Lola Fett 1

She felt the carbonite melt away from her face, her hands, her legs. She felt air, and sucked it in immediately, not knowing how long it might last. She felt the icy marble thud against her knees, and splayed her palms in self-defence.

Where was she?

When was she?

She felt a hand, clad in battered metal, encircle her arm, lifting her to her feet. She felt her damp hair fall in waxen ringlets, covering her sightless eyes. She felt the hand release her, heard a helmet drop to the floor.

"Lola? Are you okay?"

She knew the voice, but she couldn't place it.

"Who are you?"

She could hear the grin in his voice.

"Have you forgotten your dear old cousin?"

"Boba? How old are you?"

He gave a weary sigh.

"I'm 37."

What did that make her?

"Am I… Am I 35?"

She ran her hands along her arms, her legs. She didn't feel any older than the day she'd been frozen.

"In a 13-year-old's body."

A dense silence hung between them.

"I came to get you, Lola. I picked up a smuggler who was frozen, and they taught me how these things work. So you're free."

Confusion creased her brow.

"Free?"

"As free as anyone in this galaxy. You coming with me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really."

She smiled. "That's the Fett way."