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 Post Posted: Wed, June 21st 2006 02:35pm    Post subject: Detention Block AC221 - Lusankya Prison
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There was nothing in the room except a defined, white haze. It was everywhere - the walls, the ceiling. Even the floor was a pristine white which bore your reflection if you caught the lighting just right. Occasionally, the haze would give away to reveal the four corners making up the small room, but most of the time they just melted together anyway. That’s what was creating the illusion of the haze. After being locked up in a sterile, white room like this for a week, things just kinda started to run together - even the defining line between the walls, the floor and the ceiling.

It was designed that way for a purpose, of course, slowly eating away at the hapless occupants to weaken their mental health so that the interrogation that was bound to come would commence a whole lot smoother. In short, the Imperials were left with nothing but a shell of the former being that was thrown into this prison to begin with. ‘Break them and then throw them out!” was their motto. There wasn’t much else. Well, unless they killed you, but that was a whole different rant in its own right.

Amidst the sea of white that so tightly enveloped the room, Han Solo lay in stark contrast to his surroundings as the only living occupant of the room. In fact, he was the only occupant. Aside from the dingy bed slab that could easily be retracted back into the wall and the hole cut in the floor for the sole purpose of holding bodily fluids, the place was empty. Well, Han had added his own decoration in the form of his uniform tunic rolled up into a tight ball in one of the corners, but it didn’t provide much relief. Sure, it was something to look at during those long hours between meal times, but it hardly shut out the constant white which was surrounding him day and night - if day and night could be defined in this hell hole.

Time was non existent as the stark lights which illuminated the small space continued to glow even when the sun on other worlds had long gone down below the horizon. The only way Han could even attempt to keep track of the time was when the guards would bring in a tray of what they referred to as food. He figured three meals per day and judging from how many times they had entered already, he was approximately stuck on the damned Lusankya for a standard week.

Han licked his dry, chapped lips and closed his eyes to shut out the unrelenting light from above. A standard week since it all happened. He was having difficulty wrapping his mind around that little tidbit of information. A standard week since that fateful day over the skies of Bespin where his shuttle had been intercepted by an Imperial task force bent on wrecking havoc on the Tibanna gas mines below. Colin Brokna had been along for the ride and as of right now, Han was unsure of his condition or if he even made it aboard Lusankya with him. He figured his fate would forever remain a mystery to him if he never got outta here.

But still, Han couldn’t help but shake his head at the irony of the situation. Out of all the places he could’ve been abducted throughout the galaxy, it had to be at Bespin. He was convinced more than ever that the gas giant held a curse for him. His first visit there as part of the Rebellion had landed him in a slab of carbonite at the hands of the Empire. His next trip hadn’t fared much better. He traded in the cold, nothingness tomb for a sterile room where the walls were threatening to overtake him if his mind didn’t get the opportunity to do it first. The only good thing that had come out of all this so far was the fact that he was provided with plenty of time to think and assess the situation and himself. And each time he would concentrate on doing just that, his mind would form the same image over and over again. A very vivid image of a petite brunette with brown eyes and a lively smile that was filled with a fiery determination that often reminded him why he loved her. “Leia,” he voiced the name quietly into the white void, but as usual, there came no response.

If you would’ve asked the average Alliance citizen about the state of Han and Leia’s relationship a year ago, they probably would’ve rattled off a very detailed description which involved such words as betrayal, adultery, affair and even divorce. But the truth of the matter is, it was never truly that bad. Sure, Leia had threatened to walk out on him more than once, but she had slowly come to understand that his actions the last night of the Galaxy Ball were not his own. An Imperial spy had deliberately planted a sex-inducing drug into his drink so that she could get close enough to kill him. She seduced Han later on that night in the privacy of their hotel room and the footage was viewed later on by Leia herself.

