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 Post Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 9:14 pm    Post subject: Millennium Falcon (Coruscant)
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Han crossed the busy hangar bay with a single bag slung over his shoulder. He wasn't exactly sure what he was getting himself into, but it wouldn't hurt to carry along something extra - especially with Imperials involved.

As he walked, he contemplated the events of the past night - his meeting with Leia, the mission he was assigned to rescue Rebel POWs in the heart of the Empire and his promotion.

This whole pregnancy thing must have really went to Leia's head. Promoting him from general to commander of the entire armed forces of the Alliance wasn't something he was fond of. In fact, he hated it. But he accepted the offer out of respect for Leia and the rough times she(and he) had ahead.

As he drew near to his saucer-shaped freighter, the Millennium Falcon, Han spotted a hairy figure hunched over, inspecting something near the landing ramp. There was no mistaking the large frame of his Wookiee co-pilot, Chewbacca.

"Chewie!" Han yelled as he approached, waving his hand to draw his attention.

Chewie raised his shaggy head and rattled off a long string of moans and grunts. He waved his large arms in the air to emphasize his point, gesturing occasionally to the landing ramp.

Han stopped beside the Wookiee and narrowed his eyes. "Sabotage, huh?" He grimaced and moved past Chewie to inspect the landing ramp himself. He touched the pad to make sure everything was in check then turned back to his hairy friend. "Are you sure you just didn't forget to close the ramp?"

If it was at all possible to see it through the hair covering his face, the Wookiee's face took on one of innocence. The moan he issued rose in tone to indicate a question.

"Dammit, Chewie! How many times have I told you 'bout that?!" He paused as Chewie issued more growls of protest. "No, but one of these times you're not gonna get so lucky and someone will sabotoage it! Now get up there and start the pre-flights!"

Without a moment of hesitation, Chewie gathered his things and started to head up the landing ramp, still issuing quiet moans and grumbles to himself. Han shook his head and followed his co-pilot into the ship.

Upon entering the cockpit, it only took a matter of minutes, with the combined efforts of Han and Chewie, before the familiar hum of the engines permeated throughout the Falcon.

Han, standing behind the pilot's chair and checking gauges, glanced over at Chewie out of the corner of his eye. "Take her up and make sure we got our clearance. Once we're clear, take us into lightspeed. I have some things I want to check up on in the hold."

Chewie moaned an affirmitive and slipped into the over-sized co-pilot's chair specially designed for him. His large hands wrapped around the control yoke and he began to push it forward.

Han turned and made his way out of the cockpit and toward the hold as the ship began to move forward. As he approached the hold, a loud crash emitted from inside. Han, on instinct, drew his blaster from its holster and plastered himself against the bulkhead. Maybe Chewie didn't leave the landing ramp open afterall Slowly, he inched toward the open doorway leading to the hold and peered inside.

A young woman, perhaps in her late teens, early twenties, was crouched in the one corner cursing quietly to herself as she scrambled to pick up the storage containers she managed to knock over.

Han smirked to himself and stepped inside the hold, blaster trained on the woman. "Stand up and back away real slowly and maybe I'll rethink pulling this trigger."

The young woman's body instantly went rigid at the sound of his voice. She turned around fast, knocking over the containers she did manage to stack back up, and rose to her feet.

Han cringed at the sound of the containers falling over once again and rolled his eyes. "Didn't I say real slowly?"

"Whoa! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please don't shoot!" She stepped forward, hands raised in the air to signify that she didn't want a fight.

"I haven't made up my mind yet about that, but for the moment, I won't." Han narrowed his eyes as he moved his gaze over her body. "Who are you? And what are you doing on my ship?"

She laughed nervously at his question and shifted her weight. "Oh, uh...so, you're the owner of this ship. Sorry, I didn't know. M--my name's Salla. Salla Vivek. I'm training here to be in the army. I guess I got lost coming back from the field."

Han shot her a dubious look, blaster still trained at her torso. "Somehow I don't believe that. You're telling me you randomly enter ships on your way back from the field?"

"Well, no." Here she paused and shifted her weight again. She was obviously searching for a good answer. Eventually she gave up. "Alright, fine. I was just curious. Your ship's different than the others of the fleet. The ramp was open, so..." she shrugged.

Han frowned at the mention of the landing ramp being kept open then quickly smiled to cover it up. "That's right. She is different. And for a good reason. However, that doesn't give you permission to enter them whenever you please."

Salla looked at the ground, ashamed. "Yea, I know. I realize that now." She quickly looked up at Han, pleading. "Please don't tell my commanding officers. I'm sure to get punished for this."

"No?" Han slowly lowered his blaster. "What would you have me do then?"

Salla eyed the hold before focusing her gaze back on Han. "Well, you're obviously going somewhere...a mission or something. Let me come with you. I could use some field experience and I'm sure it'll be more than enough to make up for what I did."

"No." Han started to turn to head back toward the cockpit. "This is too important and I don't need some kid following me around."

Salla started to follow him, desperate. "Please! If this is important and I prove myself, I could really make it big! Come on, help me out!"

Han sighed heavily and turned on his heel to face her. "Look, where I'm going ain't some training ground for someone like you. This is the real thing. Are you---"

Suddenly the ship lurched, indicating the Falcon had entered hyperspace. Han held onto a bulkhead with one hand during the transition and uttered curses under his breath.


Salla watched him, a smile slowly forming on her face. "You were saying...'Are you'...?"

Han shot her an evil glance and turned around to head back toward the cockpit. "Forget it! Go strap yourself in!"

Han could only imagine the young woman's expression as he reentered the cockpit a few minutes later. She better enjoy her little victory now, in a little while, things will be very different.

Han shot the same glance he gave Salla moments before in Chewie's direction as he sat down in the pilot's chair. "Pal, we need to have a talk."

Chewie woofed in question. He really didn't like where this was going.

