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 Post Posted: Wed, July 05th 2006 12:58pm    Post subject:
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"In the neighborhood?" he repeated her words and shook his head with a scoff. "Last I checked I wasn't invited to your little barbecue on Corulag."

The Alliance had kept its neutrality in the Battle of Corulag between the Empire and the DRWP, but Han was still aware of the events that unfolded and the slaughtering the surface of the planet ensued which resulted in Zend's untimely "death." But apparently the reports were wrong or by some miracle, his former flame escaped the smoldering surface that remained of the planet. Han wouldn't be surprised if she had escaped somehow. But then again, it wouldn't be that far of stretch to find out that the Empire was lying about the whole thing.

Han studied her face more closely as he ran her latest comment around in his mind. He didn't see any visible scars or burn marks on her skin and he was even more positive that it was all a hoax. It was pretty damn hard to cover up the kind of damage she would've undergone.

"What?" he sputtered in mock surprise, dropping his jaw slightly to simulate that he really was hurt by what she said. "And ruin my tan?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm as a sly smirk formed on his lips before his tone once again turned serious. "I'd rather take you Imps through another round of Sabacc. And I'm dealin'."
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
"Meaning I wouldn't be able to just draw my blaster and shoot the politicians? What kind of a deal is that?"

---Leia and Han


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Daara was quickly beginning to remember why she left this dweeb. Unfortunately, it was a very small part of the reason she had been attracted to him in the first place. How could she have been so blind? "Shut up," Zend ordered sharply. "If there's nothing else I know about you it's that you're a dirty cheat," Daara explained.

She continued to stand in the cell, studying his actions. "If I were one of those robotic dealers, I'd incinerate you by now," Daara muttered.
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 Post Posted: Fri, July 07th 2006 05:43pm    Post subject:
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A goofy smirk spread over his features at the rise of emotions he was getting out of her. They may have been seperated from each other for roughly twenty years, but Han still managed to hit the very spot he had all those years ago. Her change in demeanor proved that.

"A cheat, you say," he mused to himself while reclining back against the wall. "I don't know, sweetheart, I've always been an honest guy. I don't like to mess around when the stakes are high. And in this case," he pointed out, raising his index finger with a smile. "They're pretty damn high."

He drew in a deep breath and blew it out, studying her more closely. She started rattling on about something else concerning droids and Han had to just simply roll his eyes. "I think you missed one very important detail," he pointed out with that same smug smirk. "Those droids won't harm a womp rat. You're shit outta luck."
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
"Meaning I wouldn't be able to just draw my blaster and shoot the politicians? What kind of a deal is that?"

---Leia and Han
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 Post Posted: Sat, July 08th 2006 02:24am    Post subject:
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Isard's teeth ground together as she stormed from the security office. Zend was having no effect on Solo whatsoever. The former Director felt she should've known better than to trust the cybernetic wench.

Striding through the halls, crewmen and guards alike cleared the way; a determined expression adorned her striking face and no one dared to interfere with "Iceheart" on the prowl. She moved smoothly through the corridors, her pace a military-instilled one hundred centimeters. It carried her right to the door of Solo's cell. The door hissed aside at her security-encoded commands and identifications, and she entered the blinding room, sweeping her gaze across the admiral, then across the captive.

"Any progress?" Isard asked sarcastically of both of them.
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"Much," Daara informed, unfaltered, acutely as she turned to face Isard. "But that will be all for today."

Zend turned with a final glare to Solo, then walked out of the room, but not before hissing, "Sizing up the prey" to Isard.
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Much? Han stared stupidly at the woman's insane proclamation and scoffed as she turned to head for the door. The only thing the two of them were making progress on was insulting each other. Maybe it was a good thing Daara decided to leave him alone for today. He had enough of a blast from the past for one day.

When Zend had sauntered her way out of the room, Han slowly crossed his arms over his chest and turned back to the ice witch once more. It was comforting to know that she hadn't given up on him just yet. "Nice to see you again," he grumbled sarcastically. "Couldn't stay away from the party, huh?" He paused for a moment as a lopsided grin began to twist his features. "Well, if you could call it a party. Zend wasn't particularly the right choice to get information outta me, contrary to what she may have told you."
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
"Meaning I wouldn't be able to just draw my blaster and shoot the politicians? What kind of a deal is that?"

