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 Post Posted: Thu, July 19th 2007 11:02pm    Post subject:
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Now adorned in the elaborate robe, white wig and contact lenses of an Arkanian businessman, Han whirred around and gasped in horror at the armored soldiers that had trumped their way onto his ship. Although he would personally like to place a blaster bolt between the eyes of each man, he had to keep up the act. He noticed the officer dressed in the uniform of the Imperial Navy and turned his attention to him, pleading.

"Please, sir," he gasped out, allowing plenty of fear to seep into his voice. "You must understand, I did not mean to run! The truth is, I'm not such a great pilot and I must've bumped one of these here gadgets." He let out booming laugh and turned to the control console, awkwardly running his hand over the various dials and levers.

"I'm a wealthy man," he continued, turning his gaze back to the officer. "I can cover whatever damages I may have caused and even throw in a voucher for a future discount! All courtesy of Solilw Enterprises! So, my fine sir, what do you say?"
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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 cruel smile crossed the officer's angular features. "I say... you are under arrest."

A Stormtrooper stepped forward, binders ready while two more kept their rifles trained on the Arkanian, their fingers resting gently on the trigger.

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 Post Posted: Thu, July 19th 2007 11:22pm    Post subject:
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Han mentally cringed and closed one of his hands into a tight fist. It took all his willpower not to reach under his robe and pull out the blaster he had secured there to his waist. He knew it would probably come to this, but there was still that shred of hope that the officer would express sympathy for an innocent civilian. He had to keep up the act.

Falling to his knees suddenly and raising both hands in a gesture of surrender, he speared the officer with a hopeful gaze. "No, sir! Not arrest! I have no ill feelings toward your Empire! I'm just an innocent man trying to make a living! I'll abide to your rules in the future, but please don't turn me in!"
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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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An even wider smile crossed the officer's lips. The alien was on its knees before him... like it should be.

"Now you are resisting arrest," the inspector said casually, then kicked the freighter pilot in the solar plexus, knocking him down. The trooper with the binders moved in, ready to restrain the offender.

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"Arugh!" was all Han managed to utter as the officer's boot came up and connected squarely with his chest. The force of the impact managed to dislodge the voice synthesizer from the roof of his mouth and it slid back toward his throat. Han gagged once, eyes going wide before breaking into a fit of coughing.

After a few seconds, he managed to get it under control and he looked up at the officer with a glare, now on his hands and knees. "Please," he croaked. "You're making a mistake. Allow me to leave."
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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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The inspector put his foot on the man's back, noticing a distinct change in his voice.

"The only mistake made today was yours," he proclaimed, forcing the man down with his boot. "It is time you paid for it."

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A sneer spread over Han's face as the officer exerted weight on his back with his foot. When he was face to face with the ground, he decided he was through playing the part of a fearful businessman. His plan had failed and it was time to get serious. Clawing the floor as if he was desperate to escape, Han reached his hand within the robes and unlatched the blaster from its holster. With a fluid motion, he began to pull it free.

"Pay? I don't need to pay for anything," Han pointed out, his voice muffled from being against the floor. "I'm the businessman here and the first lesson you learn is always demand payment up front!" Without hesitation, Han pulled the blaster out into view and fired a crimson bolt at the officer.
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"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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The inspector went down, holding his almost severed arm together. The Stormtroopers reacted to their leader's injury by pouring stun blasts into the now-hostile suspect.

Once they were certain the man was unconscious, they slapped binders on him and hauled him to the waiting corvette. However, their arrest was interrupted as one of them cried out, "Wookiee!"

Another hail of stun bolts dealt the with the problem, though stunning the Wookiee was notably more difficult...

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Daara stared out beyond the viewport in the newly present black void. They had just reverted from hyperspace, after a long journey. Before them lie Coruscant; for Grand Admiral Zend, it meant countless reports and defenses. For Solo, it meant freedom.

She turned her piercing eyes to Han, a new respect in them. That is, the respect a person has for her foe. “Well, then,” she admitted stiffly, “This is it. You're formally released,” she said with a slight smirk as she rose from the co-pilot's chair. Staring down at the response from the man seated before her, she began to recall in her strikingly accurate memory the events of the past week.


