"What can I tell you Chewie. We knew this state wasn't gonna be any better than the last." Han says, walking down the street with his best friend. The larger man responds, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, anything is better than Louisiana. But doesn't make it better or less racist. God we can't even find a coffee in this forsaken town." Han shakes his head. It had been over an hour since the two of them had left the apartment to get some coffee with no one giving them service.

Chewie sighs and looks to his friend, finally addressing the problem.

"Like hell your gonna go back to the apartment. You dragged me out of bed for this and your gonna suffer with me." Han objects. "I'm sure there will be a place that will serve us."

The two walk into a small diner on the corner, a small bell sounding as they enter. The waiter behind the counter looks up at the two and stops his pouring coffee. It had felt as everyone had stopped and was staring at the two.

"Can I help you boys with something?" the waiter asks.

"Yeah, we want two coffees." Han responds hesitantly, suspicious of the waiter's attitude.

"I can get those for yourself, not for your companion though." The man follows up, not directly talking to Chewie.

"All we want is coffee. We don't have to stay, we just want some coffee and we'll leave." Han explains his fists balling up at his sides, clearly frustrated. The waiter approaches Han and steps close to him.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me. You can stay, your colored friend can't." The waiter repeats. Chewie places a hand on Han's shoulder, telling him to cool down.

"We don't need this. Come on Chewie." Han turns around, about to follow Chewie out.

"Yeah, go back to your n-" Before the waiter finished Han is back in the man's face.

"Go ahead and finish that thought." He snaps. Han stares down the man, waiting for him to finish his response. "I didn't think so you bigoted piece of shit."

The waiter remains silent, unsure how to respond. He eventually raises his fist, punching Han in his jaw. Han is taken aback by the stranger's outburst, but follows up by punching him in the cheek. The waiter pushes Han towards the door. Chewie calls for Han as he makes his way out of the door.

"I'm coming." Han huffs, glaring at the waiter before leaving the diner. The two men continue on down the street, Han gingerly touching his jaw. Chewie looks down to his friend, asking him a question.

"Yeah it hurts. That asshole sucker punched me." Chewie laughs at his friend's response. The larger man looks over his shoulder, noticing a group of men following them from the diner. Chewie calls to Han, bringing the group to his attention.

"Fuck, these assholes don't know when to stop." Han shakes his head. The two men step off the side, waiting for the group to hopefully pass. The group of four approached them, backing them against the wall. Chewie asks the group a question, the four men look at him, confused.

"What the fuck did he say?"

"He asked if there's anything we can help you assholes with?"

"He can learn his place to begin with." Another man says

"He is at his place, next to me." Han balls up his fists, preparing for another fight.

"Gentleman, what seems to be the problem?" A voice interrupts the group. They look to the mystery man, some in the group physically backing up.

"Senator." The blonde in the group says.

"Isolder, gentleman. What seems to be the problem?" The older man asks.

"Well…we are…umm…" The blonde stutters.

"Why don't you boys move along, let the men be." The senator smiles as the group disperses down the street. "I do apologize, not everyone in our town are particularly…. friendly. How can I make it up to you?" Chewie responds to the man, who looks to Han as he didn't understand Chewie's dialect.

"He says, if you know where we could get a cup of coffee that'd be wonderful." Han hesitantly translates, not wanting to bother the Senator any longer.

"I know of a place. Please follow me." The senator responds, beginning to walk down the street. Han looks to his friend, who follows the senator.

…

Leia steps into her father's office building, slipping off her tan overcoat as she walks in.

"Sabe, is father in?" She asks, stepping across the lobby. Bail's secretary looks up from the typewriter.

"He is in, But-"

"Thank you Sabe." She cuts off the woman. Opening the door to his office. "Father did you hear about." Leia stops as she notices her father had guests.

"Ah, Lelia. Gentlemen this is my daughter, Leia." The two men stand to face her, the smile on her face disappearing as she recognized the shorter man.

"Well, your highness." Han smirks as he makes eye contact with the woman.

