Okay, little typo. Sorry, Han is 26, not 19. Little bit more of a typo, I guess. Um, sorry it's been so long. I'm sure a lot of you have given up on me by now. Please review, but be kind.
Disclaimer. I do not own STAR WARS, however, I do own both George Lucas and Harrison Ford.
"Oh, so you're the nerf-herder that ran away from the Correlian Academy to become a space pirate."
Han glared at her. "First of all, I'm not a space pirate. I'm a smuggler."
"What's the difference? Either is a job for scumbags."
"Well, what was my alternative? Stay at that Academy and become a brainless soldier, risking my neck for a cause that nobody feels I should know? Not my idea of living, sweetheart."
Leia snorted. "Oh yeah, I'm sure that as a smuggler, all of your clients are going to tell you exactly what they're planning."
Han opened his mouth, and then closed it again. "I-…I…"
Luke laughed, and Han turned and glared him.
"Just what do you think is so funny? You're a little small to be laughing."
Luke grinned. "Well, I wouldn't be talking, considering the fact that you just got talked into a corner by my sister."
Han smirked. "Well, I hate to be leaving this little party, however…I got a client to meet."
And with that, he was off.
I know, I know, this was entirely too short, but it seemed a good place to leave off. I'll get started on chapter five right away. The faster you leave reviews, the faster I update. I won't if I don't think anyone is reading this.