What might be an Art Trade

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

Zakia Beltrian slid her tongue over the blade, bare pink skin gleaming where her scandalously scanty clothing did not cover it, and smiled down at her former Jedi Master as her foot pressed into his stomach cavity. The blonde man stared up at the orange haired woman with dimming purple eyes and groaned, stretching a hand up toward his murderer as if to Force Push her or feel her skin. She dropped the simple metal knife and drew her lightsaber in a flash of motion.

His hand fell, lopped off.

"W-why..." he mumbled, "_{You were a good Jedi-"}

"I told you I wanted to take those pirates alive. They aren't just heartless scum- you never bothered to ask if they had families, cared ones, if they could even get in to any other kind of work or if they had a reason for their violence," she hissed, "And you- you didn't even listen. You're as bad as they are, but worse! You think killing them, hurting them, and ruining them is a good thing, 'Master'- you walked me through the Senate, through governments, through planets and prisons, and I can honestly tell you I liked the pirates better! They were brutally honest."

"_{That can't be what this is about. They were just- brutal, Zakia-}" he strained, bleeding badly and betrayed. There had to be some sort of real reason for this violent reaction-

"My uncle was a pirate!" she exclaimed back down into his ear. "Brutal is what 'justice' did to him, and what you condemn people like him to. He, and my aunt, and most of my family, was murdered by the Empire you set up- you Jedi and you Sith and you outsiders to Zeltros that ruined the galaxy."

She trembled, partly with sorrow, partly with fear, largely with anger. Then she resumed her calm, even a strange sort of twisted serenity, and winked down at him. Her ragged and frantic voice became a much more Zeltron-like purr, sinuous and sensuous. "Well, Jedi, I've had it. I'm leaving~. If I let you live you'd come after me, though, Master, and frankly I wanted to have a bit of a heart to heart before I broke yours."

Zakia spun the lightsaber, stabbed him, and flicked her wrist in a circle. Then she levitated the object and closed her eyes. "And before I took yours. Did I mention my family enjoyed Mandalorian company, perchance? It was how I managed to surprise you in the first place, you know..."