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Prisoner

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"Master Luke, General Solo! You can't do that! You need clearance," C3PO shouted at the two men who were beginning to climb atop their TunTuns in the ice caves of Hoth—the rebel base.

Han Solo turned around, glaring at the annoying droid. "3PO, this is very important business here... Luke and I never get to do anything around here with her... worshipfulness around."

"Ah, come on, Han. You know she hates it when you call her that," Luke Skywalker's soft voice muttered to the other man.

"Yeah, kid. I know. It's just that she looks so cute when she's angry. I can't help myself." Han grinned to himself.

Luke and Han were about to start out into the snowy planes of Hoth when they heard a familiar female voice her disapproval at Han's disrespect. "I do, do I?"

Luke turned around, smiling at Princess Leia. He watched as Han turned around with a look that said 'Where do we go this time, Princess?' But instead of saying that, he muttered through his clenched teeth, "Yes, your highness...?"

Leia let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "It is heard that Imperials have the coordinates to this base. Luke," she turned to the sheepishly smiling Jedi, "you and Han are assigned to go retrieve the coordinates from the Imperials before they give the information to the Emperor. If you were to fail..."

Han finished, "We would all be blown to Kingdom Come."

"No, Han..." Her eyebrow twitched. "The rebel base would be destroyed, and the Rebellion crippled."

"Where to, your worshipfulness?"

"Coruscant."

Luke, still maintaining his boyish grin, questioned, "When do we leave?" He jumped off the TunTun and stood before the Princess, hands behind his back.

"Sixteen hundred hours—tomorrow. You'll be undercover... most likely for at least a week. You'll both be staying in a motel room in the lower levels of Coruscant. You will both be posing as lowlifes. Well, at least Luke will be posing..." She eyed Han, a small grin beginning to form.

- - -

As Han piloted the Millennium Falcon through the atmosphere of Coruscant, he realized how much he missed his Wookie partner, Chewbacca. He looked over at his co-pilots seat, not seeing his fur ball friend. But instead he saw blonde-haired, bright-eyed Luke Skywalker, who smiled at Han then turned back to the screen. At various times throughout the voyage to Coruscant, he regretted sending Chewie back to his home-planet, Kashyyyk. Admittedly Chewie deserved a chance to see his friends and family.

"So, what do you think about Leia?" Luke asked Han quietly.

Han paused for a moment and looked over at Luke. "Why?"

"I dunno... you two don't seem to get along much," he stated. He did not turn to Han at all, keeping his eyes fixed on Coruscant.

Han replied arrogantly, "She just can't handle me and my good looks."

"You know, Han," Luke began slowly. "You're cocky."

"Shut up, kid."

- - -

After landing the Falcon, Luke and Han wandered the lower levels of Coruscant. Luke unconsciously looked behind him every few moments—paranoid. He kept his hand near his light saber just for precaution. Han noticed his friend's paranoia.

"Don't worry, kid," he muttered with a half-grin, "I grew up here. I know where we're going."

Luke eyed Han for a moment. "Han." He paused. "You do realize we've been passing the same building more than a few times."

"..." Han coughed. "..."

"Ah, don't worry, Han. If I stop following you, we'll get there." He smiled goofily.

"Ha. Ha."

Eventually, they reached their destination. Leia had pre-rented a grungy room for the two rebels.

- - -

In the dark apartment room, a figure slumped against the wall on his bed. Luke's gaze had finally left the door, and he shut his eyes. Han was sleeping like the dead in his own bed—blaster under his pillow. Leaning his head against the wall, he was beginning to fall asleep, sitting up. But he thought he had heard something in the room.

His eyes snapped open to meet blackness.

Shaking off the disturbing feeling the Force was giving him, he drifted off to sleep.

A while later, while the moons were high overhead, Han's eyes snapped open to feel cold metal pressed against his temple. He immediately reached for his blaster, as a reflex, but found it was removed from under his pillow.

His eyes darted to the side to see Luke. He was about to yell out something, but he couldn't find his voice. His friend seemed to be wearing some kind of collar around his neck. Cuffs bound his wrists, a distant look in his normally bright eyes.

Han was jerked up out of his bed and practically forced on his feet. He felt slimy hands on his wrists, snapping cuffs on. Something was injected in his neck, and instantly, his muscles went numb.

