Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Mr. George Lucas. I'm not making money from this. I don't have any money, so if you sue me, you'll probably get a couple of movies, and that's it, unless you want my cat, Anastasia.

Author's Note: Well, its 3:15 in the morning and I'm writing. Know what that means? I'm crazy, but we already knew that, didn't we? Well, I did anyway. So, I guess that you are wondering 'Why the HELL did you kill of Boba Fett?! He's so COOL!'. Well, I guess my answer would have to be because I wanted to. But if you think about it a minute, It'll prolly answer a couple of important questions concerning the plot. ::Gives the one person who actually took the time to read the author's note a moment to ponder:: Figure it out? No? OK then, I'm not gonna come right out and say it, yet. But if you wanna guess, go ahead and review (this is also a shameless way to try to get people to review). Ok, next chapter...........
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Luke walked over the ledge and peered down. There was an alien sitting in the middle of what was apparently some sort of track. He looked closer. He took special note of what the alien was sitting in.

'A pod racer? This is a pod race? I must be seeing Boonta Eve.' He thought to him self, slightly amused. He was seeing his first pod race, and it wasn't at all what he had expected. Just as he was about to turn back and find his way out of Jabba's memory, something that one of the announcers said managed to make it over the roar of the crowd to Luke's ear.

"It seems that young Skywalker is moving up in the field."

Immediately Luke's attention returned to the race and he proceeded to walk back to the ledge. 'Young Skywalker?' he thought to himself as he saw a child speed by. 'It couldn't be......but, it HAS to be........'
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Leia's thoughts went back and forth between her thinking of her children and chiding herself for thinking about her children. She knew that at the point she was at, she couldn't help her children and so it was fruitless and only caused more grief on her behalf to do so.

'Worry is the misuse of imagination.' She thought to herself. It was something that her nurse had always told her. Now it was the mantra she was trying very unsuccessfully to live by.

Leia spent several more minutes repeating the same process she had been for several hours. She only stopped when she realized that she was no longer alone. She looked over at the co-pilots chair, saw her brother sitting there, obviously deep in thought and wondered how deeply immersed in her own she had to have been to not notice him come in.

She waited a few moments and when he didn't speak she began to become agitated. "Luke. Luke!" She pulled him out of his deep concentration. He looked over at his sister. "Did you find anything out?"

"Nothing that can help us find the twins. But I'll keep looking until I do. I'm pretty sure Jabba is forcing memories at me so it will take as long as possible to find out what we need to know."

"I don't doubt it." Leia said as she slowly nodded her head.

"Is Han any better?" Luke asked his sister.

"I don't know. He's back there with Chewie right now."

"You should be back there with him. Go. I'll pilot us the rest of the way to Naboo."

"Thanks Luke."

"No problem."

As he watched Leia's form retreat the Jedi began to think more about their situation. He wondered about how Jabba could have survived the blast. He brought up the possibility that the Hutt he had with just moments before was actually the smaller Hutt from the memory he had just witnessed. As quickly as he had brought that thought into existence, Luke dismissed it. No, there was definitely something more going on. Something was out of place and he was pretty sure that it had to do with whatever it was that had been nipping at the edges of Leia's consciousness just before she had left.
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Lando Calrissian sat in the pilot's seat of his ship, silently wishing that his hyperdrive could carry him to Naboo ten times quicker than it already was. 'I just hope that I'm just hallucinating or it was a bad dream.' However, the scoundrel knew in the back of his mind that what he saw was far too lucid to be either.