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 Post Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 9:41 pm    Post subject: TrafCon Station TCC-1325
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Chief Petty Officer Del Eddin saw a new blip on his scopes. A ship had just come out of hyperspace within the defense line. He flipped a toggle switch, and opened a channel.
"Unidentified vessel, you are in restricted space. Identify and present clearence pass, or be destroyed."



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Han's hand hovered over the activation switch to the comm as the transmission filtered through the cockpit then stopped. He glanced over at Chewie.

"Where's our little stowaway?"

"Right here..." a voice said from behind him.

Han turned around to see Salla standing in the doorway to the cockpit. He smiled. "Get over here and give me a hand."

She smirked and stepped forward. "About time you gave me something to do."

"Don't get smart." Han stood up, gesturing toward the console. "I want you to take the comm and give them a story. Just don't make it sound too crazy - make it believeable."

Salla nodded. "I can handle that." She sat down in the chair Han had just vacated and opened channel. "This is the freighter Bright Hope requesting permission to land."
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Chief Eddin reached out with a black-gloved hand to reply.
"Bright Hope, you are in restricted space. Provide proper access codes, or stand down and prepare for escort to civilian lanes. Resistance will result in your immediate destruction," he warned.
His small blue eyes then watched the battered freighter on the screen. It was a YT-1300, to be sure, but something just didn't feel right.



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Salla switched the comm off momentarily and looked up into Han's face. He was leaning over the chair, staring out the viewport. "Do we have codes to transmit?" Salla questioned.

Han lowered his gaze to the console and studied it for a moment. "Old ones...not sure if that'll be enough to clear us, but it's worth a try."

Salla nodded and switched the comm back on. "Control, we're transmitting the codes now. Stand by."

Han reached over Salla's shoulder and pressed a button on the console to send the codes. With the press of that button he may have been sealing his fate. He could only hope that his infamous luck was with him on this mission.
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The codes flashed across the screen. Eddin's eyes widened, and his mouth twisted to an angry frown. His hand slapped the intercom.
"Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Carrack Dominance, report to holding sector TK-4. I say again, Tau Kappa Four."



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Han stared out the viewport, his brow furrowed. "Something's not right. This is taking too long....dammit!" He moved around to the front of the chair. "Get up, I'm taking over."

Chewie glanced over and growled in confusion, as Salla was pushed to the floor.

"Hey! What're you doing?!" Salla yelped from the deckplates.

Han ignored her and turned to Chewie. "No time for questions, power up the quad guns." Chewie growled in protest, hitting a fist against the console. "The codes didn't work! Now power 'em up!"

Chewie shook his shaggy head, but obeyed his human companion.

Han focused on the orbital station in the distance and hit the accelerator. His knuckles were white against the control yoke as he guided the freighter closer to the station.

Salla's eyes grew wide as she finally realized what was going on. "You're nuts!"

"Not the first time I heard that, sweetheart," Han said with a smirk. A small blinking like caught his attention on the console indicating the guns were now online. "Now it's time to show them the real access codes."

Salla turned away from the viewport as Han let loose with the quad guns. Scarlet lines of energy raced toward the station before them.
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Eddin's mouth dropped as he realized his time had come. The bolts tore apart the fragile station like a turbolaser through tissuepaper. There was a massive explosion, and Eddin could see a wall of fire rushing for him. It swallowed a young petty officer, drowning out his cries of agony with the roaring of flames. Eddin threw his arms up in a vain attempt to shield himself. He felt incredible heat and pain, the likes of which he had never even imagined. A moment later, his body was a fine ash falling to the deckplates. A moment after that, there weren't any deckplates to fall to.



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Han whooped as the station went up in a firery blaze. He clamped down on the control yoke and twisted the Falcon away from the debris field.

Salla finally found the courage to turn back toward the cockpit. "I know I'm not an experienced solider, but it doesn't take one to see an idiotic act such as that."

Han glared at the young woman. "If I wouldn't have done that, we would have been taken into custody. I just saved your life!"

Chewie, not surprised at the unfolding arguement, just rolled his eyes and sat leaned back in his chair.

"Saved my life?! I would say you just sealed my fate! And to think, I didn't even have a chance to start my career yet!"

"Hey, don't go blaming me," Han snarled, pointing to his chest. "You're the one who volunteered to---"

Suddenly the comm crackled then a voice filtered into the cockpit. "TCC-1325, what is your situation?"

Eventhough the situation wasn't lookin good, Salla couldn't help but smirk. "Now you're gonna get it."

Han thrust his index finger into her face, turning away from the inquiring comm unit. "I don't need you to tell me how to handle this situation! You're forgetting who you're dealing with here."

"I say again, TCC-1335, what is your situation?" the voice over the comm asked again, more stern this time.

Salla glanced back over at the comm. "If you're going to handle it, I say this would be the perfect opportunity."

Han clenched his jaw and turned back toward the viewport. "Watch your mouth..." He glanced down at the blinking comm unit and rested his hand on the activation switch. He took a deep breath and cursed before switching it on. "Uh, just performing...routine duties..."

Salla raised her eyebrows at Han's response. "Calling an intruder alert is routine?" There was a pause on the other end before the voice continued. "Eddin, you are a damned fool. If you pull this again, I'll place you on report."

Han smirked and turned back to Salla as the comm connection was cut. He had a self-assured expression plastered on his face. "See? I told you I could handle it."

"It was just dumb luck." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Maybe so, but it worked, didn't it?" He let another smile slip as he hit the throttle and started to guide the Falcon toward the busy traffic lanes below on the surface.
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The trip down to the surface of the planet resulted without incident. Han managed to pursuade a control officer to let them land in the general vacinity of the prisoner complex. This time, they were listed in the logs under the guise of Hunter's Shadow.

Han emerged from the Falcon's landing ramp and made sure the freighter was secure before moving off into the streets. Chewie sniffed the air cautiously and moaned softly to himself before following his partner. Salla had no other choice but to follow the others. "What's the hurry?"