They had swiftly left the medical facility after Zend had 'pacified' Solo. While Solo was escorted to the prison block to retrieve his Wookiee companion, Daara had readdressed Jendob. After some pressing, the well of information opened up, and her orders from Jendob to investigate the possibility of Inquisitorius involvement in Jaina Solo's kidnapping were made, finally, clear.

Of course, that clarity was given with no other instructions. Jendob had suspicions, but no evidence. That lack proved to be a rather large roadblock. Resolving that there was no other way, Zend and Solo had retrieved the decrepit 'ship', the Millennium Falcon, and they determined to travel into space to the last place Solo had been searching for leads. Although the Grand Admiral had insisted they take a shuttle – or something that could be relied upon – Solo was adamant, and out of frustrated the powerful Daara Zend had relented.

However, before they had breached the surface of Imperial Center, Solo had encountered a most mysterious figure within the complexities of the spaceport. Zend would have to remember never to admit that she lost her quarry, which she was ordered to protect, but in the end her concern was needless. Solo faithfully – surprising to Daara – returned with some very interesting information.

Although he had been a somewhat hard nut to break, Solo eventually got it through his skull that Daara was necessary to the search effort, and he revealed the pertinent data to her. He had encountered a woman, which he described as shady and stealthy, and she had tipped him to travel to Anzat. With this information, she had provided codes, saying they would understand where they were used. Daara found it extremely strange for someone to locate Solo in relative obscurity, and especially that this woman made it a point to avoid Zend. It rose her suspicions of the Inquisitorius higher.

So, then, skepticism was something they both had shared, along with a feeling that a trap was waiting for them. Anzat was a semi-barren planet, covered in mists pierced by somewhat-fertile mountains. Understandably, it would be an excellent place to hide – especially for twisted Force wielders.

So, having no other lead, they left for Anzat. It was a rather uneventful journey, although the two former-lovers had numerous disagreements as to a plan when they arrived. Naturally, if Daara would have had the opportunity, she would have stranded Solo at the first moment and continued her search alone – but, there was a Wookiee onboard, and even her augmentations might have had some difficulty. Besides that, although a blithering fool, Solo was no easy target. Eventually, the pressure dissipated, and soon they were at Anzat.


But, the rest of that memory was too tiresome. The most oppressive task, after this reasonably enjoyable hands-on adventure, was going to be the filing and paper pushing behind it. Still... if tasked with doing it again, Daara probably would not have refused.

She looked out at the viewport again, waiting for Solo to say some good-bye. Off in the distance, a shuttle was approaching – the one Daara had beckoned for after they had come out of hyperspace. Soon, she would never have to deal with Solo again. Hopefully.

The woman turned away from the transparasteel and turned her eyes back to Han.
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Zend's hard, emerald gaze could be felt bearing into the back of his skull as Han remained focused at the controls of the Millennium Falcon. He had heard her words, but was still unsure of how to respond. So much had changed during the past cycle. Outside the viewport, he could see the shuttle that was ordered to collect Daara Zend and take her back to Coruscant approaching at a steady speed, marking the end of their long journey. Although it had cost him plenty of sleepless nights and frantic days, Han was just a tad bit sad to see it come to an end - especially when it had a happy ending. Not only was his daughter safely back within his arms, but he had found a new respect for Daara.

***

The journey to Anzat had been less than enjoyable. His nerves had already taken a beating with the kidnapping and capture by the Empire and Daara's stubborn nature, which seemed to shine like a sun when they were in transit, didn't help matters one bit. Although they were constantly at each other's throats, they managed to somehow survive the trip through hyperspace and arrive on the barren world with everything still intact.

Han had landed the Falcon fairly close to the coordinates the stranger back at the spaceport had provided in an attempt to save them some time as they trekked across the rocky landscape on foot. After an hour or so, both hot and tired, they had managed to find a small facility located on the edge of a stunted cliff. With only a small argument over how to enter the barracks unnoticed, the two were able to slip inside without too much trouble. That is, until they managed to trip an alarm and all hell broke loose.