But since that fateful night, Leia had come to realize the truth and had gradually reconciled with her estranged husband. It took well over four months, but the end result was the gift of another new life. Well worth it in Han’s mind. However, that thought didn’t sit too well with him considering his current condition and his whereabouts. Leia was back with the Alliance, very pregnant with their third child and due in only the matter of a few months while Han was here, trapped in the galaxy’s most feared prison facility for what may be the rest of his life. He could never forgive himself to know that he had left her alone to give birth and to tend to the burden of a newborn child as a single parent. He figured whatever gods that existed out there, if they did exist, would never forgive him for that either. He had to make it his goal to get outta this damn place and be there for her when the time came.

A distinct clicking sound, which was originating from the durasteel door on the far side of the room, brought Han out of his lengthy reverie. Gauging the time since he had his last meal of a hard bread product and water, Han was suspicious to see the guards returning to his cell this soon. After all, he had gone through the entire week without one session of interrogation aside from the shuttle ride here. The guards had questioned him once before pelting him pretty damn good with their fists, blasters, feet and who knows what else until he lost consciousness. He woke up to find that he had been deposited into this room and had been stuck here ever since. The return of the guards this soon left an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, the door finally hissed open to reveal a female officer with a petite frame. Her tan, Imperial-issue uniform clung to her body in such a way that it wasn’t hard to imagine certain aspects of her anatomy. She had no cap, revealing a full head of blonde, silky hair tied up neatly into a bun on the top of her head and her emerald gaze was unnerving as her eyes moved over his disheveled form. Han suddenly had a bad feeling about her presence, recalling his actions with a certain other young female Imperial. But no, he would be able to control his desires this time. He slid forward on the cold slab in which he sat while reaching a hand up to caress the kink that had formed at the base of his neck. “I take it you’re not here to deliver my lunch,” he drawled out in an even tone, keeping his hazel eyes focused on her movements.

There was no hint of emotion on her face as she shut and locked the door behind her. She took another menacing step forward, her boot heels clicking solidly against the flawless floor. “Speak only when I ask you something, scum,” she snapped with a thick Corusantii accent.

Obviously she was in no mood for games today, boy had she picked the wrong cell. But even then, Han felt inclined to humor her for a while. “Fine,” he mumbled, raising both hands palm upward in a gesture of self-defense and surrender.

“Now,” she continued, wasting no time to delve into the good stuff. Her expression remained smug as she spit out her words. “What are the Alliance’s primary attack targets, hmm?”

Han had to smirk at her naďve approach to it all. She obviously hadn’t come across someone like Han before. Oh, this session was gonna be too much fun. “You don’t waste anytime, do ya?” he jabbed at her.

“I ask the questions here, slime,” she retorted in a dark tone.

“Well, that wasn’t really a question, but…” he let his words trail off, mumbling incoherent threats and other obscenities to himself. That should give her a rise. Actually, how it turned out, it was too much of a rise. One moment, she was standing on the opposite side of the room and in the next, she had crossed the space and managed to strike his right cheek fairly hard with the back of her hand. “Answer the question!” he heard her scream into his face.

Han glowered at her under a lowered brow. One of his hands instinctively came up to rub at the area of impact and found nothing but stubble instead. “Aren’t we demanding…” he growled under his breath.

“Maybe you’d talk more if I took off my clothes like the other agent?” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She placed her hands on her hips as Han’s expression darkened. She had hit entirely too close to the mark and she knew it too. He had just recently salvaged his relationship with Leia over that whole situation, he didn’t need some pompous Imperial scum to rile the whole scene again. Han felt like hauling off on her with a piece of his mind, but decided against it. After all, that’s probably what she wanted so she had an excuse to bring in the real interrogating and torture devices. He would hold out for now.

His expression quickly turned to one of amusement as he dared to look up into her fairly pretty features. “Aww,” he coaxed her on. “You’d do that for me?”

It coaxed her on alright. She let loose with a second slap to the face which stung even more than the first. Han lowered his head for a moment to gather his composure and stubbornly, returned his gaze to her. He wasn’t gonna let her win over him that easily. “You Imps sure like to slap,” he pointed out with a slight smirk on his lips.