Han glanced slightly over his shoulder, continuing to move his way through the semi-crowded streets. "I told you this is important."

Suddenly, Chewie reached forward, grabbed Han by the shoulder and pulled him back into a side alley. Han opened his mouth to protest but was instantly silenced by one hairy hand over his mouth. The wookiee gestured his shaggy head toward the street.

Han turned toward the street beyond as Chewie slowly removed his hand. He didn't like what he saw. A squad of stormtroopers, heavily armed, marched up the street in formation. "It's just a routine patrol, Chewie. What's the matter with you?"

Salla looked worriedly back and forth between Han and the passing squad. "What if they see us?"

Han glared at the young woman, becoming more annoyed by the second. "They won't." He turned toward the wookiee. "But if this big oaf here keeps pulling things like this, they will!"

"We already did," a voice said, filtering out of the darkness behind them.

Han whipped around quickly toward the mysterious voice, pulling his blaster from its holster in the process. He only had time to squeeze off one shot, which missed its target and impacted with the side of a nearby building, before the butt of a blaster rifle smacked him across the face. Han stumbled backward and crashed into a trash recycler before collapsing in a heap on the ground.

The last image Han remembered was that of white-clad shapes appearing from the shadows, led by a man wearing a dark uniform. He tried to comprehend what was happening before darkness overtook him...
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Seconds soon turned into minutes as Han layed flat on his back in one of the Falcon's rear bunks. Chewie had dumped him off here much to Han's dismay. The big oaf got an ear full about it too, but he might as well be talking to the wall. The Wookiee just cocked his head, applied some bacta patches and slipped out of the hold to head into the cockpit.

Dammit...he should be up there as well. Afterall, this was his ship! He didn't need to---

He sat up quickly in a rage and instantly regretted it. A throbbing pain shot up his leg, his hand and down his arm. It was enough to take his breath away. A hoarse yelp escaped his lips as he fell back down to the bunk.

So much for getting up on his own. To make matters worse, he could feel the eyes of every single rebel in the vicinity on him. Why couldn't they mind their own business? Haven't they ever seen a wounded man before?

Han grumbled a curse under his breath and closed his eyes, trying to finally relax - if that was at all possible with their current situation. Not only were the sounds and smells of the escaped rebels getting to him, but he could also make out the familiar whine of the Falcon's engine running at full. The escape was on.

And he was stuck in here....the battered freighter rocked violently, causing Han to nearly topple out of the bunk. If Chewie thought he was going to stay here after that, he had another thing coming.

Ignoring the pain that continued to flare everytime he moved, Han rose out of the bunk and stood up, resting a hand on a bulkhead to steady himself. Something else hit the ship, causing it to jar once again.

Keeping a hand on the wall, Han started to hobble his way toward the cockpit. Luckily the crowded hold wasn't as bad to navigate as he thought it would be. As soon as Han drew near to a group of rebels, they would part, letting him by. Good, at least they had some sense in them.

After a few minutes, Han finally reached the cockpit. Struggling to keep himself upright after yet another barrage, he finally managed to hit the release to open the door. The door swooshed open to reveal a frenzied Wookiee and a frantic young woman, both trying to angle the ship out of the atmosphere.

The thought of the young cadet even touching the controls of his beloved freighter, made Han's skin crawl. Nobody...nobody dared pilot his ship except for Chewie and himself. With the exception of Luke and Leia...and even that was on rare occasions.

Wincing slightly from the pain in his thigh, Han pushed himself into the cramped quarters and tapped the young woman on the shoulder. "Get up, I-I'm taking over..."

Chewie's shaggy head snapped over to face him in surprise. A long string of grunts and howls soon followed, advising his "cub" to head back to the hold and rest his wounds.

"I don't need any of that," he snarled. "I'm fine. Right now I'm concerned 'bout getting us out of here." His gaze fell back onto the blonde haired girl who was now staring back at him wide-eyed. "Up..."

Without a word, the woman quickly rose from the chair and slipped back toward the hold. Han shook his head and lowered --- no, more like fell into the now empty chair. He shot down another wave of pain and rested his hands on the control yoke, throwing a quick glance to his partner. "Alright, Chewie...let's punch it!"

Chewie howled in agreement as Han pushed forward onto the control yoke, rocketing the Falcon out of the access tunnel and into the atmosphere of Coruscant.
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Sorry for the length of this post, but it's the first time I've been passionate about a piece of work for a long time and I want to go with it. Joke Hopefully some of the people from old TSRPG will recognize a few elements in the beginning...

Captain Nevin Antilles stood upon the thick, dirty layer of debris surrounding the landing spot. The handiwork of the Star Destroyers’ cannons spotted across the entire landscape, like a torn conduit in the bulkhead of a ship. The stench of rotting flesh filled the streets of the small town the lethal barrage had obliterated. Bodies lied everywhere, nearly covering up the streets themselves. These people undoubtedly tried to flee as the energy bursts rained upon their houses.

A massacre.

Antilles walked, surveying the destruction with his heart in his throat. He didn’t want to believe his orders ended all this life, all this…existence. But orders were orders. His peers assured him that this was a great victory. The little stunt he pulled in escaping the defense force was surely to count for points in this Empire of theirs.

The wind tugged at his hair, carrying the thickness of death with it. The wind was undoubtedly the only thing moving throughout the entire city. The three stormtrooper guard followed him down the street, cautiously looking around for any other survivors. A meaningless precaution. Antilles knew how to defend himself melee, but he didn’t have time for arguing.

The young man had seen this before. It was characteristic of the ransacking that occurred on his homeworld…but that was in the past. He couldn’t feel guilty for ending lives; they refused to submit and they were destroyed. This was Kessel, a place filled with scum that should have been killed. It was entirely different from the killings at home…though the killers used the same excuse. Irrelevent! Protocol was all that mattered. They succeeded. Any good Imperial should be able to accept that and move on.

