Hey, I'm back again. I have decided I might as well finish this story while I'm in the mood. Yeah, I know it's not very near at all to the end. But at least I'm closer than I was before.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from star Wars. The big guy does? Why does he have to own everything? I know right.
"Okay, Sam now what's your plan?" I said pointedly still trying to get up enough courage to do what I knew I would have to do.
"Uhh, lets see. Get off this planet without getting killed." I sighed.
"The plan for preventing Han from being killed."
"That is it." Sam said smiling evilly. I shook my head.
"Sam, if you don't stay on topic and really focus. I'll make sure I shoot you instead of the alien."
"Aww, Abo you know I love you" she said mockingly.
"Yeah, I know" I said sarcastically still standing my ground. She knew it was a weak threat and that I would never carry it out as much as I did.
But maybe if I threatened the alien with the blaster he would get the picture and wouldn't realize my empty threats. Okay, that was a really suckish idea. No I thought I just gotta kill him.
No matter what. Besides he was working for Jabba. But was that a good enough reason to kill?
Well, he was about to kill Han. I know that I told myself.
"Abby!!!!!" Sam whispered loudly as she smacked me up side the head.
"Oww," I squealed as grimaced in pain.
"You jump on me. Now you hit me!" I whispered loudly rubbing my head vigorously.
"You looked like you needed it" Sam sneered.
"What's that supposed…" I started but was cut off the sound of chairs scraping against the floor. I froze.
I swung my blaster from it's holster as I had seen cowboys do in the old movies and held it at the ready.
Sam did the same. There was a moment of silence. If you have ever been to war you know how I mean. The quiet second before someone strikes.
R/r Cliffie, he te he te he.