“You Rebels seem to enjoy it!”

Hmm…he needed to test her. Just how far could he go before she really got sick of his games and let him have it? After all, slapping someone in the face can only go so far. “Well, I like gettin’ slapped other places,” he revealed to her with that same amused smirk. “But I’ll leave that to your imagination.”

All at once, her face contorted into one of disgust and her lips curled together in anger. With one swift movement, her leg kicked up into the air and connected squarely into Han’s gut. He felt his breakfast threatening to come up on him as the pain quickly overtook his body. A gargled yelp escaped his throat as he fell forward off of the bed slab and came to rest on his knees on the floor below. And even then, she continued on relentlessly.

“What are the targets?!” she howled, her voice resonating off of the empty walls. “Name the system!”

Yup, it was safe to say that’s as far as he was gonna be able to push her. He could hardly get up so as it is, how would he fare when they brought out the big guns? He didn’t even want to think about it as a round of coughing shook his haggard body. He had completely missed her question the first time and it didn’t take her long to announce it again. “What’s the target?! Answer me!”

His voice betrayed him as he finally found the strength to talk. It sounded hoarse and was only a mere whisper to its former self. “I-I don’t know,” he lied. It was a weak answer, but he wasn’t ready to reveal things just yet.

“Then you’re lying,” she hissed, quick to pick up on his false answer. She lifted her foot once more and brought it to bear down on his back. Han felt his elbows buckling underneath him as her weight was steadily pushed downward onto his vulnerable back. He cringed and clenched his teeth together hard as he struggled against her force, but it was no use. With his elbows now shaking uncontrollably, they could no longer support the stress and he collapsed face first to the floor. The female officer now stood over him triumphant like he was a wounded animal.

Han struggled to get his words out as his mouth was shoved against the floor in an awkward position. He grunted as he twisted his head to the side so that he could speak as well as catch his breath. Even then, his words were hindered by the pain. “W-we didn’t discuss it….much,” he grunted quietly, still trying to push the limits in order to keep the secret safe.

“Liar!” she accused again through clenched teeth. She removed her foot from atop his back and thrust it into his side hard enough to crack a rib. A sickening ‘thud’ echoed around the room on impact followed by Han’s moans of pain as he squirmed to get out of the way without any luck. “Y-you’re the ones makin’ targets and killin’ people!” he screamed with the last remaining strength left in his body. What started out as pure amusement at the situation was now raw anger toward the woman standing before him.

She stood there above him in silence for a moment, just regarding him as his words sunk in. But slowly and surely, a twisted smile began to form on her features as she reached down and roughly grabbed him by the back of his undershirt and hoisted him upward so that they were eye to eye. The loose collar was now drawn tightly about his neck and cutting off the circulation as well as his air passages. Han’s eyes bugged in surprise as he took a gasping breath to try and refill his lungs with no avail.

The woman’s almost too beautiful face leaned in closer to his and smiled in dark delight. “Name the target,” she demanded again, this time in a much calmer tone.

Han opened his mouth to speak, but only gagging ensued. He attempted to take a steadying breath and try again as little pools of sweat began to bead up on his forehead. “K--k--”

“Talk you Rebel scum!” she howled, becoming impatient and throwing him hard against the bed slab. Han’s head connected solidly with the far wall before collapsing in a heap on top of the makeshift bed. He lay there for a few seconds, barely conscious and coughing uncontrollably as his lungs refilled themselves with the recycled air. “K-ke--sseell,” he attempted to say, his body still shaking from the cough.

The woman’s expression twisted slightly as she tried to decipher what he had said. She took another step closer. “Where?” she muttered in a tone Han had not heard her use before. Was she starting to feel sympathy for him?

With a tremendous effort, Han hoisted his battered body upright into a seated position and glared vibroblades at the woman standing across from him. His lungs were still burning in protest, but he did his best to appear strong and hide his visible pain from her. “I-I said---Kessel!” he growled, becoming irritated with his interrogator. Of course, it was a false target, but she didn’t need to know that. She would be happy with any bit of information that spewed out of his mouth, even if they were lies.