Right?

Yet, he didn’t order a massacre. He wanted some survivors to capture and take back to the Storm. This was not what he ordered. Not-not this.

The Captain breathed in the burnt air, the volatile oxygen stinging his lungs. He turned away from the depressing sight of rubble, stopping his march down the street, and looked at the Imperial officer hurrying towards him. Commander Brechel was the name of the stuck-up little man, and he was the leader of Antilles’ ground force. What the Star Destroyers didn’t pinpoint, the task force wiped it out.

"This," Nevin began, regret subtly poking through his voice. "Is not what I had in mind when I gave the orders, you know.”

Brechel seemed taken aback, looking around the area. His eyes turned to that of self-accomplishment before returning to the young man. Antilles didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to shoot the man for taking pleasure in this decimation.

"Sir?” Brechel responded, surprised at Antilles’ disappointment. “We accomplished all mission objectives: disable any possible ground defenses, exterminate any possible resistance.."

Nevin held up a hand to shut up the man. Gods, he sounded like some child bragging to his parents that he'd acquired some new talent with a musical instrument. "We're peacekeepers, not murderers. This looks like a residential district, not a site for obliteration." Nevin stated, involuntarily putting a slightly angered tone into his usual dictum. His own parents had been killed by CorSec forces at the pinnacle of a civil uprising on Corellian Ordinance and Distribution Colony Mantell. How many had he just sentenced to a similar fate here? The young man buried the thought again, convincing himself for the moment that it was the incompetence of Brechel. This was purely a professional concern, not a personal endeavor.

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Nevin couldn’t remember the specifics of the conversation after that. It was only a few months ago, but it seemed like an eternity as he sat here in the hold of an old, converted smuggling ship. He didn’t want to remember it after that.

Not with her dead. He just couldn’t stop his mind from drifting back to that one point, the one time a single thing in his life was going right! Now it was shut away, completely obliterated and thrown like a rag out of his life! Kara was dead! Everyone had betrayed him! This entire Imperial shit was never permanent, it just kicked him in the ass like life always had done to him. He was no pity case, no one else was to blame for everything he’d done in his life. He was a man out for himself and that was it. That’s how it was always going to be. If he laid down roots, they were uprooted when the droughts game.

Nothing was ever a constant. Nothing except death or disappointment. He would have been better off at home, fighting the fight against what he knew was wrong. Was he now part of the very system he once fought against? Damn it! It’s said that there’s a time for love and a time for hate, a time for war and one for peace. Why did Antilles always get stuck with the ass-end of the deal? Always war, always hate. He’d kept his feelings to the only person that mattered: him…until Kara. Now that she was dead, it was time to lock them up again. There was nothing that came out of mourning except more of it. Pity for yourself is a weakness, strength is fighting to change the pity into hope.

But the hope was dim. Gone. She was gone. Nevin Antilles of the Galactic Empire tried to deny the fact that the rest of his life would be spent in a cell, getting beaten by the Rebel barbarians. But…he’d faced that risk every day of his life…why now was it finally making an impact?

Calm down, Antilles…you’re panicking…calm down…

Nevin opened his eyes, forcing himself to embrace the harsh reality of the crowded ship. He was tucked away in the corner of the cargo hold, various aliens and humans packed in like Kiyashi Sardines. The smell was horrible, but Nevin imagined he wasn’t in the best state of hygiene either. He needed a shower, a shave. He needed to get out of this damn uniform!. Days had already passed since Solo had blasted the way out of Coruscant. Where were they heading? He had to get out of here – find a way to get back to…whatever it was he still had to go back to. Nevin wasn’t going to go back to the Empire…it was full of betrayers, but, he sure as Hell wasn’t going to let himself be held captive for who-knows-how-long.

Calm down, Antilles…

He shut his eyes again, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t face reality without dealing with it and he couldn’t run from it without knowing that it existed. It loomed upon him like a man fingering a blaster, ready to emit its deadly ordinance at any moment. The Mantellian tried to block it out, but fantasies weren’t going to bring nothing back. Besides, it didn’t help him any…the only thing that he could remember clearly was that bastard Jendob shooting her. Jendob knew this would send Nevin off the deep end! Antilles didn’t cover up his weaknesses well enough, and Jendob had just gotten friendly with him so the Grand Moff could eliminate another political enemy from the pile.

Grand Moff. Nevin was a Grand Moff too. Did it protect him from capture or death? It didn’t, it was just a simple, mortal-appointed rank. It didn’t mean anything in the big picture. He felt around his chest for the rank plate and threw it onto the ground. He didn’t even know why he kept it on this long. Hoping someone would notice the big shiny insignia and offer to help? Heh, good luck, fool...

Then there was Solo. Yes, Solo…that was one of the many topics swirling through the vortex of his thoughts. Nevin wish that the General had choked on air, or whatever it was, back in Lusankya. Antilles had never been that angry…not even in his teenage years. That was saying alot, too. With Solo, it almost felt as if he was already grasping his hands around the man’s neck and choking him to death. The bastard deserved it. Speaking of which, so did Ams. But not for now. He had to think of a way to get out of here.

But how? This was all an eternal circle of thoughts! He couldn’t accomplish anything! Antilles would break free, but have no where to go. He had no one to turn to. Hell, the only thing he now possessed was the vibroblade hidden in his boot. At least he had that option…

Nevin opened his eyes and exposed the blade slightly, watching the glinting reflection. He always had one way out…

“No,” He said under his breath, shoving the blade back to its resting positions. It would never come to that. Nevin Antilles wasn’t weak, he would pull himself through it.

And until then…his only option was to lay back against the wall, close his eyes and try to remember Kara. That was the only thing that gave him a sort of happiness.

