Return of the Jedi

Chapter 38

There was a long silence and that made Nadia fear the worst. Luke touched her cheek. "I still want to be with you."

She looked a little confused. "But how can we be together if the code forbids it?"

"Well there is no more Jedi in the universe except Master Yoda. I want to prove that Jedi and non- Jedi can be together, and that everything will be okay. Nothing bad will happen just as long as we are careful. I love you too much to let you go Nadie. I can be a Jedi and still be with you."

She smiled slightly relieved from his words. "Also you can be a Jedi Nadie. You heard what Ben said. The force is with you too. I could show you to the ways of the force."

Nadia eyes widened. "Really?"

"Only when I've finished my training. Not sure when that will happen though." He looked slightly disappointed.

Nadia wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly and lovingly. "It'll happen in time love don't worry. Now come on we have to go see what Leia has found out."

He looked dazed by her words and allowed her to take his hand and they walked out of the room.

Nearly a year later…

"So we will go over the plan one last time before we do this." Leia said to Luke and Nadia who nodded. The droids had already left and it was there turn to do there bit.

Luke looked and became more mature than he was over a year ago. He was constantly practising his skills with the force. He had begun to train Nadia in little steps. She had researched all the books he had given her that Yoda had given him. Nadia still had trouble using the force but she could do little things in a pencil shaking before it stopping still.

"Right you know the plan right, I'll see you soon." He kissed her, she smiled and nodded. She took a look at his dark outfit. He was wearing all in black tunic with black boots and his covered glove right hand, his sandy blond hair was neatly combed back. He looked so mature and handsome, she thought back to four years ago when they lived with Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen. He was just a farm boy back then and she was just his girlfriend back then. Now she was a hero and rebel of the alliance and he was a hero of the rebel alliance and Jedi Knight.

Nadia wore a similar outfit to Luke except hers was a dark grey tunic with black boots and her hair in a long plait down to her back. "Okay. See you soon." She kissed him again and he let go of her.

"Be careful Nadia." He warned before she left.

Couple of hours later….

A lonely, windswept road meandered through the desolate Tatooine terrain. A familiar beeped and a distinctive reply before catching sight of R2-D2 and C3POO were making their way along the road toward the ominous palace of Jabba the Hutt. "Of course I'm worried. And you should be, too. Lando Calrissian and poor Chewbacca never returned from this awful place." Artoo whistled timidly.

"Don't be so sure. If I told you half the things I've heard about this Jabba the Hutt, you'd probably short-circuit." The two droids fearfully approached the massive gate to the palace.

"Artoo, are you sure this is the right place? I better knock, I suppose." Threepio looked around for some kind of signalling device, then timidly knocked on the iron door.

"There doesn't seem to be anyone there. Let's go back and tell Master Luke." A small hatch in the middle of the door opened and a spidery mechanical arm with a large electronic eyeball on the end, popped out and inspected the two droids.

"Goodness gracious me!" Threepio pointed to Artoo, then to himself.

"Artoo Detoowha bo Seethreepiowha ey toota odd mischka Jabba du Hutt." The eye looked from one robot to the other, there was a laugh then the eye zipped back into the door. The hatch slammed shut. Artoo beeps his concern. "I don't think they're going to let us in, Artoo. We'd better go."

Artoo beeped his reluctance as Threepio turned to leave. Suddenly the massive door started to rise with a horrific metallic screech. The robots turned back and faced an endless black cavity. The droids looked at one another, afraid to enter. Artoo started forward into the gloom. Threepio rushed after his stubby companion. The door lowered noisily behind them.

"Artoo, wait. Oh, dear! Artoo. Artoo, I really don't think we should rush into all this." Artoo continued down the corridor, with an unwilling Threepio following. "Oh, Artoo! Artoo, wait for me!"

The door slammed shut with a loud crash that echoed throughout the dark passageway. The frightened robots were met by two giant, green guards who fell in behind them. Threepio glanced quickly back at the two lumbering brutes, then back to Artoo. One guard grunted an order. Artoo beeped nervously. "Just you deliver Master Luke's message and get us out of here. Oh my! Oh! Oh, no." They walked toward them out of the darkness is Bib Fortuna, a humanlike alien with long tentacles protruding from his skull. "Die Wanna Wanga!"

"Oh, my! Die Wanna Wauaga. We - we bring a message to your master, Jabba the Hutt." Artoo let out a series of quick beeps.

