulgar, demeaning names, determined to reach his own desperate climax.

Leia screamed and moaned hoarsely, receiving a second and then third orgasm as Sebulba reamed her mercilessly. Giving into the moment, she encouraged him to finish her off, eager to feel his hot spunk shoot deep into her ass. "Upa creemo yakun ma eesa! Do it ... just do it! Poolo harder! Oooooo poooolo!"

"Gaaahh! Leia-suuuuul!" the dug hissed through his big yellow teeth, reaching forward and grabbing her hair with one foot and jerking hard on it, pulling Leia's head back with a painful gasp as he buried his cock all the way into her ass with one final thrust. He then erupted violently inside her and flooded her anal passage with his burning hot seed. The slave princess clenched her fists and trembled beneath him, her buttocks raised off the floor while her pussy gushed a fountain of cuntal nectar in her final body-rocking orgasm.

"Oh fuck ... fuck, yesss ... O poolo ... pooloooooo..." Leia trailed off, her body collapsing against the floor. She closed her eyes, gasping for breath, still shuddering with post-orgasmic tremors.

Letting go of her hair, the dug relaxed his hold on her and pulled his slimy cum-coated member from her gaping hole and then staggered back onto the floor. A river of sperm oozed from Leia's distended asshole as her face lay against the cool marble tiles, panting and moaning softly.

After a few minutes of rest, Sebulba managed to stand up and clean himself as best he could, then redressed and wobbled up to Leia, smacking her on the ass. "Nikstoo teem, ix poolo ta ku'nee, Leia-sul ... heh heh heh." Her response was muffled with her face still against the floor. Reaching one arm behind, Leia gently caressed her cum-oozing asshole and winced, finally realizing how Lyn-Me must have felt after her own night with the wily old dug.

Within the next half hour the orgy quieted down and many of its participants, including Jabba and his new twi'lek pet, drifted off to sleep. Leia eased herself onto hands and knees and slowly crawled back to the bed of pillows at the foot of her master's dais. Finding her cum-slick slave sister passed out on one of the pillows, Leia curled up next to Camie for some much needed sleep and recovery.

"What have I become?" Leia wondered silently while tears formed under her shut eyelids and ran down her cheeks onto the pillow. As with many nights before, the enslaved princess soon cried herself to sleep. Yet, even in her dreams, escape from this life seemed hopeless, haunted by the horrifying memories that ultimately led to her permanent enslavement...

It began on the day of Luke's arrival at the palace, fulfilling the last step in his plan to rescue Han and the others who had participated in the daring infiltration of Jabba's domain. His failed negotiations with Jabba were simply a ruse to lure the overconfident hutt and his guards away from the palace, along with Luke's friends. Once they were out in the open it would be much easier to eliminate any threat that stood in the way of their escape. It had all been orchestrated brilliantly, or so Luke had thought.

Establishing himself weeks earlier as a guard in the palace, Lando Calrissian managed to sabotage two of the worker droids, thus ensuring that C-3PO and R2-D2 would be assigned as replacements in those positions during the course of Luke's plan when they arrived as "gifts" for the hutt. As expected, the plucky astromech ended up on the Ubrikkian sail barge, which transported the hutt and his entourage across the Dune Sea to the location of the vile sarlaac creature where Jabba would witness the execution of Han Solo and the foolish Jedi.

Kept close to Jabba inside the barge, Leia knew in advance what Luke had planned and watched intently as the hutt ordered his guards to send Skywalker off the plank of the skiff into the pit below. A gnawing sensation in the back of her mind kept telling the princess that something was not right with the situation.

Luke made a gesture to Artoo just before stepping off the edge of the plank, signaling the droid to eject the lightsaber hidden in its dome and propel the weapon into the air from the deck of the barge. The Jedi suddenly spun around as he fell and grabbed the end of the plank, then somersaulted back onto the skiff to everyone's astonishment. Leia sighed in relief as others around her gasped in shock, watching Luke look up to the sky as he raised his hand to catch the falling lightsaber.

But the saber did not reach Luke's hand.

From Leia's viewpoint inside the barge she saw the lightsaber reverse its direction and fly back toward the top deck. A faint snap-hiss could be heard, followed by the whooshing sounds of Luke's weapon and the screams of guards being cut down on the deck above. That's when chaos broke loose.

"What's happening?! Stop them!" Jabba shouted in confusion, waving his flabby arms wildly as he screamed into the voice amplifier inside his lounge. A sense of panic was felt throughout the room as Leia rushed to the window, seeing Luke stare up from the skiff as a guard lunged for him.

"Luke, watch out!" Leia screamed. The Jedi regained focus and dodged the pike that nearly struck his side. Grabbing the end of the staff, he pulled it from the weequay's grasp and swung it around, knocking the guard over the railing into the sarlacc's waiting mouth. At the rear of the skiff Lando revealed his true identity, struggling with another guard over control of a blaster.

The second skiff full of guards, which had accompanied the party to the desert, swung around to face the first one as its men blasted wildly at the group on Luke's skiff.

"Hit the deck!" Skywalker shouted to Han and Chewie, both of whom dropped fast for cover with their wrists still locked in binders. Without his lightsaber it proved more difficult for Luke to deflect the blast bolts, even with his Force-enhanced reflexes. The guards were close to disarming him as pieces of his staff pike chipped off with each bolt that hit it.

Leia helplessly cried out to them as she watched her friends trapped in the crossfire, but then drew her attention to the closer skiff when a blue and red blur suddenly leaped down onto it from the barge's deck above. A rapid flash of green easily took care of the six guards that occupied the second skiff, and then the attacker paused to focus on the nearby Jedi. That's when Leia finally realized who brandished Luke's weapon.