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Wait…there was a figure exiting from one of the ruined abodes. A woman with strawberry-blond hair…
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The familiar sights and smells of the Falcon's cockpit brought a smile to Han's lips. No matter how many times he had sat here in the pilot's chair of his beloved ship, she still always managed to give him a thrill.

Off to his right, Han managed to catch Leia rolling her eyes at him and she settled down into one of the passenger seats. Chewie, who was busying himself with preppring the old freighter, slumped down into the oversized co-pilot's chair next to Han.

When everyone was strapped in, Han took the control yoke into his grip and started to ease the Falcon out of the sand-encrusted hangar bay. "Alright, Chewie," Han muttered under his breath. "Make sure those coordinates are set in. As soon as we clear the atmosphere, we're outta here."

Chewie cocked his head slightly to the side and moaned an affirmative. His hairy paws started to diligently move over the work console.

"And princess," he angled his neck back slightly so he could look at her. "Next time the Imps offer to 'take' us, say no. I don't do layovers."

Within a matter of seconds, the Millennium Falcon cleared the gravity well of the desert world and hung in space just long enough for the nav-computer to relay the given coordinates. When it was completed, Han pulled back on the lever and the Falcon shot into hyperspace.

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Leia layed her head down onto the somewhat-soft-but-not-too-comforting pillows of one of the Falcon's bunks. She could hear the din of the engines below her, as her husband was in the cockpit prepping them for lightspeed.

It hadn't gone as well as she hoped, that was for sure. She wouldn't be one bit surprised if Han somehow managed to undo this entire alliance. It seemed fitting in a weird way.

On another note, Leia was also glad to be on her way home. She hadn't seen their children for so long. She only had one chance to call Winter while Han and herself were on Coruscant, and that was a few days ago. She could feel they were safe, though; probably tucked into their beds, sleeping.

As she thought about that, it didn't seem like a bad idea to herself. She pulled up the slightly stiff covers and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep until her arrival back at Tatooine.

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Ion trails wove in and out, creating intricate patterns outside the Falcon's forward viewport. Space traffic had always been quite heavy just outside Coruscant's dense atmosphere and Han had to take extra care in guiding the freighter away from the city planet. One wrong trajectory and the Falcon could be careening right into the collision path of another ship. But Han had no worries. He was too good for that.

Resting the palm of his right hand on the hyperspace lever, Han was slumped back in the pilot's chair as his eyes darted over the circuit board before him. Everything seemed to be in check and the coordinates were set. Instinctively, Han turned toward the oversize co-pilot's chair at his side only to find it empty.

He breathed out an annoyed sigh as his mind triggered the memory of Chewie's departure. The Wookiee had made up his mind at the last possible second and approached Han about his inquiry right before take-off. He expressed that he needed some time back on his home world of Kashyyyk - that he sensed something was amiss and he needed to be there for support. Han had shrugged off the strange behavior and agreed passively. His mind was too looped around other events to fully comprehend what it was his Wookiee companion was saying. It wasn't until now that Han realized the extent of Chewie's request. Oh well, it was too late now to change events. Chewie was probably halfway to the planet by now anyway.

Turning back to the viewport, Han noticed the emptiness of space was starting to permeate through the last traces of ion trails in the vacinity. They were clear for the most part and it appeared that Han would be handling this jump himself.

Leia had retired to Han's quarters just as soon as they had taken to the air and in all honestly, he couldn't blame her. She had been through a lot during this little visit and Han knew for certain that she didn't sleep well at night at all during that time. The bunk in the small confined space wouldn't prove to be the ideal solution to that problem, but it was a start.

Eyeing the displays one last time, Han clamped his hand around the lever and pushed forward. Almost instantly, the pinpoints of light outside the canopy turned to elongated lines before swirling into the familiar blue of hyperspace.

Removing the headset and pulling his flight gloves off, Han rose from the pilot's chair and made his way into the hold to join Leia in his quarters till they arrived back at Tatooine.
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Han groaned and turned over under the sheets, groping at the pillow in frustration. He finally forced his eyes open and blinked into the stark darkness of the room, still pushing away the last remnants of sleep. What good that did...he still couldn't see a damn thing.

Becoming more frustrated, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and squinted harder into the darkness and began to make out dark sillohettted shadows and the faint light from the hold just beyond the door. Finally...at least his eyes were adjusting. His arm brushed across something soft and the form laying beside him stirred slightly.

Han angled his head down to look at the still sleeping form of his wife, barely visible in what little light managed to pour in from underneath the door. But from what he could see, she looked more beautiful and fragile as ever - like the sleeping form of a child. And she was his.

Her dark, brown hair cascaded down over the pillow and overflowed onto the sheets in long, silky waves. She wore a form fitting night-gown that didn't leave all that much to the imagination. A small smile tugged at his lips. If it weren't for the rhythmic breathing which indicated she was still asleep, he could have sworn she was angelic.

But her rhythmic breathing was not the only sound he heard. Sure, the steady hum of the engines could be heard no matter where one stood throughout the ship, but it was something else. A sound he had not heard before. That's when he remembered it was this particular sound that had awakened him in the first place.

It was just faint from their location here in the bunks, but there was no mistaking it existed. It was a low, steady hum and if he hadn't known any better, Han would have confirmed that it was a creature of some sort. It almost had a ferall quality to it. It was that quality that Han did not like...at all.

Sitting up fully in the small bunk, Han glanced around the darkness and listened intently, trying to track down where exactly the sound was coming from. When he still could not determine its location, Han swung his legs over the side of the bed, hitting Leia in the side in the process. She moaned and mumbled to herself before turning her sleepy form in his direction.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he said, now fully awake and rising from the bunk. "Somethin' doesn't sound right...literally." He grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants off a chair before turning back toward her. "You hear it?"