Now, Han was fairly used to dealing with the scum and lowlifes of the galaxy, you know, the type of guys that hang out in deserted ally ways and crowded cantinas in hopes of getting lucky. Well, the group of thugs that approached them reminded the Corellian of these type of characters, but he couldn't have been more wrong in his life. In reality, they were Anzati assassins, specially trained in what seemed like every possible way to kill a being - even the most obscure. It would've been an understatement to say these guys were tough, but Han would never admit that to anyone he knew. In fact, the only person who he was openly willing to admit that to was Daara...and that was after she had saved his life.

When they were finally clear of the assassins, it took a bit of wandering around before coming to the chamber where Jaina herself was being kept. In a rare show of emotion, Han had rushed forward upon seeing his daughter, safe and alive, and had not noticed the ring of dark knights waiting in the shadows. With a swift blow to the back, Han was down on the stone floor and the fight was on.

It was hard to recall all the fine details of what happened exactly in that chamber, but it was safe to say he took quite a beating, as did Daara. At the point where Han felt they were unable to go on and successfully pull through with the rescue mission, Jaina herself had acted in a show of bravery to fend off the knights. It was this selfless act alone that had allowed Han to sneak into the fray and escape with his prize.

***

A thin smile tugged at his rugged features at the memory, reminding him just how proud he was to have such wonderful kids. It made being a father all the more fun. A slight shudder shook the cockpit of the freighter, bringing Han out of his reverie and back to the situation at hand. He squinted down at the controls to confirm that the shuttle had successfully docked with the Falcon.

As he turned around and began to rise from the chair, he turned his eyes to Daara, returning her sincere gaze. For once, he was without words and didn't really know how to part with his one time lover, but he knew the task had to be done.

"I just...wanna say thanks," he said awkwardly, a lopsided grin forming on his face as he tried to contain his emotions. "It means a lot. Maybe sometime we can--"

The Grand Admiral just simply smiled and cut him off by placing her index finger on his lips. Without another word, she escorted herself from the cockpit and headed toward the hold where the shuttle was waiting. Han watched her go in silence, conflicting emotions stirring within him until he heard the tell-tale sound of shuttle blast away from the vicinity.

The deed was done and now it was time to return home.

The Millennium Falcon is now enroute to Denon
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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?"

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As the Millennium Falcon slipped into hyperspace on its way to Denon, the comms crackled to life.

"Greetings, Solo. Admiral Zend sent me word that your daughter was successfully retrieved. That even children aren't safe in this Galaxy is appalling, and no parent deserves to go through what you have. And for whatever role those in the Empire may have had, tell you wife and daughter I am sorry.

That said Solo, if you are ever caught in Imperial space again, you won't be leaving. I'll make sure Isard sees to it. You will vanish, and you will be forgotten. Only the fact that you were trying to save your daughter saved you this time. Next time, the Empire will not be so forgiving.

Now go home, Solo. Take care of your family. Keep them safe... and stay out of my crosshairs.
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A soft, droning sound coming from the control console is what ultimately aroused Han from his deep sleep. With a loud moan that led into a yawn, the Corellian slid his feet from their position on the console and pressed forward to check their status. At first, he thought the indicator was the one that would bring the Falcon out of lightspeed, but upon further inspection he discovered that it was the comm that had been blinking for attention.

For a brief moment, his heart jumped into his throat at the possibility that it was Leia returning one of the many messages he had sent her throughout the duration of the mission, but when he reached forward and checked the tag, his hopes were dashed to see that it had originated from Coruscant instead. Not exactly what I was looking for...

With a heavy sigh, Han depressed the indicator with his index finger and activated the message, the text immediately popping up onto the screen:

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"Greetings, Solo. Admiral Zend sent me word that your daughter was successfully retrieved. That even children aren't safe in this Galaxy is appalling, and no parent deserves to go through what you have. And for whatever role those in the Empire may have had, tell you wife and daughter I am sorry.

That said Solo, if you are ever caught in Imperial space again, you won't be leaving. I'll make sure Isard sees to it. You will vanish, and you will be forgotten. Only the fact that you were trying to save your daughter saved you this time. Next time, the Empire will not be so forgiving.

Now go home, Solo. Take care of your family. Keep them safe... and stay out of my crosshairs."