Her face contorted into one of anger as she steadily closed the distance between herself and her victim. With one solid movement, her hand shot out and closed tightly about his throat once more. Han’s lungs screamed in protest as a sharp pain shot up his torso. He wasn’t sure if it was from a broken rib or the lack of air. But at this moment, he could care less. He gagged instinctively into her face as she roared at him with more questions. “Where on Kessel, you obtuse piece of lard?!”

Drawing in a ragged breath, Han tried to answer her to appease her demands. “Y-You--ACK!” he paused and clenched his jaw as little stars began to form in front of his vision. If she didn’t let go soon, she would never get any of those questions answered. “Y-your--bases!” he managed to choke out.

“That’s all I wanted to know,” she said calmly with a small smile visible on her lips. With one final thrust of her outstretched hand, she sent Han sailing backwards into the wall, hard. He heard a loud crack before the pain even began to register where his head had collided with the wall once more. Han felt the distinct sensation of blood trickling down his temple as the uniformed officer turned her back to head for the door. Her form began to fade into the surrounding blankness of the room before disappearing altogether. Han’s mind began to do the same before there was nothing but darkness as he slipped once again into unconsciousness.
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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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Shelvay walked down the spotless corridors of the Lusankya, the polished black floor at near mirror-finish. She was still reflecting on Jendob's letter of warning about mistreating prisoners of war, and his talk of "the New Empire."

If making them puke up breakfast makes them talk, so be it. Just carry on, Elena, the agent thought to herself. If breaking their will psychologically works, fine. Just do what works... whether the Moff likes it or not.

With that, she halted in front of Solo's door, reaching out through the Force to sense what he was feeling within, but she couldn't get a good feel.

"Oh well," she muttered aloud, then opened the door. It slide aside with a hiss, and she looked upon her prey once more, fast asleep. She crept in, slowly, and quietly. Now she could sense his state, and he was indeed asleep as she knelt down beside him, out of a natural swing arc for his arm.

"Solo! Wake your frakking ass up!" she shouted into his ear.
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For a brief moment in time, Han was free of the pain and anguish. The beating he had sustained earlier at the hands of the overly attractive female officer had left his head pounding and muscles aching. There wasn't much he could do to escape the throbbing in his head except to close his eyes and rest. Luckily for Han, sleep had come easily and the pain was able to subside.

But like all good things, he was roused from his brief slumber by a loud, screeching noise in his ear. Clenching his jaw tightly and groaning in annoyance, Han swatted toward the sound and slowly rose from the makeshift bed.

When his hand did not make immediate contact with anything, Han dared to open his eyes and glance in the direction the obnoxious screech had originated. Oh, frak it, Solo, he mentally cursed to himself as his eyes came to rest on that same female officer from yesterday. Of all the rotten luck...

"Just couldn't get enough of my charm, huh?" he quipped with a lopsided grin. Eventhough his head still felt like a herd of banthas stampeded over him, he had to have a positive outlook on things and prove to this Imperial bitch that he could take whatever she threw at him. It was the only way if he wanted to survive this hell.
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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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"Charm?" the cream-and-sable clad woman snapped incredulously, then burst into derisive laughter. "Charm! There's a laugh!

"The last time you got any, Solo, she made the first move, and you were drugged off your ass," Shelvay smirked, her blonde and silver hair shining as almost one hue in the harsh lightning, her blue eyes burning with hatred for the man before her.
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Han sat with elbows propped up on his knees and watched her with mock amusement. Of course, she was trying to anger him by rubbing the events of the Galaxy Ball into his face, but if truth be told, she looked like a complete idiot standing there and laughing like a drugged wampa.

"I see you eased up some since yesterday," he pointed out, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. "Too bad you Imps don't do that more often. Maybe then you can worry 'bout your own sex life instead of analyzing mine." He paused for a moment, reclining back against the wall. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. You don't have one."
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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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"By choice, Solo. My love is the Empire," Shelvay retorted. "I won't cheat on me."

