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Pokey1984: Thanks for the tip about Ties. I was wondering about that. I was planning to take this all the way past Ord Mantell to right after the fight in the coridor at the begging of ESB. I might continue further if you guys wany me to. I'll be posting pretty often.
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So guys, here is another chapter, hope you like it.
Message sent at 0600 hours, Day 15, Month 3, Year 3042
Captain Han Solo,
You are cordially invited to attend the Yavin 4 ceremony as a Guest of Honor. The ceremony starts at 1000 hours tomorrow. You are to be presented with a medal of bravery. We hope to see you there.
The High Council
Message sent at 2100 hours, Day 16, Month 3, Year 3042
Hey Your Worship, wanna come polish my medal?
-Solo
Message sent at 0600 hours, Day 17, Month 3, Year 3042
ATTENTION REBELS:
It is now illegal to throw your computer terminal out a window after hours.
The High Council
Base Hospital: Patient Log
Name of Patient: Antillies, Wedge
Injuries: Slight Concussion
Cause of Injuries: Hit in the head by falling hard drive
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Name of Patient: Band, Mar
Injuries: Broken Collarbone
Cause of Injuries: Hit by falling terminal
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Name of Patient: Wes, Jason
Injuries: None, but patient complained of pain in hand.
Cause of Injuries: Pain in hand seemingly caused by falling mouse pad.
Message sent at 0700 hours, Day 17, Month 3, Year 3042
ATTENTION REBELS:
It is now illegal to throw your computer terminal out a window at anytime. Those of you pranksters out there will be caught. We don't need to be on the lookout for imperials and falling terminals.
The High Council
Message sent at 0842 hours, Day 17, Month 3, Year 3042
Your Worship,
Need some help fixing your window?
-Solo
Journal of Princess Leia Organa
17th Day, 3rd Month, 3042nd Year
My therapist thinks I should write about something positive. Something not related to Alderaan. She thinks I should describe Han and Luke, thinks that because they rescued me from it they now represent goodness in my life. I suppose she's right, in a twisted kind of way. They are my world now, them and the rebellion. My world is narrowed to a boy and a man who I hardly know, who don't know me. The problem with having such a small world is that it is a fragile; people can take it away from you. The Empire has already proved that an entire planet is easy to destroy, albeit two small humans.
But now I am straying towards what-I-must-not-mention, at least not while I'm still so "unstable." So I will describe my rescuers, if only because I pity my therapist. I think she believes I'm going to pull through. Sweet, but hopelessly misguided.
Luke is a darling, young, naïve, and perhaps the only truly good person I know. But even so, he is too careful around me, like I'm made of glass. I want him to be comfortable around me. The other day I saw him joking around with some other pilots, and I felt very alone. Anyone who would dare to joke around with me is dead.
I've also noticed something else; I have lost my identity. No one calls me by my name anymore, it's always Princess, or Your Highness, never Leia. Of course, there's always the Captain to play around with my titles. It's refreshing. Annoying, but refreshing.
Captain Solo. I know almost nothing about him except that he has beautiful eyes and is very apt at blackmailing a person. And he calls me annoying names. Yesterday, though, he called me a different name. He called me Sweetheart. Of course, the suggestion behind that name is entirely inappropriate, but it was nice. Nice to hear a term of endearment, even if was coming from scruffy space pirate.
I have to write this by hand because my terminal is currently getting fixed. It's a rather long story, and one in which I lost my temper. Because of what I did, all the pranksters of the Alliance are currently throwing their terminals out windows onto unsuspecting passersby. It wasn't entirely my fault; the High Council issued a rather brainless rule regarding terminal throwing. Anyways, the point is my hand is getting tired.
Falcon Ship Log Day 17, Month 3, Year 3042
I gave back the money, all 47 thousand credits worth. Conscience is still alive and kicking.
Reason: Luke has a way of people making people feel guilty, and the Princess is- well, she's beautiful. You try and stay heartless facing them.
Now I'm stuck here indefinitely, beautiful girls be damned; Jabba is not gonna like this.
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