A sneer had crossed his features when he was through reading the message, his anger for the Empire rekindling upon seeing the words the Supreme Moff wrote. Although he seemed sincere about the kidnapping, he still had that aura that he was above all others and most certainly well above Han himself. That wasn't exactly the best attitude to exhibit after everything he went through but it was typical for the Empire, he should've known better.

Curling his hand into a tight fist, he brought it down hard on the console, causing the screen in which the text was displayed to flicker slightly before switching off altogether. He wouldn't even bother with a response. He had other things to worry about like how he was gonna handle the Alliance once he arrived back at Denon and how he was gonna explain everything to Leia. Of course, he still had time to think it over while in hyperspace, but that time was running thin.

"Well, might as well get to work," he lamented to himself as he began to ease himself out of the pilot's chair. Chewie was back in the hold keeping an eye on Jaina, anyway. He could also use this opportunity to spend more time with his daughter, but as he was halfway to the door, another indicator began to beep, alerting him that he still had another message. With a groan that issued from deep within his throat, Han turned back to the console and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Activating this message in a similar fashion as he had closed the one from Jendob, Han had failed to notice that this particular message had been sent over a standard week ago from Denon. It wasn't until the image of a vast assembly hall with thousands of gathered beings in various states of dress appeared on the screen that Han realized what it was he was looking at. It was the live-feed recording of Luke Skywalker's funeral that took place several weeks ago.

Han's shoulders slumped in regret as he found that he couldn't pull his eyes from the screen. He had missed his best friend's funeral over some personal agenda that nearly cost him his own life. In fact, during the coarse of the past month, he had neglected to even think about his friend's death. And now, all the pent up emotions, all the pent up memories came all rushing back.

As the ceremony began, Han noticed a small message that flashed in the bottom corner of the screen. It was very subtle and it fit in so neatly with the background imagery that Han nearly missed it through his now misty eyes.

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LS


A weary smiled appeared on his lips as the image of Leia appeared on the screen directly after the message had disappeared. It wasn't much, but it was still an indication that she had been receiving his messages. Although he wasn't completely trusting of that Force stuff, Han sent a silent thank you to her anyway, hoping that his small message would reach her through the distance separating them.

In time, he would be able to express his love and gratitude for her face to face, but for now, he reclined back into the chair and spent the rest of the trip remembering the man that had been like his brother, Luke Skywalker.
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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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The familiar ship rested alone in the expansive hangar as the two shapes diligently worked on repairs, as they usually did. Luke watched them each closely as he leaned in the doorway some distance away. Although he could only see the legs of the man under the Falcon, the Wookiee wandering about nearby was a dead giveaway.

Luke clasped his hands behind his back as he began saunter toward the two. He wasn't even sure of what he would say, being that he hadn't seen the man in what felt like an eternity. Of course, Leia may have already told him everything, or he may have simply heard one of the leaked reports in the news, and his appearing would only trigger the question, "why didn't you come sooner?"

"I thought I might find you here," he called out, catching the attention of the Wookiee, who let out an excited roar while charging toward him with no lack of haste.

At the same time, the figure under the ship began to stir as well. Obviously upset about Chewie's sudden disappearance, he lifted his head up and promptly connected it with the side of the hull. He cursed and began a question for the Wookiee, but quickly trailed off upon meeting eyes with Luke.

Apparently, he hadn't seen the news.

Now deep in Chewie's arms, Luke tried to return the hug, but found himself hardly able to move. Through a smile, and difficult breathing, he managed to say, "I can see you're still as strong as I remember." Chewie returned the greeting with a few grunts and woofs before loosening his grip and tossling his hair.

"I've been out here too long," Han remarked, shaking his head with an incredulous smile. "Now I'm seeing ghosts." As he finished, he stood from the edge of the dolly and snatched up a nearby rag to wipe off his hands.

Luke took a few steps closer, still smiling. "No ghosts around here. Just me."

"Says you," Han replied. However, he simply remained silent as he stared at him for a long moment. Finally, he managed to conjure up some more words, though he seemed to be talking more to himself than anyone. "I wonder if it's true what they say about ghosts not realizing they're--" he trailed off, but suddenly shaking his head to free himself of his thought. "Now I'm crazy for talking to you..."