"Oh, by the way," the blonde paused, savoring her next words. "I'm the one who slipped the little drug cocktail to Meehan."
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"You," he sneered as a deep, burning hatred for the woman began to rise up within his chest. His jaw worked in anger as the source to all his problems stood right here before him. It had been her who had estranged his and Leia's marriage for 5 months and caused him to screw that Imperial bitch to begin with. Han would never be able to find forgiveness for this woman. What made the situation even better was that she was standing here, joking and just waiting to have her ass handed to her. Revenge would come sweetly.

"Think you were real clever with that, huh?" he growled, his words dripping with venom. Shaking his head and smirking, Han began to rise from the bed slab. "Too bad it failed," he snarled before launching his body in her direction, his outstretched hands grasping for her throat.
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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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She felt his anger surge at her with her lie, and his bravado vanished. She knew his button. Then, an instant later, she sensed he would attack, and began to move.

However, Shelvay's powers were not as refined as those of Vader, Jax, or Tremayne. She sensed the assault a moment too late, and Solo slammed into her shoulder and across her body as she tried to escape the line of fire. He dropped like a rock as the impact knocked her sideways and into the floor. She struck hard, her breath exploding from her lungs, her shoulder and ribs injured.

But the weakness was temporary. She took her anger and pain, refocusing it into strength, a combustible fuel of agony and anathema that gave her the power to lift herself from the floor. Her teeth were gritted and bared, her deep azure eyes pools of hatred than fired superlasers of bloodlust at Solo's form.

And she acted on her desire.

Boots stamping across the glisteningly white floor, she kicked and her toe connected with his groin as he tried to rise. He fell again, groaning in the characteristic manner that one does when struck between the legs. But she had more for him.

Shelvay grabbed his forearm, and nearly yanking it out, dragged him across the floor to his relief pit. "Piece of shit!" she screamed, hurt and rage in her voice, and thrust his head into the foul chamber with her foot. She held him there for a moment before taking her foot off and letting him come up for air.

"Touch me again and you'll die with your kind in that pool," she hissed.
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Han staggered backward away from the pit before collapsing to his knees in the center of the room, the rancid water dripping off of his hair and forming tiny pools of waste on the polished floor. He had known the Empire to be cruel to their prisoners and heard plenty of horror stories from Leia herself, but he never imagined them to stoop this low. Kicking someone in the balls was one thing, shoving his head into a ceptic pool of his own waste...well, he rather not go there.

The sheer thought and smell of it was making him constantly gag, but even then, he did his best to glare vibroblades at the woman standing before him. She may have gotten out of the way this time, but next time she wouldn't be so lucky and she'll be the one with her head submersed in a shit hole.

The thought of her being held upside down with her head in that hole made him laugh briefly before the incident got the better of him. With one final cough, Han retched the contents of the cess pool that he managed to accidently swallow all over the cell floor.

Satisfied that he had caused more trouble for the Imperial woman, Han smirked again despite himself. "Looks like ya got a mess to clean up," he muttered before rising slowly to his feet.
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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?"

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Shelvay glowered at him, her blood still boiling. If he wasn't careful, she was going to kill him. And would enjoy every second.

"I have two to clean up, actually. One can be handled with a mop, though... the other one," she paused and drew her service pistol. "Requires a little more force."
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Han's smug expression never wavered as the woman pulled a blaster on him. Sure, it probably looked bad to whatever stiff-necked officer was watching on the holocams bound to be placed around the room, but Han knew better. The Empire needed him alive, otherwise why didn't they just kill him when they first came in contact over Bespin?

"Do you know how many times I've stared down the barrel of a blaster?" he dared to ask her. He spit out more of the foul water before continuing. "I hate to say it, sweetheart, but you ain't gonna get far pointin' that thing at me. Besides, you might break a nail when you go to pull the trigger."
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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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This takes place immediately after Swali meets Alex Torr. DJ and I will more than likely do a joint post for that, and since he's not on, I went ahead with this.