Knowing his luck, the damn thing would probably choose this exact moment to shut itself up. But much to his dismay, it didn't. It continued to hum, almost stronger than it had before. Now Han began to worry.
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Leia pushed her head back against the pillow, annoyed at whatever her husband was rambling on about. "No," She moaned and closed her eyes, going back to sleep.
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Han stopped pulling on his clothes and directed his gaze back down at the half-asleep form of his wife. With a single word, she had managed to shrug him off and roll back over to succumb once again to "dream land." Well, she was known for doing wonders by speaking a single word, but this was different.

"You know," he taunted, continuing to pull on his pants. "I bet you didn't even hear a word I said, did you?" When Leia failed to answer him, Han rolled his eyes and finished dressing. He was beginning to wonder if this was payback for all the times he had ignored her in order to squeeze in a few extra minutes of sleep. He made a mental note to get her back if this was indeed what she was up to.

As if to remind him of its presence, the humming sound grew an octave louder and became an irritating drone from their position. Grimacing at the rise in pitch, Han turned toward the closed door, forgetting about Leia for the time being and slapped the doorpad.

The drone turned into a deafening chorus of what sounded like a pack of akk wolves in the middle of a feeding frenzy, hissing through their fangs as they hunted their prey. A shiver ran up Han's spine as recognizition dawned on him. He knew that sound. And worst yet, he knew exactly what it meant too.

Taking off at a sprint, Han dashed out of the bunk and headed toward the back quarter of the old freighter where the maintenance bay was located. As he drew closer to the small area, the hissing and droning sound grew louder - if that was even possible.

As Han rounded the corner to the maintenance bay, he stopped short in his tracks at the sight he saw. He found the core of the problem and it was worse than he thought. Strung throughout the compacted space were circular hoses about 4 inches in diameter. Each of these hoses served as a coolant line to the hyperdrive unit located in the stern of the freighter, preventing it from reaching extreme temperatures and overheating. But at the current time, they weren't doing their job.

Every hose that Han could see from where he stood was crawling with beads of moisture, which constantly dripped to the deckplates below. Scattered throughout the lines themselves were small fissures which emitted steam, and was the source of the irritating sound. But steam was not the only thing coming from the lines - a bluish tinted liquid was also steadily dripping to the deck, occasionally intermixing with the droplets of moisture.

"Not good," Han mused as his expression dropped. That blue liquid was coolant fluid. And everyone in their right mind knew what coolant fluid could do to man if exposed to it for an extended period of time. Not taking the time to even think of the consequences, Han turned on his heel and raced back up the way he had come.

He didn't make it more than a few steps, however, before a loud clang sounded from the maintenance bay followed by a series of violent shutters which shook the freighter itself, throwing Han into the bulkhead. Warning alarms began to sound throughout the cabin as they finally picked up on what was happening.

Han regained his balance and turned his head upward, noticing for the first time the change in the Falcon's engines. They had been pulled out of lightspeed - definitely a bad sign. Apparently, the hyperdrive finally succumbed to the useless coolant lines and failed. That explained the clanging sound and the shuttering. But that meant...

Pushing himself away from the wall, Han ran back toward the bunk where Leia was probably still sound asleep. However, Han couldn't imagine who could sleep through all this racket. But sure enough, she was still lying in the bunk with her head buried beneath a pillow.

Wasting no time, Han rushed to the bunk's side and savagely threw the sheets off the bed and to the floor, soon followed by the pillow. "Come on, get up! We're in trouble!" Han shouted, now turning to a supply cabinet and grabbing tools as fast as he could. "We got a serious coolant leak!"
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Leia was ripped from her on-and-off slumber as Han virtually tore out the ground from beneath her. Growling out as her head collided with the banister, the woman clawed on the covers and tried to hold on to the warmth that was so sweetly enveloping her body. “What?” She yelled out in her half-conscious state, glaring at the man leaning over a small cabinet.

“Get up!” He ordered as he threw the doors to the enclosure shut, gripping some sort of tool, or something, in his hand.

Maybe it was the daze of just being awoken, or maybe it was due to the fact that her husband had explained nothing, but Leia was getting quite irritated. “Why?!” She hissed back, wiping the hair off of her forehead, watching as Han moved back towards the door.

“That’s a stupid question!” Her husband yelled back, as if Leia had just inquired why humans breathe air. “Now!” He commanded.

“Answer me!” Leia called out in one last futile attempt of seeking an answer amidst all the irate “conversation” occurring between them at the moment.

As Han Solo continued to move towards the door, he called out, “’Cause if you don’t you’ll die!” before leaving the room entirely. His answers left much to the imagination. Leia knew that he had yelled something at her before she was awoken, but how did he expect her to remember things said to her during times when her mind was attempting to pull itself up by its bootstraps?

Instead of wondering what in the Seven Hells he was talking about, she decided to pull out of bed, letting an angered growl slip through her teeth, and move towards her small wardrobe locker. And I was sleeping so well, too…

She grabbed a garment and wrapped it right around her night dress, also putting on some boots. Only she could think about what one would look best in as a potential emergency was about to occur.

As she ran out into the corridor, she felt a shift in gravimetric balance. Stumbling against the corridor, she could hear a hissing coming from the back of the ship. Actually, not just a hissing; things were blowing apart back there. It wasn’t just the sound of hoses and other conduits ripping free throughout the back end of the corridor that alerted her to their situation, it was the steady stream of Han’s curses wafting their way towards her position.

Leia stabilized herself against an exposed hose on the wall as another shift in gravity occurred. The inertial had obviously failed, but it didn’t make sense why they would do so, seeing as they had been in a constant state of motion since they jumped into hyperspa—

Her eyes grew wide as the realization occurred; they were no longer in hyperspace. Something was very wrong.

“AGH!” She cried out as the flexible pipe she was holding ruptured, freezing her hand on the spot. She groaned and pulled her exposed skin away from the now-extremely cold wall, and rushed forward down the corridor, cradling her shocked hand. Leia took the time to glance back, seeing a liquid spewing from the conduit. Some of the substance didn’t fall too far before it vaporized, visible steam rising towards the ceiling and floating down the corridor. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was some kind of chemical evaporating.