Luke couldn't help but chuckle before answering, "No crazier than Leia. Or Chewie here." Once again, he took a couple steps closer. "I know it's probably a lot to process but believe me Han, I'm no ghost."

"So what then? Did you fake your death? Resurrect yourself with the Force?" Han's eyes shifted down to a welder resting not far from his hand and scooped it up. They then turned back toward Luke and narrowed as he stepped closer. "Or maybe you're a droid?"

"Maybe you have been out here too long," he said as his grin widened. "Let's just say I haven't been myself for a while. A long while. But things should be back to normal now," he noted, though decided to quickly correct himself, "as normal as they can be, I suppose."

"A friend who I thought was dead just came magically back to life...and you call that normal?" As he scoffed, Luke could see he had a point, but upon finally bringing himself to truly look upon Luke's face, he added, "Yea, well, I guess that kinda does sound crazy like you."

"I do have a habit of springing this kind of stuff on you, don't I?" Luke asked jokingly.

Finally, a geniune smile spread on Han's lips. "Yeah, and I never got used to it."

The two of them took another moment of silence as they smiled back to each other. Luke's head nodded slightly before saying, "It's good to see you again, Han."

"Yea, you too," he replied with a nod. He stepped toward Luke and gave him a loose hug, which Luke happily returned.

"I'm glad to be back," Luke stated as they separated again. His head slowly turned toward the floor and his eyes stared into space as he continued talking. "Although the galaxy is definately a different place than I remembered."

Realizing he was drifting back to the same topic that had been plaguing him since his return, he shook his head slightly, passing the thought from his mind. He turned back to Han, who was studying him intently. "So how have you been holding up?" he asked, trying to shift any focus away from himself.

Han shrugged as he began fiddling with one of the controls on the welder. "I'm hangin' in there, I guess. Like you said, the galaxy's a different place. But I have a few things on my plate now, so things should get better."

"Hopefully..." Luke answered, his thoughts returning to the growing shadow in the back of his mind. It was impossible to remove it from his thoughts, even when he focused everything he could on avoiding it. He felt as if he was running out of time to address it.

Finally, a voice brought him out of his silence again. "Hey, you alright?"

"It's just... There's something going on out there," he explained as he gestured through the air with his hand. "Something I feel I should know, but I can't figure any of it out."

"At least we both have something like that going on in our lives right now. Maybe we should start a club or something."

Luke couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle. Han never did let anything get his sense of humour down, even if the entire galaxy felt like it was against him. One of the many reasons Luke loved having him around.

"Is everything alright between you and Leia? I could feel something... out of place when I saw her," he asked, recalling their encounter in her office. He could feel that she obviously didn't want to say anything about it, but maybe Han could offer some insight into her troubles.

Han gave him a look as if he was asking an entirely inappropriate question and eventually shrugged again. "If you consider her hiding the fact that she lost the kid from me alright, then yea, everything's great..."

"I haven't been back that long, but I think we're all under a lot of tension these days."

"Yea, but this was months ago and she's still not talking about it," he continued. He was genuinly worried, but, as usual, didn't want to show it, likely even to himself. "Maybe you could... soften her up or something? Talk to her, I mean."

Once again, a small smile appeared on Luke's lips. "If it'll help, then I'd be happy to."

"Thanks, kid... It means a lot," Han said through a smirk.

"Don't mention it." Luke stood in silence for a few seconds, then turned back toward the doorway. Just before he could take a step away, he turned his head back with a much more grave look on his face. "I have a feeling something big is on the horizon, so just... be careful."

Instantly, he was transported back to Hoth, where Han had given him the same two words just before the evacuation. Before he had gone to Dagobah to find Yoda. Before he had confronted Vader. As the thoughts passed, his left hand instinctively cradled the other, but once again, he quickly pushed them aside and smiled weakly before turning around and starting toward the door.

"Yeah," he heard Han reply. "You too."

As he took the last few steps out of the hangar, the last thing he heard was a worried growl from Chewie echo through the room. Just as it had on Hoth.
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