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.