A/N: New chapter! And, seeming how I am filled with Christmas Spirit, I am giving you a double helping of all our favorite characters. Aren't you happy? Thanks and Cookies to all my reviewers, you guys are great. I am now going to make a shameless plug for my other story: This is a shameless plug for my other story, The Flight of the Crimson Assurance. It has absolutely nothing to do with Star Wars whatsoever, but I know that somewhere among my faithful, wonderful, reviewers there are Star Trek fans and to these fans I say: PLEASE READ CRIMSON ASSURANCE! Thank you for putting up with that, now on to the story.

Chapter 10

Gravedigger

The Falcon withdrew from hyperspace on the fringes of a system completely opposite from where she started. She paused briefly, as though catching her breath, before plunging towards the star in the center of the system. A huge, ancient, orange-red giant stood between her and the planet that she desired to reach. The Falcon swung around the outer edges of the giant, zeroing in on it's little brother. One of the three planets in the system was a gaseous monster, blue green in hue. It was surrounded by seven moons, which ranged from the size of small asteroids to the size of small planets. Neither the moons, nor the planet, nor anything in this system, save the Falcon, held any trace of life. The system was as dead and as silent as a graveyard. A fitting epitaph for what the Falcon's crew expected to find here.

"Sure we're supposed to come here?" Han asked no on in particular.

"Oh, yes, General Solo." 3PO answered. "The Archive's computer said that this is the burial place of Katra Arkos." Han grimaced; his loathing of the protocol droid had not abated one iota since they had first met.

"Uraaagh eunnn arrrraaaah." Chewie spoke up.

"You won't find any life readings," Han growled, "We're looking for a dead guy. Scan the third moon for any structures, I'm gonna go check up on the others." Han stood and entered the living area where Indy and Luke were playing with Chewie's holo-chess set.

"We made to Isosis, where's Leia?"

"In there," Luke answered, gesturing vaguely towards her room, and not looking up from the board.

"Find anything yet?" Indy asked, his interest in the game had abated once he found out how poorly Luke played chess.

"Not a thing," Han sighed. "Chewie's looking for the grave right now. But that could take a while."

"Why?"

"Because we're looking for a rock on a moon made of rock." Han moved towards Leia's room. "Not exactly easy," he called over his shoulder. Luke finally made his move. Indy glanced down, moved a rook and pronounced checkmate. Han softly knocked on Leia's door, paused, and was about to enter when Chewie groaned loudly from the cockpit. Shoot. Han reluctantly turned back to the bridge. The Wookie had found the grave. It was on the dark side of the third and largest moon, which they were now orbiting. Han slid into the pilot's seat and prepared to take the Falcon down.

"Did someone knock on my door?" Leia was standing in the entry way to the living area.

"Yeah," Luke said, "I think Han did but he went back to the…" the ship lurched slightly.

"Feels like we're landing," Leia said. She walked over to the bridge; Luke and Indy just behind her. Han didn't even look up when they entered and took seats around the bridge.

"I take it you found it, huh," Indy asked. Han grunted an affirmative, still not taking his eyes off the controls. The Falcon swooped gracefully down towards the planet-sized moon. Han swiftly extended the landing gear and settled the ship gently beside a huge boulder.

"Right, let's get out there and see what's to find. The moon has something of an atmosphere, but nothing breathable. Chewie, stay in the Falcon with the droids. The rest of you grab masks and lights and meet me in the bay. Oh, and Indy, you might want to get that rock of yours."

"You're sure that this is the grave?" Luke asked through his mask. The foursome had exited the Falcon and slowly walked out on the barren terrain. Nothing was in sight save a large boulder some twenty yards away from the Falcon.

"That's what Chewie said," Han replied, slowly scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary. "The grave is made of granite, the rest of this moon is compressed dust. Chewie said that the grave stuck out like a sore thumb on the scanners."

"Did he say where exactly?" Leia asked.

"I think that it's that boulder there," Indy answered pointing.

"how can you be sure?"

"Looks like granite," Indy started walking towards it. "That and none of the other rocks around here are sitting upright, only that one. That's not natural, gotta be man-made." The rest of the party followed. They slowly approached the boulder, and, sure enough, it was made of granite. The backside of it was rough hewn and natural looking, but, on the other side, was a smooth face. A long rectangle, about seven feet high and four feet broad, had been cut in bas-relief, so that the rectangle stood out from the rest of the boulder. The granite was not weathered, the carvings as distinct as they had been so many millennia ago. Indy put on a pair of cotton gloves and gently touched the surface of the stone. Polished, smooth, not the slightest trace of dust or wear, the carvings set within the stone were smooth all the way in. Whoever carved this was a master… Indy looked up to the top right corner: Missing. Hope I got the replica right. He reached into his bag and slowly drew out the corner piece. Unrolling it from the cloth, he held it in his left hand like one holds an eggshell and lined it up with the missing corner. He reached up and gently touched the broken surface of the missing corner, memorizing the contours of each bump and divot. He then touched the underside of his replica, finding that the latter matched the former almost perfectly. "Alright, everybody stand back," he paused as Leia, Luke and Han took a few steps backward. Han slowly drew his blaster and took the safety off. Indy lifted the piece up and whispered "Here goes." He gently placed the replica on the missing corner and heard a loud CLICK.

Everyone was frozen for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for what would happen. Nothing did. "So," Han asked tentatively, "now what?"

Indy turned; "I don't…" his words were cut off as a large pit opened beneath his feet. As the others rushed towards him, the archeologist dropped like a stone some twenty feet down. He instinctively curled into a fetal position to lesson the impact of the fall.

"Indy?" Leia yelled down into the black cavern. "INDY? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" There was a pause that lasted almost too long before they heard a noise.

"I'm…" there was a rustling and coughing coming from deep with in the pit. "I'm alright, I think. Don't come too close to the hole, the sides could give way."

"We're coming down," Luke hollered.

"We are?" Han asked quizzically. "That's a good twenty foot drop, how are we going to get down there?" As a reply, Luke quite simply stepped off the edge.

I have decided to begin answering reviews as they occur. I am not going to do it for chapter 9 as that was so long ago I doubt that anyone one remembered what they wrote. On to the next chapter.