Evaporating on the contact of the floor…which was oddly warm, she just noticed through her somewhat-thin boots. It was coolant, she came to the realization. Trying to decide from her rudimentary knowledge of the mechanics of the Falcon, she guessed that the hyperdrive had failed. She guessed it would make sense.

However, she now remembered Han had screamed something about a sound…meaning this problem had happened awhile ago. She decided to herself that the sudden inertia wasn’t from the ship being painfully pulled back into realspace, but could have been something…something much worse.

She ran forward to the cockpit, feeling the warmth in her hand beginning to restore itself. Just as Leia began to get a clear view of the small control room, the viewport turned to ice. It was covered with a barely-opaque ice. She gasped slightly in horror, running towards the pilot’s chair. Throwing a quick glance back to the corridor, she closed the cockpit door in attempt to prevent the gas from reaching her. Leia then returned her gaze towards the instruments, which were all whining in a disorderly symphony of chaos. She ran her hand through her uncombed hair and tried to pull up their location on the navicomputer.

As the technological device calculated their position, she glanced back toward the viewport. Too bad this thing doesn’t have wipers…

Leia glanced down quickly as the computer beeped, showing the information she had requested.

Anteevy.

The usually-strong woman’s lip curved up in horror. It was what she had feared; they were crashing.

“Oh gods,” She whispered to herself, hands instantly moving to the landing cycle controls. Leia attempted to activate the sequence in repetition, but, to her misfortune, nothing happened. She guessed the sudden reversion from hyperspace, plus their unannounced plunge into the atmosphere, had sent the repulsors and sublights into a whirl - either that, or the coolant rupture affected more than just the hyperdrive.

She couldn’t recall from memory the geography of Anteevy, but she did remember it supported life. If Han hadn’t fixed the problem already, he wasn’t going to before they impacted. It was now just a delay of the inevitable. To that end, Leia moved to the comm, speaking immediately into the emergency band.

“This is Leia Organa Solo on the Millenium Falcon! We have crash-landed on Anteevy, an-anyone hearing th—“

Leia stopped her call for help as her brain realized the channel had been static all along. Something was interfering. “NO!” She mentally screamed. The mother of two children frantically switched from frequency to frequency, desperately trying to find a channel that worked, but it was to no avail.

It couldn’t end this way. Not with Jonash and Jaina. It was too cruel a fate that she would never accept.

Leia slammed the comm off, frustrated. She attempted to run a localized sensor sweep instead, but it was also unresponsive. Suddenly, the sheet of ice covering the viewport broke and flew off of the transparasteel, but she still saw only white. She had no clue how much time she had left, or what the new white was, but she quickly remembered that Han was still in the bowels of the ship.

She stood up and opened the door, temporarily forgetting that the poisonous gas was slowly seeping into the compartment.

“Han!” Leia yelled out.

Her scream had barely left her lips before it was replaced by a new one. She was suddenly swept off her feet, the floor of the ship flying past them. It was moving beneath her. Leia maintained her scream until the control console collided with her, and there was only darkness.


Leia slowly opened her eyes and glanced around the cockpit. She felt the cold metal against the back of her neck, but the fact that she felt her legs and all the other parts of her body reassured her, to a point. She slowly stood, fighting the cramp that was now in her back. It hurt to move, and she was very light-headed, but she began to make her way out of the cockpit. The gas was still rampant, but was no longer leaking. Apparently, the supply of coolant had totally evacuated the system. She waved a hand in front of her face in a vain attempted to breathe a little cleaner.

Leia continued moving down the corridor, stumbling and holding onto unruptured conduits. She heard a voice calling down the hallway, “Leia!” but she could not respond to it. She simply couldn’t talk at this point, whether it was the coolant slowly killing her braincells, that her vocal cords had been damaged, or that she just simply couldn’t form words to respond to what had just happened.

Right now, her only thought was getting out of the ship. She ran towards the ramp, stumbling over a collapsed panel. She whacked the controls to the hatch, and, to her joy, it released and opened to the welcoming, fresh air of the outside world. Leia ran down the walkway, her arm catching on one of the struts attaching the gangway to the ship itself. She felt herself fall right down the ramp, her face colliding with something insanely cold.

Leia heard a noise behind her as she scattered to get out of the substance, soon realizing it was nothing more than snow as she stood. Her muscles were beginning to tremble, the clothing she was wearing not protecting her from the cold. She soon felt arms wrapping around her, pulling her back into the ship of death.

“NO!” She yelled out towards the being moving her back into it, shakily trying to form sentences to explain her thoughts. “It—bad!”

“W-w-e can’t go---out there with not-nothing either!” The voice of her husband sounded, plagued with intermittent coughing.

Apparently, he was more brain-dead than Leia at this point if he didn’t realize the danger of inhaling more of that refrigerant. She let her muscles relax, falling back onto the ramp, where it was safe, albeit freezing.

“Fine!” The frustrated voice of Han yelled, gradually fading away as he retreated back into the ship.

Leia turned back towards him, a soft “no” exiting her lips, but it was nothing her husband could have heard.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to maintain the little warmness she had. She stared out at the long, rolling hills, covered with nothing but snow. She would have cried if she didn’t know that the tears would freeze.

An amount of time later, Han ran back down the ramp. Leia hadn’t been able to keep track of how long it was.

“He-here,” He coughed, dropping thick coats and other supplies on the ramp. He fell down against one of the struts, apparently catching his breath.

Leia quickly turned back and pulled on the coat, disregarding its horrible, unclean odor for the time being.

Almost as an afterthought, Han pulled on the other coat laying on the ramp. As he sucked in its warmth, he eventually said, “W-where are we? Hoth? Or..?”

