Taking Chewbacca
"So you really are living the dream huh Captain Solo?" Rumpel asked him. He had quickly found out this Han Solo guy liked it when he called him that. When Rumpel had first arrived at the galaxy he'd done his victory skip. He would've liked to gloat in his success longer, but there was work to be done.
"You got that right shortie." He said, drinking whatever was in his cup. He had been calling Rumpel that every five minutes and it was getting annoying. "Except. . ." Rumpel tried not to look interested, except was usually a good word to hear. "Well, except I owe someone a lot of money. I have to try to get it back to him fast."
"Well why didn't you say so? I can help with that." He got out a paper and started writing. Here they had these handy little things you could write with, no more feathers for him. "All you have to do is sign it, and you won't owe him money anymore."
"You expect me to believe that'll work?"
Rumpel paused for a second. He had heard plenty of reasons why no one wanted to sign his contracts, but not believing it would work was a first. Luckily, it was an easily solved problem. "Well, if it does work, you won't have to pay back any money. If it doesn't you won't be any the worse for it."
Han seemed to be thinking this over. "What do you think Chewie?" he said to the hairy monster next to him. Rumpel didn't hear the answer. He was watching in shock as a silver metal box came flying by the window. Han was anything but impressed. "That might look pretty shortie. But it's not going to get you where you need to go."
Rumpel was very busy trying to figure out how to get one, but he nodded in pretend agreement. "So . . . you still interested?" he tapped the contract.
"Oh. Yeah. Sure." It was clear Han still didn't believe it would work. He signed 'Han Solo' across the paper. "So, did it work?"
"It always works. Come on Chewbacca." To Han and Chewbacca's surprise, he came.
"What did you do?" Han asked in clear horror.
"You have to give something to get something." Rumpel explained.
"You didn't tell me that!"
"You didn't ask."
"Why you little. . ." Han reached in his belt for something.
"Stop him Chewbacca!" Rumpel shouted.
Chewbacca, though it was clear he didn't want to, picked up Han and flung him across the room. For a second everyone turned to stare at them, then they all went back to their drinks.
Rumpel skipped off to the bar. He got onto one of chairs with an odd, vaguely human looking creature near -by. He glared at Rumpel. "You best watch your-self around here. I happen to be wanted in seven star systems."
Rumple wondered vaguely what star systems were. "Oh yeah? I could help with that."
The creature looked at him skeptically, but also with interest. "Oh really? I'd like to see that."
"Then watch." He got out another paper. It was an inconvenience to write the whole thing right that minuet. But he didn't know what people would want around here, and he didn't really have time to find out. Still, this'll be the third contract in one day. I'm on a roll.
Rumpel slipped into one of the many doors lining the wall. Unfortunately it didn't close after him. He turned to the metal thing next him that looked a bit like a rolling ice cream cone. "Well close it!" he shouted.
The ice cream cone beeped and went to a hole in the wall. Rumpel didn't know what it did, but it worked. The door closed and locked. Shortly after an angry mob came down the path he had just been on. Rumpel had made a few too many deals today. "I don't see him." One of them said.
"I don't get it. A guy like that, a wookie, and a droid. It doesn't exactly blend. How did they disappear?" another asked.
"Don't worry. We'll find them. And then that little man is really going to disappear." That voice Rumpel recognized. It was Han Solo. He heard them walk right past him and tried not to laugh.
Once they were gone he had the ice cream cone, no someone had called it a droid, open the door again. "Well I think we've stayed here long enough." He said. The droid and wookie made very different noises at him in response. He didn't have a clue what either had said. "Let's go see that guy's ship we took." And he skipped off. The two followed him. He had a feeling Chewbacca was going intentionally slow. Ah well, he'll get used to it.
They went to where the guy's ship was. Not that it was his anymore, Rumpel had taken it in one of his deals. They went in and to the front. The problem was, Rumpel had no idea how to fly this thing. "Hey Chewbacca, you wouldn't happen to know how to fly this thing? Would you?" Chewbacca gave a roar that sounded like an affirmative. "Great. Show me how." Chewbacca came over and pressed a few buttons. Something that looked like paper, except blue and transparent, came up. It had instructions on how to drive the ship. "Right, that'll work. Now go away!" Chewbacca left.
Rumpel set to work reading. He soon found out this thing could tell him more than just how to fly the ship. It could tell him about . . . well, just about everything that existed. First things first though. He took off. Once the ship went into outer space he went back to reading. Who knew the black tube he'd gotten shot deadly bullets? Better yet, it could tell him all about the planets. He'd had a good run on that desert place, but to get anything important he'd have to go to a place with important people. And the place for that, would be Corocuant.