I was sorry I left Torr at the landing pad, when I could have given him a ride, but I had things I wanted to get done. I had heard that the famous, or infamous, Han Solo was being held on the Lusankya. I had to see for myself. I heard he was quite a gunslinger himself. It would be interesting to meet him.

I rode Fenrir 2 to the Lusankya site. It wasn't a long ride, considering the vehicle and piloting, not to mention that most of this was restricted airspace. I had relatively little problems getting there. I parked the speederbike and walked through the prison complex.

Oddly enough, even though having never been there, I recognized the construction from somewhere. It was strangely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was very similar to somewhere else I had been before. Perhaps I had been here. I'd hate to think of the reason I would have been here and not remember it.

As I was lead to the cells where Solo was held by an ISB officer, I realized why I recognized the construction. It was an Executor-class. After immediate relief for knowing that I had never been here, I realized something. How did it get here? More importantly, why doesn't anyone know about this? Maybe, in my spare time, I'd investigate it. Knowing the Emperors, there would be little to trace, but I was confident I could figure it out.

I came to the door outside of the cell block. "Stay here," I ordered the ISB officer. He complied and stayed outside of the door as I entered.

I entered to see an Imperial officer pointing a blaster at the Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance. This would be interesting.

"At ease," I said calmly.
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The strange voice carried a timbre of command in its calm tone that made the furious interrogator freeze, her finger just about to pull the trigger back far enough to fire.

"What do you want?" Shelvay hissed, keeping her gun trained on Solo.
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Hm...interesting. Must be one of Yittreas's. I wouldn't put it past them to pull a gun on a prisoner. Or even worse.

"First, I want you to holster your weapon. Second, state your full name and rank. We'll go from there, then," I said.
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Shelvay slowly, grudgingly turned, and upon seeing the Fleet Admiral plaque, returned her weapon to the holster. "Special Agent Elena Shelvay, sir."
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I was somewhat disappointed. I had thought she'd be a little more insubordinate, but I guess that wouldn't have been as smooth.

"Alright, then. Special Agent Shelvay, you are dismissed. I will take it from here," I ordered.

She left, with a bit of a sneer, but I was willing to let it go. That wasn't why I was there. I took off my rank plaque and code cylinders, putting them in my pocket. I then walked so that Han Solo could see me and I could see him. I looked him over for a few moments before I spoke.

"Do you always make interrogators do that or was that just her?" I asked.
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The female officer sneered at the new arrival before clicking her boot heels together and stalking out of the cell. Han watched her with a level gaze, being careful not show any outward hint of his emotions. Eventhough she may have been out of his hair for the moment, Han had no doubt that he would be seeing her again. The Empire could only keep a grasp on a woman like that for so long. Han had plenty of experience in that department. She'll be back.

Shifting his eyes away from the woman as she stomped out of the cell, Han turned to regard the other officer that was present. He removed his rank plate and code cylinders from his uniform and placed them into a pocket before speaking. Han continued to study him with narrowed eyes. So far, the man didn't prove to be an immediate threat, but maybe it was part of the act. Act friendly then strike.

Well, two could play at this game. Making his way back to the bed slab, Han shook his head with a smirk and sat down. "Must be my rugged good looks and sense of humor," he drawled. "Brings 'em down on me everytime."
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"You know, if you could apply that smuggler's brain to real politics, you'd be my equal."
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I looked at him for another moments before I said, "Funny, I was about to say you weren't much to look at."

In truth, he looked every bit the smuggler I'd heard of and more. A bit aged since his days as a spice runner, but that didn't change his smugness. No wonder Shelvay pointed a gun at him. I was willing to bet good credits he would annoy the pants off of any Imperial officer he met.

Luckily, I wasn't here for anything related to the Empire. I was here for my own reasons.

I tilted my head and pushed my sunglasses up a bit on my nose, then asked, "Is it really that fast?"
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Han sneered at the man's first comment before leaning back against the solid, cold wall and rubbing at the back of his neck. This certainly was a change of pace, he had to admit. He was expecting another round of swimming in the shit hole but instead found himself actually striking up a conversation with an Imp.