“An-anteevy,” Leia corrected, her last thoughts before the crash gradually coming back to her. “I-I saw it on the nav. Th-there’s an Imp garrison here,” She completed the thought, recalling an intelligence report of this world. She hoped it was still operational, and that they had heard of the new treaty.

Leia winced as Han opened his mouth, spouting out exactly what she expected. “T-the last thing I—“ He began to complain.

“I know…but t-there’s no-nothing Alliance around h-here,” Leia confirmed, standing up. Her legs wobbled slightly, but her head was starting to clear up somewhat. She began to walk slowly down the ramp.

“D-doesn't need to be Alliance,” Han insisted. “A-anything will do e-except Empire.” Nevertheless, he didn’t fight the decision much more, and began to stand himself up.

Leia took a step out into the snow. “Just c-come on,” She said, almost as an order.

“N-now you want me to t-trek halfway a-around this planet,” He grumbled in response.

“Yo-you don't have a better idea!” Leia yelled. She attempted to calm herself before speaking more, putting one foot in front of the other in the thick snow. “I-I tried the comm before we crashed. N-nothing.” She explained, the cold ambient temperature affected her voice once again.

“N-nothing?” Han repeated, scrambling for his own comlink. He activated it, frowning as it emitted nothing but static. As he threw it into the ground, Leia recalled that the snow storms on that hell-hole, Hoth, had interfered with communications. She shuddered to remember that situation, but at least she was with Han this time.

“W-we can't just leave h-her,” Han said, with concern in his voice. Leia glanced back and saw he was indicating the Falcon.

“It w-will still be there when we get back.”

“I-if we get back,” He expressed as he began to go into another spell of coughing, wrapping the coat around himself even more.

“We'll be back,” Leia said definitively before marching forward across the vast stretches of snow.
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It had taken nearly a week to fully air out the Falcon and clean everything up from the mess on Anteevy. And an additional two weeks to restore all the bad coolant lines and broken conduits. In short, Han spent the past month on Denon meticulously putting his ship back together - that is, when he wasn't stuck behind a desk. He had only finished a few days before and here he was setting off into the stars again. This time, who knew for how long...

In a way, it took a lot off his shoulders and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. But given the circumstances of Leia and the Jedi - particularly Luke - it made him think if he was doing the right thing. The two children he now held in his arms made it worse somehow. His intentions were to keep them safe and Leia, surprisingly, didn't put up much of a fight in his decision, but he still had a nagging feeling that this was all wrong.

Jonash squirmed in his arms, noticing his father's hesitation and angled his head so that he could look into Han's face. He cooed softly as if to grab his attention. Han blinked a few times before shifting his gaze away from the acceleration couch, which he was staring at. He looked down into the boy's cherubic face and smirked. "I hear ya, kid," he whispered softly. "We'll be space bound soon and off to see your Uncle Chewie."

The boy giggled as if giving his approval of the situation. Jaina caught onto her brother's amusement and joined in. The smile on Han's face remained as he secured the kids with the nanny droid he decided to bring along at the last minute. At least they weren't kicking and screaming - things were going right for a change.

Han's gaze lingered on the children for a moment longer before he turned and made his way to the cockpit. Everything appeared how he had left it. Perfect.

Sinking down into the pilot's chair, Han began to prep the old freighter for take-off. It was only a matter of a few minutes before control gave him his clearance and he was streaming toward the stars.

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The rain was now coming down in horizontal sheets and the wind was relentless as Han sprinted across the landing platform toward the extended ramp of the Falcon. He had a suitcase in one hand and a bag slung over his opposite shoulder as he headed through the melee. For his sake, he hoped Leia didn't have anything important in these bags 'cause the contents sure as hell were gonna be wet. Eventhough it wasn't his fault that it was raining, he would still get the brunt of it.

Leia was already safely onboard the freighter and was probably securing the twins in for departure. Chewie had gone on ahead as well when the sky turned omniously dark and rain threatened. Besides, Han didn't want to be stuck smelling the stench of wet Wookiee the entire trip. He was glad he went on ahead.

But Han wasn't so luckly as the heavens opened up halfway to the landing platform with the baggage in tow. Figures. Maybe this was an omen that the Ball wasn't gonna be all that it was cracked up to be. He knew he wasn't looking forward to it, but Leia insisted that it was his duty as the Commander in Chief to attend. He was tempted to just say screw it but that wouldn't have panned out well either.

So, with a disgruntled sigh, Han made his way up the ramp and secured it behind him. He was dripping went from head to toe and his hair was plastered to his head, water seeping down into his face and getting in the way of his vision. He wiped at his brow with his wet sleeve and disposited the bags in the hold before making his way to the cockpit.

Chewie was already sitting at the controls and preparing the pre-flight procedures when Han entered. He turned his shaggy head and took one look at his soaking wet companion before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

"Ha ha," he forced out in a sarcastic tone. "Laugh all ya want. Just think, this could've been you if I wouldn't have sent you out earlier. Then who's turn would it be to laugh when I have you locked up in the smugglin' compartments to filter out the smell? At least I don't stink when wet."

The Wookiee tilted his head to the side and woofed one final time in amusement before turning away.

Han shot Chewie a glare before sinking down into the pilot's seat. "Don't think I didn't catch that. And I do not stink on a regular basis!"

Another woof escaped the Wook's lips before the freighter began to lift smoothly off of the landing pad.

Han snorted and pushed the throttle forward as they raced into the atmosphere. "On second thought," he muttered to his co-pilot. "Maybe I should just lock ya up in there now if you don't shutup. I don't like backseat drivers."

The Wookiee snarled something in his language before returning his gaze to the controls. Han let a half-smile spread over his lips in victory. He knew he had won this round. With that final thought in mind, the Falcon cleared the atmosphere and shot into hyperspace enroute to the Imperial capitol.

The Millennium Falcon is now enroute to Coruscant
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