1 Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters (much to my chagrin,
lol, cuz I'd be rich!), and I'm not making any money off this story
whatsoever! So please don't sue me!
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3 This story takes place ten years after ROTJ. Han finds himself, Leia, and Chewie captured by slavers, but that's not all he finds. He finds that someone he thought was dead is still alive and stuck in the same cell as him. Please lemme know what you think! All feedback is appreciated and please check out my other story if you haven't already:
4 Leia's Son
5 Past and Present Problems
"Ouch! Watch it! What are you doing with my wife?" Han yelled as three guards shoved him in a cell.
"That's none of your concern," one of the guards snootily replied as he shut old fashioned metal door with bars over the window.
"It will be if you do anything to her," Han said, moving away from the door. He noticed he wasn't alone in the cell that's only furnishings were two bunks. The other occupant was a female that looked strangely familiar. No, it can't be her. She's dead! Han thought.
"Hello, Solo," the woman replied. "Remember me?"
"B…B…Bria," Han stuttered, surprised.
"Very good. Give him a prize," Bria said, smiling. "How ya been, Han?"
"Let's see: I'm stuck in a cell with the woman who betrayed me years ago and I thought was dead, and my wife and best friend are somewhere else having the gods-know-what done to them," Han said sarcastically, "I'd say I'm doing pretty good."
"Calm down," Bria said, soothingly. "Still mad about that betrayal, I see."
"Of course I am, Bria. That really hurt and it turned a lot of my friends against me," Han replied. "And how is it that you're still alive? Fett told me you were dead."
"I was captured by the other side during that battle, and they brought me here," Bria told Han.
"And where exactly is here?" Han asked, wanting some answers.
"I'm not sure, but I think it's an underground labor camp that is independent from the Empire, but the Empire sends some of its prisoners here," Bria replied. "That's all I've been able to figure out and I've been here awhile. How is it that you're here? I've heard about your climb to fame and all the stories about you as a New Republic hero. Did the Empire capture you?"
"How'd you hear about all of that stuff?" Han asked, genuinely curious.
"Oh I have my sources. I even got to watch your wedding on a holocam. Never thought you would have gotten married, much less letting the media tape it," Bria said. "You've really changed."
"Nah, sure I've changed a little bit, but not that much," Han replied looking uncomfortable.
"You never answered my question about how you got here," Bria said, slightly annoyed.
"I went with Leia on one of her diplomatic visits, and we got captured on the way back to Coruscant and we ended up here," Han said, glancing out the barred window for the fifteenth time since he got in the cell.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they didn't harm the princess," Bria said, trying to calm him down.
"How would you know?" Han asked, getting up and starting to pace. "And what about Chewie?"
"I'm not so sure about him," Bria said truthfully, "He'll probably be sent to the mines where if the labor does kill you, falling rock will instead. That's probably where you'll be sent, too."
"And where is your labor needed? I can't see you working in the mines," Han said with a sneer.
"I work in the cantina serving drinks. I imagine that's where your wife will end up, too. That's where all the pretty girls go," Bria said, gauging Han's reaction.
"Sith," Han said and at that moment the door opened and the guards shoved in an unconscious Leia. She looked as though she had been drugged and possibly tortured Or worse, Han thought. Han caught her before she hit the ground and laid her in one of the two bunks. He kneeled over her and felt her neck for a pulse. It was faint, but definitely there. Bria watched all of this, noting how gentle Han was with his wife. He's definitely changed Bria thought. Just then Leia grunted and rolled over towards Han and opened her eyes. "Are you okay?" Han asked. "What did they do to you?"
"They tortured me, but I'm alright," Leia said, trying to smile a little to confirm what she said. Then noticing someone else was in the cell she whispered, "nothing near as horrible as what Vader did, though."
"Why did they do that?" Han asked, concerned.
"They started touching me in places they shouldn't have, and I got mad and struggled and said they were going to teach me a lesson, and I thought they were going to…well…you know, but they tortured me instead," Leia replied. She looked relieved that they didn't do the former.
"They'll pay, sweetheart. I'll make um pay," Han told Leia with a look of vengeance in his eye.
"And how are you going to do that, Han?" Leia asked, slightly amused and comforted that she was with Han now and he would protect her.
"I'm not sure yet, but they will," Han said smiling down at her and looking in her dark eyes. He leaned down to kiss her. Their situation suddenly didn't look so hopeless. At least they had each other. At that moment no one existed to Han and Leia except each other.
