Ji'Nisa breathed in sharply as her binders were released. She stretched luxuriantly for the first time in over a year and smiled wickedly, looking down at the Imp a moment later.<br/>She gave an exuberant screech and stomped on his crotch, all but grinding her heel into it as blood soaked his uniform.<br/><br/>She took a moment to compose herself, wiping her heel on the leg of the Imp's trousers. "Much better," she mused, "I suggest we strap this chunk of bantha fodder to the engine exhaust of his ship and give the engines a little, ah, what do the knuckle draggers call it, a 'test burn'? That should get rid of him once and for all."<br/><br/>She'd thought long and hard about all the ways she could kill him and dispose of the body, after all. Her gaze drifted back to the Zeltie, a wicked grin coming across her face.