CHAPTER 2
Aleese set her ship down in a grungy
spaceport. Locking it up securely, and
making sure all the codes were set, she turned on her comm. The ship would notify her if anyone touched
it. Looking around, she knew that she
didn't want to attract any attention to herself, so as to not bring hope to the
people of the Republic that the Hapans were back in the fight. Nodding at a beggar, and tossing him a
credit, she headed down towards the dark under levels of the huge city.
Lying in the small, uncomfortable
and dirty cot, she stared at the ceiling.
It was spotted with water, and the room reeked of brandy. She wrinkled her nose slightly, and stood
up, getting into her outfit, and headed off to work. With the inflow of people into Coruscant, there seemed to be few
jobs available to her. Settling almost
happily with the Waitresses job in a small bar, she felt as if no one would
know who she was. She didn't want to be
the daughter of an Alderaanian, or a Hapan; she wanted to be…well, whatever it
was she was meant to be. Walking into
the room, in the scant outfit, she drew a few stares. The dark green, tight fitting, mini-dress clung to her curves and
accented the red in her hair. Her
blue-green eyes searched the tables for the regulars, looking out for those who
gave good tips. The light bounces off
the gold streaks in her hair, giving her the air of an Angel, and yet, her
demeanor gave off the impression of a sewer rat. Walking over to the bartender, she smiled slightly, grabbed her
small apron, and walked between the tables, getting orders.
"You. You don't belong here!" A
voice called from behind her. Ignoring
it, and believing it to be in regards to someone else, she didn't acknowledge
it until a warm hand turned her around.
She turned, and looked into the face of an obviously haggard and
grieving man. His hair was tinged with silver at the temples, and his clothes
were ragged. Looking at him, she
directed him back to his table.
"You've had too many drinks,
sir. I think I'll get you some bread."
She said, turning to walk away.
"I am right. You belong somewhere
better. I can tell, you walk too proudly sometimes, when you're caught off
guard, and that betrays you. I know all
about those who are at the top."
"Sir. Just sit down before you
regret something." She said, warning him and turning around again. She whirled
when he grabbed her hand.
"Leave her alone, Solo. She's a good
waitress. She wanted the job, and she's good at it. Besides, we haven't had someone look that good in the uniform in
a while." The Bartender said, motioning towards the other waitress, a Ryn who
made her outfit look like a loincloth.
The Ryn made a face at him, and turned around.
"What is your name?" The man asked
her, ignoring the Bartender.
"Aleese. Aleese Sundancer." She said, quietly, attempting to go help
others.
"You from Tatooine?" He asked, as if something in the back of his
mind made her name sound familiar.
"No, sir. Now, please, if you'll let
me, I need to work."
"Where are you from?" He asked. She backed away from him and shook her head,
and headed towards the next table. "Oh
forget you." He muttered and stared at his Corellian Whiskey.
"Ignore Solo. He's grieving over the
loss of his partner." Her boss remarked, as she picked up more glasses. She
nodded and got back to work.
CHAPTER 3
Aleese let out a long sigh as she left the bar,
heading back out to serve the crowd again. Steadily, she was making a lot of
money, enjoying the freedom of not being anyone at all. Not a servant, not a
daughter, just…herself. She had made a
few friends within the crowd of regulars, but no one she would trust her life
with. While serving a table, she
didn't even realize that two figures had entered the doorway.
"Solo, why the heck did you wanna
come down here?" Droma muttered.
Aleese almost spun around at that
name. She faced the two and then
quickly went to the bar.
"He looks better this time. Who's
the other one?" She muttered
"Must be the new partner." He
muttered back
"I wanna take my break alright?" She
asked. He nodded, and Aleese headed to the doorway.
"Wait. Waitress!" Someone called.
She turned slightly to face Solo and his partner.
"Solo, leave her alone." His partner
muttered.
"Look. I do remember somewhat what I
did. Please, I'm sorry. Just, tell me
where you're from. I want to put you in
touch with some people who could…"
"No. Look…'Solo', I just wanna be
left alone." She said. Quickly, he
dragged her back to a table in the corner and lowered his voice.
"My name is Han Solo. I promise I won't hurt you. This here is
Droma. I just wanna know why someone
who obviously is better than a hole like this, is here. If you need help getting home, I have some
connections still."
"I don't need to get home, Solo. I
have my own ship."
"You've got money!" He
exclaimed. "And you ain't from around
here, otherwise you wouldn't have that ship anymore"
"I know about the Vong. There is a reason
why I have a ship. Please, I just want
to go back to my room."
"You own that Hapan ship!" He said,
sounding as if he had a lightning bright idea.
She merely shrugged. "You're coming with me. The NR people think its got a bomb in it, and were gonna blow
it."
"No, they can't do that. That ship has my…." She said, standing up
and rushing out.
"Get away from my Ship!" She called
out to the people surrounding it.
"This is your ship young lady?" One
of the men called out.
"Yes. Now get away from it!"
"You have any proof?" He asked,
mockingly. She hit the pad on it, and it opened.
"It was a gift to me from a
friend. See no bombs. Now, go away."
" The New Republic is confiscating
this ship for planetary defense."
"You can't. You have no right." She
said, blocking their way.
"Why not. You are a NR citizen!" He
proclaimed
"No, I'm not." She said, pulling out
her ID. "I am a citizen of the Hapan Consortium." She told him, and showed him
her ID. He looked it over, and slid it
into an identifier. It beeped
affirmative.
"Well then, Ms. Sundancer. Why are you on Coruscant?"
"Personal reasons." She told him
"Such as?"
"She's with me." Solo told him. He
nodded.
"Yes captain." He nodded to her and
turned on heel and took his friends with him.
"Thank you, Solo." She nodded, and
headed into her ship.
"Han? Where were you?" A voice called out. Suddenly a large group of
people appeared at the door, a family.
"Sorry Leia. I was showing Droma the sights. This is Aleese Sundancer." He motioned towards
Aleese as she attempted to get the people to clear off to she could get out of
here.
"Leia…Leia Organa?" She asked
her. The woman nodded.
"You don't know any of the others
here?" She asked suspiciously.
"Not really. I only know of you from your visit to Hapes.
And of the battle." She responded. "You are also from the same home planet as
my parents were."
Leia took a small step back, as if
trying to remember something. She then
shook her head lightly and introduced those around her. "You know Han. This is Luke Skywalker, my brother, and his
wife Mara. These are my children Jacen,
Jaina and Anakin." She nodded and held Jacen's gaze. His brown eyes seemed to see something in her, that she didn't
want him to. She shifted her gaze to
look at Mara. Something passed through
her mind.
"You're Expecting?" She asked
her. Mara blushed slightly, and the
group turned to look at her."
"Well, Skywalker, cover's blown."
She muttered. "Time to bail."
"Mara? You're pregnant?" Leia asked.
The rest seemed almost dumbfounded.
"Yes. Luke and I are going to have a son." She told them, then seemed
to half glare at Aleese. Aleese blushed
and shrugged slightly. How was she to know?