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TBC….
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3 This story takes place ten years after ROTJ. Han finds himself, Leia, and Chewie captured by slavers, but that's not all he finds. He finds that someone he thought was dead is still alive and stuck in the same cell as him. Please lemme know what you think! All feedback is appreciated and please check out my other story if you haven't already:
4 Leia's Son
5 Past and Present Problems
"Ouch! Watch it! What are you doing with my wife?" Han yelled as three guards shoved him in a cell.
"That's none of your concern," one of the guards snootily replied as he shut old fashioned metal door with bars over the window.
"It will be if you do anything to her," Han said, moving away from the door. He noticed he wasn't alone in the cell that's only furnishings were two bunks. The other occupant was a female that looked strangely familiar. No, it can't be her. She's dead! Han thought.
"Hello, Solo," the woman replied. "Remember me?"
"B…B…Bria," Han stuttered, surprised.
"Very good. Give him a prize," Bria said, smiling. "How ya been, Han?"
"Let's see: I'm stuck in a cell with the woman who betrayed me years ago and I thought was dead, and my wife and best friend are somewhere else having the gods-know-what done to them," Han said sarcastically, "I'd say I'm doing pretty good."
"Calm down," Bria said, soothingly. "Still mad about that betrayal, I see."
"Of course I am, Bria. That really hurt and it turned a lot of my friends against me," Han replied. "And how is it that you're still alive? Fett told me you were dead."
"I was captured by the other side during that battle, and they brought me here," Bria told Han.
"And where exactly is here?" Han asked, wanting some answers.
"I'm not sure, but I think it's an underground labor camp that is independent from the Empire, but the Empire sends some of its prisoners here," Bria replied. "That's all I've been able to figure out and I've been here awhile. How is it that you're here? I've heard about your climb to fame and all the stories about you as a New Republic hero. Did the Empire capture you?"
"How'd you hear about all of that stuff?" Han asked, genuinely curious.
"Oh I have my sources. I even got to watch your wedding on a holocam. Never thought you would have gotten married, much less letting the media tape it," Bria said. "You've really changed."
"Nah, sure I've changed a little bit, but not that much," Han replied looking uncomfortable.
"You never answered my question about how you got here," Bria said, slightly annoyed.
"I went with Leia on one of her diplomatic visits, and we got captured on the way back to Coruscant and we ended up here," Han said, glancing out the barred window for the fifteenth time since he got in the cell.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they didn't harm the princess," Bria said, trying to calm him down.
"How would you know?" Han asked, getting up and starting to pace. "And what about Chewie?"
"I'm not so sure about him," Bria said truthfully, "He'll probably be sent to the mines where if the labor does kill you, falling rock will instead. That's probably where you'll be sent, too."
"And where is your labor needed? I can't see you working in the mines," Han said with a sneer.
"I work in the cantina serving drinks. I imagine that's where your wife will end up, too. That's where all the pretty girls go," Bria said, gauging Han's reaction.
"Sith," Han said and at that moment the door opened and the guards shoved in an unconscious Leia. She looked as though she had been drugged and possibly tortured Or worse, Han thought. Han caught her before she hit the ground and laid her in one of the two bunks. He kneeled over her and felt her neck for a pulse. It was faint, but definitely there. Bria watched all of this, noting how gentle Han was with his wife. He's definitely changed Bria thought. Just then Leia grunted and rolled over towards Han and opened her eyes. "Are you okay?" Han asked. "What did they do to you?"
"They tortured me, but I'm alright," Leia said, trying to smile a little to confirm what she said. Then noticing someone else was in the cell she whispered, "nothing near as horrible as what Vader did, though."
"Why did they do that?" Han asked, concerned.
"They started touching me in places they shouldn't have, and I got mad and struggled and said they were going to teach me a lesson, and I thought they were going to…well…you know, but they tortured me instead," Leia replied. She looked relieved that they didn't do the former.
"They'll pay, sweetheart. I'll make um pay," Han told Leia with a look of vengeance in his eye.
"And how are you going to do that, Han?" Leia asked, slightly amused and comforted that she was with Han now and he would protect her.
"I'm not sure yet, but they will," Han said smiling down at her and looking in her dark eyes. He leaned down to kiss her. Their situation suddenly didn't look so hopeless. At least they had each other. At that moment no one existed to Han and Leia except each other.
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TBC….