It was too hot.
	No maybe it was the bed.
	No it was the same one she always had.  Maybe it was the room.
	No, she'd been there a week already.
	Whatever it was, Lt. Psylocke Lammashta couldn't sleep.  Then
again, so many life changing events happening in such a short amount of
time could be the cause of insomnia for some.  She couldn't deny that
her life did a complete 180 within a matter of days.  The Emperor himself
had hand picked her for the royal Red Guard.  It was one heck of a career
change, working privately for Vice Admiral Metieh, then joining such a
prestigious group.  Fears of total assimilation had plagued her thoughts
at times, but she had to keep in mind that this was a step up in the
career world.
	Then there was Lon.  How could she have known that he was Han
Solo's son?  The idea hadn't even crossed her mind until he had
practically confessed to it.  Oh the irony.  It was like a play she had
read in the Academy, but she couldn't remember the name.
	Coruscant.  Now THAT was a change.  Psylocke had been to the city
planet before, but it felt so different living there.  It was gigantic
compared to Cloud City, Bespin.  At least her apartment was nice.  It
lacked for the view, but it would serve its purpose.  And the cost of
living was a lot higher here.
	Her blood pressure rose just at the thought of getting a
	Perhaps that was just what she needed companionship.  Oh boy,
that was a bit much.  She liked Lon and all, but with the new
complication in their relationship, it probably wasn't the best idea
to ask him to move in.  She didn't really know anyone on Coruscant
	Maybe I should start smaller, she thought.
	With the depressing loneliness slowing he heart rate, she felt
her body relax as she started to drift off to sleep.
	Then, as if a bolt of lightning struck her, she shot awake again
with a terrifying epiphany.  I want a pet!