"What are you doing here private?" Leia demands, her polite demeanour disappearing.

"Lelia, don't be rude. These men were looking for a cup of coffee and I managed to run into them." Bail explains. Leia turns away from Han, trying to ignore him. She turns her attention to the other man, extending her hand towards him.

"I am Leia." She introduces herself. Chewie introduces himself, taking her hand.

"So, you and the private have met?" Bail asks, amused by Han's reaction to Leia.

"We met at the dance the other night." Han explains.

"I see. I thought you must've served together."

"No sir, I was a marine. Chewie and I were stationed in the south pacific together." Han explains.

"Ah yes, Lelia was in Europe for most of the war." Bail explains, proud of his daughter's service.

"Thank you father, but I'm sure Mr Solo and Mr…." Leia drifts off, realizing she did not know the other man's last name.

"Oh, it's just Chewie. He hates it when non Creole people try to pronounce his name, so it's Chewie." Han explains for his friend.

"I see. Well I'm sure they do not want to wear about my service."

"On the contrary sweetheart, I haven't got time for anything else." He smirks at her. Leia stares at the man, her face slowly reddening. Bail stares at his daughter, never once since being in his life had Bail seen this type of response from Leia.

A knock echoes through the room, dispersing the odd atmosphere.

"Come in!" Bail calls. Sabe pokes her head in, staring at the senator.

"Senator Organa, Governor Tarkin is here to see you." She announces.

"Of course he is… Let him in Sabe. We were just finishing up." Bail sighs. "Leia please show Mr. Solo and Mr. Chewie out. Gentlemen it was a pleasure meeting you, I'm sorry it had to be cut short."

"It's not problem. Thanks for the coffee." Han responds, Chewie nodding and expressing his thanks as well. Leia opens the door to find the white haired governor standing at the doorway.

"Miss Organa, what a surprise." He states, his gaze was scrutinizing and cold.

"Governor Tarkin, I should've thought it was you…I recognized your foul stench as you walked into the building." Leia smiles sweetly at the man.

"Charming as ever." The politician pushes past the young woman into Bail's office. He stops as he notices Han and Chewie. "Bail I didn't realize you had…. company."

"They were just stopping by. Leia please show the gentlemen out." Bail repeats. Leia sighs and steps aside as Han and Chewie leave the office, she follows after shutting the door tightly behind them. Chewie laughs as they leave, making a statement.

"Yeah you said it Chewie." Han chuckles.

"What did he say?" Leia asks

"He said you could feel death radiating on that one." Han repeats. Leia looks at the two, not understanding the joke. "It's funnier in his language."

"So what language is that?"

"It's French sweetheart. I would've thought a woman of the world would know that."

"Well I figured that. I understand some of what he says but not everything, I understand French."

"Well…what Chewie speaks isn't French, in a traditional way. He speaks Louisiana Creole, a French based language that was used by people in slave colonies in Louisiana. It's starting to become less common there now, but there are still many who use it." Han explains.

"Why doesn't he speak English?" Leia asks, noting that the man could obviously understand what they were saying.

"Well he does, in the war he used to flip between the two. But now, he's back home so what's the point?"

"A political statement of some kind?" Leia asks, still not really understanding.

"You could say that I guess." Han shrugs. "Well we gotta get going. Have to find work around here somewhere."

"Good luck with that. A guy with your ego I doubt you'll even get an interview."

"Is that a challenge your highness?"

"Goodbye private." Leia states, turning away from him. Han watches her go, her hair bouncing as she saunters away.

Author's Note:

I am back! Sorry this took me a little time to get up but I'm back in the habit of writing and I now have a schedule for my stories. Every second Saturday I will be posting a new chapter. Once again if characters seem a little OC let me know and I will correct my ways, same goes with historical and cultural facts.

Also I wanna get a little feedback about Chewies character, is the way I'm taking the dialogue ok? Or would you prefer to see me giving Chewie actual dialogue and not based on Han's reactions?

Also tell me what you think. Next chapter should be up on July 14.

XOXO Tamorasky.