But then again, that brought him back to his intitial thought about the whole situation - toy with him a bit then strike. If that was his plan, Han wasn't about to fall for that so easily. He'll be ready.

"She," he corrected him. "You mean is she really that fast." He paused for a moment to let his words sink in before a smug smirk formed on his lips. "And yea, she is. Faster than anything you Imps can throw together. I've outrun so many Imperial blockades, that if you drew a line, it would probably reach from here to out beyond the Outer Rim."
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"But, you quit that haven't you? Can't see why, I think it sounds exciting. But, then again, there's always this sort of deal," I said, tapping on the wall to show I meant being imprisoned, "And I heard you got into a bit of trouble with the Hutts once upon a time. Not much safer than what I do, but...well, I suppose you don't know what I do."

I thought for a second before I continued, "Speaking of job hazards in smuggling, I hear you also had a quick trigger finger. Quite a gunslinger."
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"Who says I quit?" he quipped, growing agitated with the direction the conversation was going. Part of him was wishing the Imp would change direction and start asking him questions pertaining to the Alliance. Not like he didn't like talking about himself, he just didn't particularly like the high praise and the limelight. "How do ya think I ended up in here? If I had the Falcon on Bespin, I can guarentee I'd be back at the Alliance sippin' on some fine Corellian whiskey."

Wiping at his forehead and removing yet more of the sewage sludge that was still stubbornly clinging to him, Han paused for a moment to contemplate his next response. "As for my trigger finger," he looked up at the man with a lopsided grin. "Let's just say if I had a blaster when that bitch came in here, she'd be dead before she had a chance to even think 'bout crossing that threshold."
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What was wrong? I'd be relieved to not have to be interrogated in my prison cell, but he kept getting more and more agitated. Probably didn't like the thought of a friendly Imperial.

"Yeah...there are some Imperials that aren't necessarily..." I stopped, considering what I might be saying. If I let it slip that the Empire was somewhat divided, it would probably be my greatest mistake, so I switched what I was going to say, "...orthodox."

"Since you know so much about guns, how 'bout you take a look at one I designed?" I proposed. I pulled out my blaster sword and held it up, but didn't stand within grabbing range.
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The gleaming, metallic firearm was the only thing that mattered at that moment. What the officer had said beforehand completely bypassed Han's mind and his eyes were solely focused on the object in the man's hand. This could actually work out to his advantage after all...

"Well, uh," he mumbled, gesturing to the firearm uselessly. "I can't really see the detail from back here. And I'm sure it gave you plenty of trouble. Why not make it all worth it and let me see it up close?"
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"I didn't get to my position because I'm a fool. You can see fine from where you are," I said warningly. Were he to get close enough to take it, it wouldn't stay in his possession for very long, that was for sure. "Besides, maybe someday you'll be out of here and we can have a proper duel," I speculated.

"I call it a blaster sword, for obvious reasons. It's basically a DL-44 in a sword casing. Some things I learned recently warrant such an armament. Most people would just use the blaster, but I found the need for an actual melee weapon, as well," I said, "I just wanted to show it to you and see what you thought."

I put the weapon into my specially made holster-pack. It was a sort of backpack with six loops to hold various guns. Right now, it just held the blaster sword, but it could hold five others that I had left in Fenrir 2's compartments.

"There's one last thing I want to hear," I said.
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"Not bad," Han mumbled dryly, no longer interested in the specifics of the weapon now that the Imp had replaced it to its holster. All hopes of escape had suddenly been dashed with that single movement, but there would be more opportunities. There just had to be. No prison was able to hold Han Solo for very long before. Why start now?

Han took a moment to just sit in silence and think about his situation before he realized the man had spoken to him again. He raised his hazel eyes menacingly toward the man's face. Something was telling him he wasn't gonna like what he was about to hear. "And what would that be?"
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