	The smell that was something about animal shelters that always
made Psylocke want to cringe.  She had to bear it though.  Hey, I'm a
Red Guard now.  I can handle smelly animals.  She wandered down aisle
after isle of cages, looking for just the right pet.  She heard somewhere
that pets were like their owners.  She wanted something that would
reflect upon her personality.  Something that said, "Hey, I'm a Red
Guard.  Don't you mess with me!"
	She peered into one tank that held two Trucian snakes.  Their
skins glittered in the light just like her own.  They were beautiful and
rare creatures.  They move so gracefully and kill their prey swiftly and
deftly, she thought.  Then she saw the price.  She gulped and stepped
away.  "Oh well."
	She moved on to a few tanks over where she spotted some red
diamond Hotaru lizards.  They looked like they could fit in the palm of
her hand too.  "May I hold one?" she asked a nearby worker.
	"Sure, just hang on to him."
	She smiled.  "Okay."  She gingerly reached into the tank and
pulled out a lizard sitting on a branch.  Her whole hand covered it as
she cradled it between her palms.  "Oh, he's cute.  I bet you're a
ferocious one.  Yes you are!  Yes you are!"  She turned back to the
worker.  "How old is this one?"
	"Oh that one's just a baby," the worker replied.  "Eight weeks
at most."
	"Really?  Do they get much bigger?"
	"There's an adult right behind you."
	Gleaming at the thought of finding the perfect pet, she turned
around to find herself face to face with a six-foot, red diamond Hotaru
lizard.  "Gahh!"  She jumped back, nearly dropping the baby.  "Maybe
not."  She regarded the lizard in her hand.  "Sorry fella, but I don't
have room for a cage to hold you when you grow up."
	She placed the lizard back and moved on to the next room.  This
one was filled with sea creatures.  She walked past them quickly.  She
didn't want a pet that lived in its own world and ignored her.
Companionship was her goal today.
	She opened the door to the next room and was greeting by a
hundred whining and yapping mammals, mostly dogs.  Too much work.  She
strolled down the aisle, giving each dog a good look over.  Most of them
made her want to sneer, but she kept her cool.  Definitely not good.  Up
ahead by the door, a woman with her three children and apparently her
sister were blocking the doorway, cooing over some pup.
	Psylocke approached the group, looking for a way to get around
them.  "Ex..excuse me."
One child turned to her, holding a young Dantooinian Spaniel in his arms.
With a bright smile her raised the pup to Psylocke's face.  "Hey lady,
want to see the puppy I'm getting?"
Psylocke looked hard into the dog's eyes.  That was her first mistake.
The dog instantly felt a threatening vibe and barked, snapping at her
face.  Psylocke reeled back, bumping into a cage of gray Olivers, and
scratching up her calves on the metal bars.  The dogs behind her also
started barking which startled the ones in the cage next to them.  Within
seconds, the entire room was roaring with barking dogs.
"What are you crazy, kid?!" she snapped.  The child instantly reeled.
His mother stepped forward.  "Hey!  How dare you speak to my son in that
tone of voice!"
Psylocke felt the flames rising in her spirit.  "Lady, I should arrest
that kid!  No, maybe I should arrest you as his parent.  He could have
seriously injured me, and assaulting an Imperial officer."
She froze.  Over the woman's shoulder, Psylocke's eyes had locked
onto a pair of blue ones staring back at her.  The boy's mother
started to ramble on something about how lousy Imperial law was or
something like that, but Psylocke had tuned it out.  By then, she had
already pushed past the family.
She couldn't pull her eyes away.  The fascination was just too much.
She slowly approached the cage that contained the creature.  It yawned,
baring it's sharp fangs, then stretched, extending it's claws.
You're beautiful, Psylocke said to it.  I've never seen anything
quite like you.  I feel like we have a connection already.
It couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, yet it possessed an
incredible power over Psylocke.  She was utterly entranced.  She had to
have this piece of beauty.  Slowly, she opened its cage and pulled it
out.  The two regarded each other with morbid curiosity, wondering what
it was that had drawn them together.  It didn't matter.  Only one
question was on Psylocke's mind at that point.  She took a note of the
animals number and carried it swiftly back through the halls,
ignoring the raging woman and her now crying children.
She ignored the dogs and the fish and the lizards.  This animal was
perfect, she could just feel it.  When she made it to the front desk, she
quickly placed it down in front of the receptionist.
"Is this a boy or a girl?"
With a quick glance, the receptionist replied, "Girl."
Psylocke grinned and swept up the creature, lifting her high above her
head.  "Yes, you will do nicely."
"That'll be 75 credits, plus you need to fill out these forms."
She smiled at the animal in her hands.  "Anything for you."

Late that night, Psylocke sat in her bed with the sleeping creature
across from her.  She stared at it long and hard, pondering a name.
"Hortence?  No, you don't look like a Hortence.  How about Buffy the
Empire Slayer?  Nah, that wouldn't go over too well at work.  Pamela?
Jonni Williams?"  She sighed.
She fell back on the bed.  "Who would have thought the greatest struggle
of all would be finding you a name?"  She meditated for a few moments,
trying to pry into her past for just the right name with just the right
significance.  After several minutes she gave up and sat up again.  She
stroked the animal on the head and sighed.
"I'll just name you George."
George suddenly stirred from her nap with a yawn.
"George, you are by far, the most adorable kitten I have ever seen."

Psylocke groaned at her computer.  Everything was so much more expensive
on Coruscant than Bespin.  And now that she was without the salary she
earned from Metieh in addition to her salary as an Imperial officer, she
felt the noose of living expenses getting tighter.  Normally, money
hadn't been a problem for her.  A pay raise within the Empire had been
mentioned, but no one had presented her with anything in writing yet.  It
was only the first three weeks of training.  She was hoping that it
wouldn't come to this.  She finished typing and sent out the ad over
the holonet.
It was there in the morning edition the next day.  She started at the few
words, finding it odd to see them in the Coruscant daily holonews.  She
had bought five days to show her add.  She wasn't worried about
covering the cost of the add just the other bills.

500 CR/MO
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Now to sit back and wait.

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