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ishotfirst) wrote2008-06-10 07:47 pm
ishotfirst) wrote2008-06-10 07:47 pm
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He steps back into the Falcon, well, crawls actually, through one of the hatches in the floor, and once he's certain that she's empty, he makes his way into the crew quarters. The wrapped bundle of bread goes into a storage box where it will stay fresh and won't freeze, and he tucks the small Ratchet plushie in next to his pillow, hidden where nobody will really see it unless they go rifling through his things, which people don't do.
(Not if they like having their hands with all fingers attached.)
For a thief and a beggar, a pirate, a smuggler, and most importantly, a man who made his own rules, Han was rather particular that people followed them when it was in his best interests.
An opportunist, perhaps.
(At the very least, a man who knew how to get what he wanted.)
Luke is in medical, floating in the bacta tank with the wires and tubes running against his skin. Leia's been in there watching him ever since he brought him in, and once Han was 'dry and changed' he headed down the hall himself. Faking a shiver was easy enough. Watching the kid thrash around in the tank wasn't. At all.
He leaves, eventually. Comes back later, once they've pulled Luke out of the bacta and then set him up in a bed.
Han grins as he walks over. "How're you feeling, kid? You don't look so bad to me...in fact, you look strong enough to pull the ears off a Gundark."
"Thanks to you."
"That's two you owe me, junior."
When Leia strides back into the room (she really does stride, not just a walk, but she's got power in those hips) he turns his head. "Well your Worship, looks like you managed to keep me around for a little while longer."
She looks smug in his direction as she looks over at Luke. "I had nothing to do with it. General Rieekan thinks it's dangerous for any ships to leave the system until we've activated the energy shield."
"That's a good story. I think you just can't bear to let a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight."
Now it's Leia's turn to turn and stare at Han, eyebrows raised, mouth open ever-so-slightly, a defiant spark in her eyes. "I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain."
Chewie grumbles his agreement, and Han comments about the south passage and Leia expressing her 'true' feelings for him. So what if the kid is staring at him like he's just swiped the girl (or Princess, in this case) out from under him. Kid shouldn't have gone out and gotten himself attacked by a wampa like that.
"My true..! Why you...stuck up, half witted...scruffy looking...nerfherder!"
Han turns. "...who you callin' scruffy?"
"Headquarters personnel, report to command center. Headquarters personnel, report to command center."
The loudspeaker crackles and Han gives one glance at it before he turns on a heel and strides out, Leia already gone (after kissing Luke, that lucky sonovabantha) and the droids hot on his trail. At a time like this, when they call for people to report, it's usually big.
And when the Empire is involved, big, is never a good thing.
Conversation. Static. Beeps and whistles and garbled words that make no sense, not to any ears in the...well, Threepio and his six billion or some odd forms of communication, it makes sense to the droid of course.
Something's out there. Using an Imperial code.
When it tries to take Chewie's head off with a blaster ray, Han takes it out from behind with his own. Only one shot, but it explodes in a ball of fire and shards of metal fragments. Whatever it was must have had a self destruct. He climbs over the snowbank and approaches cautiously as he radios in to Echo Base, eyeing the fragements on the ground.
"Afraid there's not much left."
"What was it?"
"Droid of some kind. I didn't hit it that hard. Must'a had some kind of self destruct."
"An Imperial Probe Droid."
Han looks up at the sky, as if expecting to see Star Destroyers orbiting the planet. "It's a good bet the Empire knows we're here."
Back inside the command center, General Rieekan looks at Leia, then nods. "We'd better start the evacuation."
++++
Organized chaos is a good way to put it. Han's not even thinking about trying to find a hatch back to the Bar, even if he really could use a drink at the moment. There's a bottle of Whyren's tucked in his rack too, secure in one of the many compartments with his stuff, and he resists the urge to duck inside.
After all, they can't evacuate when the ship can't fly and if the Empire is on the way, then Han sure as hell ain't gonna leave her there for them to find and destroy.
A Captain goes own with his ship, but Han Solo isn't one who plans on going down at all.
"Okay, that's it." He climbs off the lifter and down to the comm link, to talk to Chewie. "Try it..."
Smoke and sparks.
"Off! Turn it off! Turn it off! Off!"
Obviously, not the right patch. Han grumbles and then hauls himself back up onto the hull to try and fix the new damage. He's not going anywhere without his ship.
Around him, Rebel troops scurry to load up cargo and staff on the larger transports. A briefing of pilots is going on in the corner, and out of the corner of his eye, he spots the kid making his way over.
"Chewie, take care of yourself, okay?"
The furball warbles softly at Luke, before lifting him up into a hug.
"Hi, kid." Han glances up at the droid working with him. "There's got to be a reason for it. Check it at the other end. Wait a second?" Then he looks back down at Luke. "You alright?"
"Yeah."
He smiles. "Be careful."
"You too."
Han looks back at the mass of wires and parts underneath him as Luke walks off towards his speeder, but a few seconds later, he glances up again, just a feeling. Luke's looking at him, and the two of them stare at each other before breaking contact again and then returning to the tasks at hand. Fixing the Falcon, and protecting the transports.