Bounty hunter! Han thought.

The bounty hunter ordered Han to walk out. He noticed there was another one beside Luke—possibly female. Han tried to oppose, but realized resistance was futile. His muscles obeyed the bounty hunter unwillingly and he walked stiffly out of the room. Luke dazedly followed.

- - -

Luke finally felt himself coming around. He didn't know where he was, or when he was. He just knew Han was beside him, most likely, bound as well. He knew who had captured him long before he saw their faces. They were bounty hunters.

He felt his fingers quiver slightly behind his back. He turned to Han. His neck moved. "Han." His voice worked. He stopped walking; ready to take out his saber when he realized it was gone. He closed his eyes, and began walking, as if nothing had happened.

He felt a cold hand on the back of his neck that made him shiver.

"You will stay quiet until we reach planet Dugnen. You, Jedi," the voice muttered inhumanly through its mask, "will be very useful in getting our Solo to talk."

Knowing his mind tricks would not work on the bounty hunter, he decided to keep quiet.

The ship was in sight, Luke could see now, and it didn't look like such a pleasant one, either. His eyes darted to the side to see his capturer eyeing him through her disturbing helmet that shielded her face. He also noticed his saber was attached to her belt.

He looked forward, seeing the other bounty hunter; his eyes fixated the ship with Han at his side. He quickly turned to look at the other bounty hunter. She pointed at him, realizing he was very conscious. Right at that moment, Luke lashed out with his left foot and kicked her sideways. With the aid of his athletic ability (he learned thanks to a certain little green midget), he did an amazing flip in the air, looping his cuffed hands under his legs and bringing them around to the front.

He heard the bounty hunter yell out something in her native language but Luke quickly snatched his saber off her belt and lit it instantly. She whipped her blaster out, but he quickly chopped off the hand that held it. She screamed, stumbling backwards, very, very close the edge.

Luke jumped forward and kicked her off the edge.

She fell, screaming.

Blaster bolts whizzed past his hair. He turned to see the bounty hunter shooting at him. He tried to deflect all the blasts, but since he was bound, it wasn't easy to move his arms left and right.

One blast hit him in the shoulder, and as he stumbled back, he felt another blast hit him square in the chest. As he crumpled down, consciousness began to fade. He felt the heavy boot of the bounty hunter press down against his neck.

The creature spoke in Basic, "Try again and I'll kill your friend—then you."

His light saber dimmed.

- - -

Luke was lying in the corner of the dimly lit room. It reminded him of a cold, steel box. And he was trapped in the middle of it. Blinking again, he looked around the room, searching for Han Solo, who he saw lying in the opposite corner.

Han awoke to a dull thudding in his temples. He opened his eyes to see Luke crouching over him.

"Finally, I thought that I was going to be yelling at you forever!" Luke exclaimed.

"How long have we been here?" Han inquired.

" I don't know, I woke about a half hour ago." Luke replied

Han noticed that there was something different about his friend, but it took him a moment to pin point it. There was some sort of collar around his neck! Han's hands shot up against his own free will to check if he had one as well. There was nothing around his neck.

"Luke, what is that… thing around your neck?" Han asked

Luke brought his fingers up to touch the metal collar around his neck. He knew he was wearing it. And he knew what it did. What he didn't know was how to take it off. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to use, or just even sense, the Force. He suddenly felt numb and he didn't like that cold feeling. He opened his eyes and his eyebrow flinched. This collar seemed to block his every sense from the Force.

"It doesn't allow me to use the Force."

"Those bastards! What do they want from us?" Han yelled in a rage.

"I don't know. Han promise me that you won't tell them anything about the Alliance, OK?"

"Yeah, sure kid" Han replied warily. There was something that seemed to troubling Luke, but he couldn't figure out what. And it angered him that these bounty hunters would put a collar around his neck like he was some sort of animal.

"Luke are you ok?" Han asked

"Yeah…." Luke trailed off

"Yeah…. What?" Han wondered

"I was just thinking about what the bounty hunter told me…" Luke trailed off again.

"What did he tell you?"

"He told me that I was 'going to be very helpful in getting you to talk'." He pointedly looked at Han. "What does that mean, Han?"

That kid was so naïve at times. "I don't think that you want to know," Han muttered to himself.