"...and a gift. Gift, what gift?" Threepio asked. Bib shook his head negatively.

"Nee Jabba no badda. Me chaade su goodie."

Bib held out his hand toward Artoo and the tiny droid backed up a bit, letting out a protesting array of squeaks. Threepio turned to the strange-looking alien. "He says that our instructions are to give it only to Jabba himself." Bib thought about this for a moment.

"I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid he's ever so stubborn about these sort of things." Bib gestured for the droids to follow. "Nudd Chaa." The droids followed the tall, tentacle alien into the darkness, trailed by the two guards.

"Artoo, I have a bad feeling about this." The throne room was filled with the vilest, most grotesque creatures ever conceived in the universe. Artoo and Threepio seemed very small as they paused in the doorway to the dimly lit chamber. Light shafted partially illuminate the drunken courtiers as Bib Fortuna crossed the room to the platform upon which rests the leader of this nauseating Crowd: Jabba the Hutt. The monarch of the galactic underworld was a repulsive blob of bloated fat with a maniacal grin. Chained to the horrible creature is the beautiful alien female dancer named Oola. At the foot of the dais sits an obnoxious birdlike creature, salacious crumb. Bib whispered something in the slobbering degenerate's ear. Jabba laughed horribly, at the two terrified droids before him. Threepio bowed politely. "Good morning."

"Bo Shuda!" The robots jumped forward to stand before the repulsive, loose-skinned villain.

"The message, Artoo, the message." Threepio said. Artoo whistled, and a beam of light projects from his domed head, creating a hologram of Luke on the floor. The image growed to over ten feet tall, and the young Jedi towered over the space gangsters.

"Greetings, Exalted One. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight and friend to Captain Solo. I know that you are powerful, mighty Jabba, and that your anger with Solo must be equally powerful. I seek an audience with Your Greatness to bargain for Solo's life." Jabba's crowd laughed as projected Luke spoke. "With your wisdom, I'm sure that we can work out an arrangement which will be mutually beneficial and enable us to avoid any unpleasant confrontation. As a token of my goodwill, I present to you a gift: these two droids."

Threepio is startled by this announcement. "What did he say!?"

"Both are hardworking and will serve you well." Luke said.

Threepio couldn't believe it. "This can't be! Artoo, you're playing the wrong message." Luke's hologram disappeared. Jabba laughed while Bib spoke to him in Huttese. "There will be no bargain."

"We're doomed."

"I will not give up my favorite decoration. I like Captain Solo where he is." Jabba explained. Jabba laughed hideously and looked toward an alcove beside the throne. Hanging high, flat against the wall, is a carbonized Han Solo. "Artoo, look! Captain Solo. And he's still frozen in carbonite."

One of Jabba's Gamorrean guards marched Artoo and Threepio down a dank, shadowy passageway lined with holding cells. The cries of unspeakable creatures bounced off the cold stone walls. Occasionally a repulsive arm or tentacle grabbed through the bars at the hapless droids. Artoo beeped spitefully.

"What could possibly have come over Master Luke? Is it something I did? He never expressed any unhappiness with my work. Or Mistress ! Oh! Hold it! Ohh!" A large tentacle wraps around Threepio's neck. He managed to break free, and they move on to a door at the end of the corridor.

The court of Jabba the Hutt was in the midst of a drunken, raucous party. Sloppy, smelly monsters cheer and make rude noises as Oola and a fat female dancer perform in front of Jabba's throne. Jabba leered at the dancers and with a lustful gleam in his eye beckoned Oola to come and sit with him. She stopped dancing and backed away, shaking her head. Jabba got angry and points to a spot next to him. "Da Eitha!" The lovely alien shakes her head again and screamed "Na Chuba negatorie Na! Na! Natoota..." Jabba was furious and pulled her toward him, tugging on the chain.

"Boscka!" He pushed a button and, before the dancer can flee, a trap door in the floor sprung open and swallowed her up. As the door snapped shut, a muffled growl is followed by a hideous scream. Jabba and his monstrous friends laughed hysterically and several revellers hurried over to watch her fate through a grate.

