Bitch!

He slid down the chute and landing perfectly on the floor. There was no noise, but it couldn't have been otherwise, for he was a master in his trade. Silent and quick, his services were much in demand in certain circles in galactic empire. It stood to reason, he thought, with unravelling of empire it was power, which would be deciding the future, and he was the key for any important player.

Even now, he was on such an assignment. It was difficult because it involved kidnapping and stealing instead of killing, but the cash was good, so he can't think of any objection. Moral consideration, of course did not play any part in this, indeed he found morality illogical and hence a mystery. He silently walked down the corridor, cameras and alarms were of course deactivated, apparently Saxenas were desperate enough to make an exception in this case, and had spent money in a departure from their character stinginess.

He walked up to the door at the end and took a quick survey, it was perfect. He looked at the name tag on the door, no surprises there. He placed his hand on the access panel, green light came up, for authorization, and door silently slid back. He entered the room, his target was on the bed. He took out the deactivator and pressed the contact.

He stared, she was beautiful. Suddenly he was hesitant, he did not know why, and would have been astonished if anyone suggested that there was anything romantic. Coming out from reverie with a start, He moved towards the data pod with direct access to ship's computer. There was a flash, he began turning around, but lost balance by the impact. There was a searing pain, he felt around, his primary electric generator was damaged, which meant he was incapable of movement.

She stood and walked deliberately. He was again struck by her beauty, a caramel skin, and a vulnerable face was offset by taut, lithe body and a arrogant demeanour. As she raised the blaster again, he realized that she was the latest prototype, the secret one.

It was love at last sight.