---Leia and Han
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Isard didn't respond at first to the words spewed forth by the Rebel. She was going to end this charade, once and for all. Calmly, she drew her pistol, and leveled it at Solo. There was more than sufficient space between them that if he tried to disarm her, he'd have a smoldering hole in his head before he was halfway to her.

"The party's over, Commander. So are the games, the evasions, and the remarks," she said icily.
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From his position on the make-shift bed, Han had a pretty clear view of the unwavering barrel that was angled directly at his head. His eyes studied the polished surface of the weapon for a moment before lifting his gaze to look at the woman's taunt face. He had to admit, she wasn't very original. It was only a few days earlier that she had held him in a similiar position. She had failed to squeeze the trigger then, and it was doubtful she would do it now.

"I thought we were through this before," he pointed out with a frustrated sigh. His arms remained crossed over his chest to show that her actions didn't persuade him. "Shooting me ain't gonna get you anywhere. Well, then again neither is talkin', but that's not the point. Your hand's been folded and we're just starting to go around in circles. I'm sure High Command don't want to sit through another session of this, now do they?"
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
"Meaning I wouldn't be able to just draw my blaster and shoot the politicians? What kind of a deal is that?"

---Leia and Han
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At that moment, High Command appeared, as though he were right on cue. I entered the chamber, with three Sovereign Protectors behind me. At the entrances to the cellblock, nine Crimson Guard stood at the ready. I motioned for the escort to wait outside.

“Is this what interrogation has come to? Holding our guests at blaster point, hoping it scares them?” I asked Isard. She had been the second attempt with Solo, but she too was unsuccessful. I stood, letting my breath sound throughout the room.

She turned to me and bent down to kneel in my presence. Just as she should. “My lord,” she said, “And no, Your Highness. It's for protection. He was about to be removed.”

I had no plans of moving Solo. He was staying where he was. Nobody was going to change that. “By who's order?” I inquired.

“Mine, m'lord. It was clear standard techniques weren't working. I was going to try something... more effective,” she replied. If she had not been successful as of yet, then nothing she could do would work. It was clear what it would take to get to this man.

“Hm. I can see just how effective you’ve been,” I said, a hint of annoyance in my voice, “I'm not sure what you think moving him will do, but I've had enough of your failure.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. It seemed she realized what I intended for him. “I see, my lord…”

“You are dismissed, Isard. Leave the weapon on the floor. Perhaps I will find use in your methods,” I said. Perhaps they were using that instrument incorrectly.

“By your will, m'lord,” she said as she left our presence.

As she left, I entered the cell with Han Solo. We had encountered each other at least once before. As I recall, he was my prisoner then, as well. Bait for my son, who did indeed follow. He was of no concern to me, then, but now…now, he had become a pest. A very large pest that grew by the day. Of course, we could always exterminate him, but I had something else in mind.

I slid the blaster across the floor with my feet so that it was at his feet. I trusted he knew what to do.
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A dark, lumbering shadow eclipsed the entrance to the cell and all at once, time seemed to stop. Han's smug and confident demeanor suddenly vanished and he felt himself go pale as he recognized that dreaded silhouette and the cape billowing in the air currents behind the figure. As if that wasn't enough, the mechanical breathing that resonated about the room was a dead giveaway.

Darth Vader.

Han's breath caught in his throat and he gulped back dryly as the woman turned and bowed down to one knee before the Dark Lord, the blaster that moments before had been clenched tightly in her grip, clattered to the polished floor.

His eyes followed it only for a moment before he returned them to the towering, dark figure standing in the center of the room, who was now in a brief conversation with the icy woman. Han remained silent during the whole ordeal, but his mind began to wander.

This whole situation was becoming uncomfortably more like their trip to Cloud City all those years ago by the minute. First he was abducted above the clouds on Bespin, then taken to some cell to rot and now was coming face to face with Vader. The only thing that was left was being frozen in carbonite and being shipped off to Jabba's Palace.

