Disclaimer: I don't own star wars, George Lucas does… but hey, a girl can hope, can't she?
AN: all medical knowledge I have, such that it is, has come from reading other fanfics… if I get something wrong, let me know and I'll try and fix it…
AN 2: because Chewbacca is a major character, he will actually speak. All "Chewie-speak" will be like this Hey Hanand internal thoughts are like this " my goodness"…
THIS IS A REWRITE!! I ADDED STUFF, SO PLEASE READ AGAIN!!
Han Solo set his "baby" down gently. Or at least, as gently as a starship could go. He and Chewie had accepted a job to this planet when they found themselves out on the permacrete because they couldn't afford to pay their rent… again. He sat back, propped his feet up on the control panel and just sat, enjoying the view.
The planet was really beautiful. All jungle, nothing but trees as far as you could see. Han watched two little bluebirds flit past the viewscreen. "oh, Bria would love this" Just then, Han was snapped out of his daydream.
Han! Get down here! With a grunt, Han levered himself out of his chair and followed the voice of his first mate. He found him waist deep in the floor panels. Which ones do you want to bring out first?
"uh… just the andris to start with. We'll see how desperate they are first." Chewie acknowledged with a nod and started handing Han boxes of spice. After two boxes, there was a knock on the hull.
Two hours and several thousand credits later, Han and Chewie were just getting ready to blast off. They hadn't been in the air more than two seconds when two modified fighters blasted off from somewhere in the distance, heading straight for them.
"Look sharp, Chewie!" Han warned. He wheeled the Falcon around in a complete circle, then hit the throttle, hoping to outrun the ships. The comm then crackled to life.
"Follow us. No funny business or you will be shot down." Han and Chewie exchanged glances, then adjusted course to follow the fighters.
As they landed, Han chuckled nervously. "Who do you suppose wants us this time?"
Chewie just shrugged. Han then removed his gunbelt. No sense in digging his grave any deeper than it already was. Activating the ramp, he slowly descended, hands out to the sides, palms up. Don't try anything stupid, this time. Han just glared at Chewie, but obeyed.
"So, how'd the weather?" Chewie groaned, as Han's sense of humor was not usually appreciated by the people pointing a blaster at his head.
"Silence, fool!!" Yep, sometimes, it sucked to be right. Then, the garishly clad Human in front of them shoved two pairs of stun cuffs at Han, directing him to cuff Chewie and himself. Chewbacca puffed up. They're scared of me, as they should be.
"Don't get yourself too big of a head, big guy." Han whispered. Then proceeded to cuff his friend.
Very soon, Han and Chewie, by encouragement of the stun batons jabbed into their backs, were following a group of men, all dressed in the typical tunics of guards. And all were typically silent to Han's jovial attempts at gaining information. He pushed too hard and was rewarded with a slap to the face that set his teeth rattling.
Finally, the guards stopped in front of an open-barred cell, one of many. They indicated that the duo was to go inside. Han sighed in mock relief, "I thought you were gonna make us walk all the way to Kessel." The head guard, fed up with Han's piss-poor attempts, turned around and punched him in the jaw, sending Han sprawling inside the cell, spitting teeth. "Awe, man! I just got that one fixed, too." He looked up from massaging his sore jaw at Chewie's almost silent grumble.
"Silence!" Han looked into the amazingly orange eyes of the man from before. "I am His Majesty's personal servant. You will follow me, Captain." Then the man turned around, obviously used to being obeyed. After a few steps, he realized Han hadn't move a muscle.
"What makes you think I'd just follow you? C'mon! No one's that stupid!" The man whirled and grabbed a stun baton from the closest guard. He then turned it on full-blast and shoved it into Han's stomach. Han barely bit back a cry of pain, doubling over in an attempt to regain his breath. The assistant then nodded at the guards who locked Chewbacca in the room and forcibly dragged Han away, still gasping.
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