Paid in Full
Author: RoguesKnight
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned herein. The are the property of George Lucas, and Lucasfilm Ltd. Recognizable dialogue is the property of Lucasfilm and R.C. Crispin. Please don't sue
Dedication: To anyone who's ever lost someone they truly care about. Good friends are few and far between, and the loss of one can feel like the end of the world.
"Solo. In my language that means me, alone, by myself. Get it? That's the way it is, and that's the way I like it. So.....no offense, Chewie, but why don't you just scram. As in, go away, Permanently." I didn't mean it Chewie, never did. For the first time in my life I really am alone. Leia, Luke, the kids, hell, even the Falcon. I'd trade all of it just to have you back, fuzz ball. Why did you have to be so brave? We could've just flown away from Yavin all those years ago, left the Imperial sector and the Rebellion behind us and set up shop in the corporate sector. We did the job Kenobi paid us to do. Nobody expected us to be heroes. But no, we had to do the right thing, fly back in there and save the day. Not that I'm complaining, the Rebellion was more of an adventure than we could've ever found in Corporate space. Just looking back on all we survived: two Death Stars, the Imperial Fleet always one step behind us, Bobba Fett, Bespin..... "Save your strength, there'll be another time. The Princess. You have to take care of her now.".....Who's going to take care of your princess pal? How can I tell Matta and Lumpy that you won't be coming home for Life Day any more? That you sacrificed your life for that of my child? I know that a life debt is a big thing to you Wookies, but Chewie, that debt must've been paid hundreds of times over the years. I probably owe you actually. This isn't the way it was supposed to end buddy. We were the good guys. All the missiles and lasers were supposed to miss us. You and I were supposed to end up in the old spacer's home resting in nice, soft repulsor chairs and drinking lemonade while talking about the good old days between games of holo-chess. Remember? You know, Luke used to see dead people all the time, so I know that there's something after death, and as much as I'd like to see you one last time, I don't want you hanging around trying to honor your life debt from beyond the grave. Consider the account closed. Clear skies old friend, and may the force be with you.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned herein. The are the property of George Lucas, and Lucasfilm Ltd. Recognizable dialogue is the property of Lucasfilm and R.C. Crispin. Please don't sue
Dedication: To anyone who's ever lost someone they truly care about. Good friends are few and far between, and the loss of one can feel like the end of the world.
"Solo. In my language that means me, alone, by myself. Get it? That's the way it is, and that's the way I like it. So.....no offense, Chewie, but why don't you just scram. As in, go away, Permanently." I didn't mean it Chewie, never did. For the first time in my life I really am alone. Leia, Luke, the kids, hell, even the Falcon. I'd trade all of it just to have you back, fuzz ball. Why did you have to be so brave? We could've just flown away from Yavin all those years ago, left the Imperial sector and the Rebellion behind us and set up shop in the corporate sector. We did the job Kenobi paid us to do. Nobody expected us to be heroes. But no, we had to do the right thing, fly back in there and save the day. Not that I'm complaining, the Rebellion was more of an adventure than we could've ever found in Corporate space. Just looking back on all we survived: two Death Stars, the Imperial Fleet always one step behind us, Bobba Fett, Bespin..... "Save your strength, there'll be another time. The Princess. You have to take care of her now.".....Who's going to take care of your princess pal? How can I tell Matta and Lumpy that you won't be coming home for Life Day any more? That you sacrificed your life for that of my child? I know that a life debt is a big thing to you Wookies, but Chewie, that debt must've been paid hundreds of times over the years. I probably owe you actually. This isn't the way it was supposed to end buddy. We were the good guys. All the missiles and lasers were supposed to miss us. You and I were supposed to end up in the old spacer's home resting in nice, soft repulsor chairs and drinking lemonade while talking about the good old days between games of holo-chess. Remember? You know, Luke used to see dead people all the time, so I know that there's something after death, and as much as I'd like to see you one last time, I don't want you hanging around trying to honor your life debt from beyond the grave. Consider the account closed. Clear skies old friend, and may the force be with you.