By the time he came out of his little reverie, Han found that the Imperial woman had left the room and he was now left alone to deal with Vader's wrath. That eerie, mechanical wheezing was the only sound in the room as both men studied each other in silence. But then, without warning, the Dark Lord kicked the fallen blaster across the floor to Han's feet.

Clenching his jaw together tightly, Han angled his chin down to study the weapon now only mere inches from his reach. He could easily scoop it up in one motion and fire a deadly bolt of energy at the monster standing before him, but that probably wouldn't fare too well; especially if he pulled the same trick he had used on Bespin. He wanted Han to reach for that blaster. Too bad Dark Lords of the Sith didn't know that Corellians never fell for the same trick twice.

Hiding a faint smirk that was slowly creeping onto his features, Han decided to humor the old man and reach for the blaster anyway - see how he'd react. Han bent down and thrust out his right hand slightly before the blaster suddenly skipped across the polished floor as if it had a life of its own. No doubt the Force and Vader's doing.

Han narrowed his eyes at the weapon before angling his gaze back up to the Dark Lord before him. "Ahh-ha..." he drawled with that small smirk still present. "How'd I know you were gonna pull something like that? Still up to your 'ole tricks, I see. I guess runnin' an Empire keeps ya that busy that you can't think up of something new, huh?"
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
"Meaning I wouldn't be able to just draw my blaster and shoot the politicians? What kind of a deal is that?"

---Leia and Han
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A smug pretense. No more than a bluff. I'd expect no more from a Corellian. I knew that, inside, he truly was afraid. He could not mask that from me. No one could. He had not changed since I had last seen him. His position had taught him nothing. If this was my enemy, I had nothing to fear. I had already won. The Empire would last longer than the Republic did before it. All because of this man.

"Hm. You've already failed," I said blandly. I wanted him to know his incompetence. I wanted him to know that I would have the Galaxy and that all his efforts were in vain.

“You're the one still playing the same cheap tricks...” he retorted, more smugness. With every sentence, I was convinced that he could never stop me. All he was to me before was bait, and his status had barely changed.

“And, you fail to see why. Pitiful man,” I said, pity in my voice. He really couldn’t see what was coming. He could not see that his Alliance would fail and fall to ashes at my feet. He truly was as I described him. Pitiful.

Perhaps more than I had realized. For then, he said, “Last time I checked, figuring that out wasn't on my high priority list...” He did not understand the implications of what I was saying. Perhaps his stay in captivity had dulled his mind to think only of escape. It would be a tragedy if that was the case, I had use in him.

“Hmph. Your aim is to escape, but we both know that you will never escape me,” I claimed. It was the truth, too. Perhaps I would let him leave his cell one day, but he would still be within my grasp. From that day forward, I controlled his fate. He belonged to me.

He smirked at me, that fiendish grin of his. I began to realize that he only wore it when he was feeling insecure. Insecure because I owned him, and, deep inside, he understood that. “Really? I'm surprised someone high and mighty like yourself even cares 'bout someone like me. Wouldn't you rather be blowing up a planet or huntin' down Jedi or something?” he asked.

While I did want to eradicate the Jedi, they would only be a minor nuisance. Their numbers were not great, nor did they have many powerful individuals in their Order. The Alliance would provide much more of a nuisance for me, but he had already shown me that his weakness would prove to be my greatest tool.

“You hide behind your grins, but, inside, you are afraid. Do not try to hide from me,” I said. It was true, his fear permeated the room. The second I entered the room, I was aware of it. I continued, “No matter how hard you try to keep it from me, I can feel your fear. It is strong, and do not think for a moment that I can't sense it.”

He raised his brow and studied me for a bit. It would only be a matter of time before he came to realize what would happen. “Well, then, I guess there's no foolin' you then, huh?” he said. He was stalling. Only delaying the inevitable.

“You're a fool for thinking that you could,” I said, “But, then again...your entire Rebellion was made by fools, wasn't it? It only makes sense that they'd make you their Commander-in-Chief.” That’s really what the Galactic Alliance was. Another name for the Rebellion made to appease me. I saw through their façade. Not for a moment did I believe that they had forgotten their resentment.