Suddenly, things spring into motion. Troops prepare for a ground assault. Han catches a glimpse of Leia giving instructions to a group of pilots across the bay.
This is it.
The Empire is knocking at the door, and it's time to answer.
(Not if they like having their hands with all fingers attached.)
For a thief and a beggar, a pirate, a smuggler, and most importantly, a man who made his own rules, Han was rather particular that people followed them when it was in his best interests.
An opportunist, perhaps.
(At the very least, a man who knew how to get what he wanted.)
Luke is in medical, floating in the bacta tank with the wires and tubes running against his skin. Leia's been in there watching him ever since he brought him in, and once Han was 'dry and changed' he headed down the hall himself. Faking a shiver was easy enough. Watching the kid thrash around in the tank wasn't. At all.
He leaves, eventually. Comes back later, once they've pulled Luke out of the bacta and then set him up in a bed.
Han grins as he walks over. "How're you feeling, kid? You don't look so bad to me...in fact, you look strong enough to pull the ears off a Gundark."
"Thanks to you."
"That's two you owe me, junior."
When Leia strides back into the room (she really does stride, not just a walk, but she's got power in those hips) he turns his head. "Well your Worship, looks like you managed to keep me around for a little while longer."
She looks smug in his direction as she looks over at Luke. "I had nothing to do with it. General Rieekan thinks it's dangerous for any ships to leave the system until we've activated the energy shield."
"That's a good story. I think you just can't bear to let a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight."
Now it's Leia's turn to turn and stare at Han, eyebrows raised, mouth open ever-so-slightly, a defiant spark in her eyes. "I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain."
Chewie grumbles his agreement, and Han comments about the south passage and Leia expressing her 'true' feelings for him. So what if the kid is staring at him like he's just swiped the girl (or Princess, in this case) out from under him. Kid shouldn't have gone out and gotten himself attacked by a wampa like that.
"My true..! Why you...stuck up, half witted...scruffy looking...nerfherder!"
Han turns. "...who you callin' scruffy?"
"Headquarters personnel, report to command center. Headquarters personnel, report to command center."
The loudspeaker crackles and Han gives one glance at it before he turns on a heel and strides out, Leia already gone (after kissing Luke, that lucky sonovabantha) and the droids hot on his trail. At a time like this, when they call for people to report, it's usually big.
And when the Empire is involved, big, is never a good thing.
Conversation. Static. Beeps and whistles and garbled words that make no sense, not to any ears in the...well, Threepio and his six billion or some odd forms of communication, it makes sense to the droid of course.
Something's out there. Using an Imperial code.
When it tries to take Chewie's head off with a blaster ray, Han takes it out from behind with his own. Only one shot, but it explodes in a ball of fire and shards of metal fragments. Whatever it was must have had a self destruct. He climbs over the snowbank and approaches cautiously as he radios in to Echo Base, eyeing the fragements on the ground.
"Afraid there's not much left."
"What was it?"
"Droid of some kind. I didn't hit it that hard. Must'a had some kind of self destruct."
"An Imperial Probe Droid."
Han looks up at the sky, as if expecting to see Star Destroyers orbiting the planet. "It's a good bet the Empire knows we're here."
Back inside the command center, General Rieekan looks at Leia, then nods. "We'd better start the evacuation."
++++
Organized chaos is a good way to put it. Han's not even thinking about trying to find a hatch back to the Bar, even if he really could use a drink at the moment. There's a bottle of Whyren's tucked in his rack too, secure in one of the many compartments with his stuff, and he resists the urge to duck inside.
After all, they can't evacuate when the ship can't fly and if the Empire is on the way, then Han sure as hell ain't gonna leave her there for them to find and destroy.
A Captain goes own with his ship, but Han Solo isn't one who plans on going down at all.
"Okay, that's it." He climbs off the lifter and down to the comm link, to talk to Chewie. "Try it..."
Smoke and sparks.
"Off! Turn it off! Turn it off! Off!"
Obviously, not the right patch. Han grumbles and then hauls himself back up onto the hull to try and fix the new damage. He's not going anywhere without his ship.
Around him, Rebel troops scurry to load up cargo and staff on the larger transports. A briefing of pilots is going on in the corner, and out of the corner of his eye, he spots the kid making his way over.
"Chewie, take care of yourself, okay?"
The furball warbles softly at Luke, before lifting him up into a hug.
"Hi, kid." Han glances up at the droid working with him. "There's got to be a reason for it. Check it at the other end. Wait a second?" Then he looks back down at Luke. "You alright?"
"Yeah."
He smiles. "Be careful."
"You too."
Han looks back at the mass of wires and parts underneath him as Luke walks off towards his speeder, but a few seconds later, he glances up again, just a feeling. Luke's looking at him, and the two of them stare at each other before breaking contact again and then returning to the tasks at hand. Fixing the Falcon, and protecting the transports.
Suddenly, things spring into motion. Troops prepare for a ground assault. Han catches a glimpse of Leia giving instructions to a group of pilots across the bay.
This is it.
The Empire is knocking at the door, and it's time to answer.