“Fools, huh?” he scoffed, “And I guess you're gonna call us fools for blowing up both of your precious Death Stars?”

“Hmph. My Death Stars? I don't need superlasers to suppress you. The moment I came in here, I was certain of that. You have failed them,” I replied. He was not strong enough to lead the Alliance, who had a slim chance of survival anyway, to victory.

“Have I? Both of your concubines failed to get anything outta me. Really shows how effective your program is...” he said. Either he knew what I was talking about and was trying to avoid the truth, or he was truly ignorant.

“I don't care about what you know. I already know you can't stand against the Empire. Your weakness has failed them,” I said.

“You know, your Empire ain't all powerful...”

I laughed. I honestly laughed, then said, “It has far more than enough power to crush you. Admit your weakness. You have failed those who count on you. The Rebellion will fall and it will be all your own doing. All the people who trusted you have misplaced that trust. You are just a boy who can do nothing. You are powerless to resist me.”

“Am I? I think I'm doing a damn fine job of just that right now...” He was cracking. I was now certain that I wouldn’t break him with words, but he was softened. At least, soft enough to coerce through other means.

“You thoughts say otherwise. You know that I speak the truth. You can do nothing. It is just a matter of time before the Galaxy is mine.”

He once again smirked, then shook his head at me, saying, “Or it crushes you...”

“Hmph. Plans are being set in motion as we speak. The Galaxy will bow to my knees. You, too, will bow to me.”

He looked at me with a stupid look on his face. He didn’t think so. To affirm what I had just thought, he laughed at me. He would see what mocking Darth Vader would get him.

I reached out my hand and, slowly, Han Solo began to kneel down with both knees and bow before me, his master. This is how it would be. This is how it would be for a very long time. First him, then the Galaxy.

“Is it so funny now, Corellian?”

He struggled against me and said with difficulty, “Not...the same thing”

“It isn't? Would it be any different if I brought the Empire on your worlds? Would it be any different if the Galaxy were already mine?” I asked. None of the Rebellion’s worlds would bow to me happily. They would only do it begrudgingly because I forced them to. It could save them so much misery if they just did it willingly.

“That ain't gonna happen...”

“I've told you more than once. The Galaxy is already mine. You have failed. There is nothing you can do to stand in my way,” I said.

“And you're wrong. Either your helmet must be fogged up or you're blind. Your far from havin' the galaxy...” he challenged. No, he did not understand my power. He may never, even when the Galaxy was bowing to me as he was now. He would still not understand my absolute power.

I moved my hand violently and he flipped over onto his back. I walked towards him and stepped on his chest, then drew my lightsaber. I pointed the shimmering red blade at his face.

“Who's going to stop me? You? You can't stop me. Not a fiber of your being has the strength to challenge me or the Empire.”

He grunted and tried to angle his face away from the blade before admitting, “N-no strength...” He bared his teeth in a grimace, then turned his face back towards me. He grabbed my boot and tried to wrench it away, the pathetic fool. I just pressed down harder.

“Agh!”

He tried once more to take my foot off of his chest, but, once again, he still underestimated my power. I kept pushing harder and harder until he would eventually pass out. Before he did, I had one last thing to say. I pointed the lightsaber away from him, then I bent over and knelt beside him, taking my foot off of his chest. He couldn’t do anything more, almost unconcious. I grabbed him by the shirt and brought his face next to mine.

“See? It is useless. You cannot stop me.”

I stood up once more and pointed the lightsaber at his face again. I tipped his head on its right side, then ran the lightsaber down his left cheek. His flesh immediately cauterized, but it could be healed to a point. He would still have a scar there. A scar to mark him as my own.

“You belong to me, Solo. You belong to me.”

I opened the door and the three Sovereign Protectors turned to attention. “Have my Crimson Guard carry him to the Sith labs below the Palace. Once he is there, have my acolytes keep him unconscious and tend to his wound. Make sure he has a scar. Wake him when I arrive,” I commanded. They carried out my orders at once.

I turned and looked once more at Han Solo. A lingering look as my breath filled the space. I then left for the Palace. I had to prepare for his arrival.
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