Threepio cringed and glanced wistfully at the carbonite form of Han Solo, but is immediately distracted by a gunshot offscreen. An unnatural quiet swept the boisterous gathering. On the far side of the room, the crush of debauchers moves aside to allow the approach of two guards followed by two BOUSHH, oddly cloaked bounty hunters, leading his captive, Han Solo's copilot, Chewie. Bib takes his place next to his disgusting master, and whispered into his ear, pointing at Chewbacca and the bounty hunter. Jabba listened intently, then the bounty hunter bowed before the gangster and spoke a greeting in a strange, electronically processed tongue. "I have come for the bounty on this Wookiee."

"Oh, no! Chewbacca!"

"At last we have the mighty Chewbacca." Jabba let out a loud, long, blood-curdling laugh and turned to Threepio, waving him closer. The reluctant droid obeyed. "Oh, uh, yes, uh, I am here, Your Worshipfulness. Uh... yes!"

Jabba continued speaking, as Threepio nervously translated. Boushh listened, studying the dangerous creatures around the room. He noticed Bobba Fett standing near the door. "Oh. The illustrious Jabba bids you welcome and will gladly pay you the reward of twenty-five thousand.

Two shadowy figures moved stealthily among the columns at the perimeter of the room and was revealed to be Boushh, the bounty hunter alongside him the other bounty hunter stayed on watch. Boushh walked toward where Han Solo, the frozen space pilot, hung spotlighted on the wall, his coffin-like case suspended by a force field. The bounty hunter deactivated the force field by flipping a control switch to one side of the coffin. The heavy case slowly lowered to the floor of the alcove. Boushh stepped up to the case, studying Han, and then turned to the controls on the side of the coffin. He activated a series of switches and, after one last hesitant look at his companion who was guarding the door and he turned back and slid the de-carbonization lever.

The case began to emit a sound as the hard shell covering the contours of Han's face began to melt away. The bounty hunter watched as Han's body is freed of its metallic coat and his forearms and hands, previously raised in reflexive protest, drop slackly to his side. His face muscles relax from their mask of horror. He appeared quite dead. Boushh's ugly helmet leaned close to Han's face listening for the breath of life. Nothing. He waited, as Han's eyes popped open with a start and he began coughing. The bounty hunter steadied the staggering man.

The guard at the door stepped forward to see Han in Boushh' arms. "Just relax for a moment. You're free of the carbonite." Han touched his face with his hand and moaned. "I can't see." His voice surprisingly strong. "Shhh. You have hibernation sickness."

"Your eyesight will return in time." Boushh said, holding him.

"Where am I?" He asked.

"Jabba's palace." The guard said and looked at the guard who was keeping watch. They nodded at each other. "Who are you?" He turned to where he could hear the voice.

The bounty hunter reached up and lifted the helmet from his head, revealing the beautiful face of Leia. "Someone who loves you."

"Leia!" He felt instant relief. She kissed him carefully. The other bounty hunter lifted the helmet over his head and it was Nadia. She blew the hair out of her face, "Han it's me. Nadia you okay?" She said walking over to him as Leia finished kissing him.

"Nadia!" He looked around for her and she helped him up with Leia. "I gotta get you out of here." Leia said to him, as they prepared to move him. As they helped Han to stand up, the relative quiet was pierced by an obscene huttse crackle from the other side of the alcove.

"What's that?" Nadia asked, and Han shook his head. "I know that laugh." He said, he was relieved that he could still hear. The curtain on the far side of the alcove opens, revealing Jabba the Hutt, surrounded by Bib and other aliens. He laughed again, and his gross cronies join in a cacophony of alien glee.

Nadia and Leia turned him around to face them. "Hey, Jabba. Look, Jabba, I was just on my way to pay you back, but I got a little side tracked. It's not my fault."

Jabba laughed, and his sidekick croonie Bib made Nadia feel uneasy as his eyes slid over her lustfully.

"It's too late for that, Solo. You may have been a good smuggler, but now you're Bantha fodder."

Han knew he wasn't going to get out of this. "Look..."

"Take him away!" The guards grabbed Han from Leia and Nadia and start to lead him away.

"Jabba... I'll pay you triple! You're throwing away a fortune here. Don't be a fool!" Han was dragged off, as Lando quickly moved forward and attempted to lead Nadia and Leia away.

Leia looked to where Han was being took away, she didn't want to lose him again she just got him back. "Bring them to me." Bibb eyed Nadia lustfully, she shivered in disgust.

Jabba chuckled as a disguised Lando and a second guard dragged the beautiful young women toward him. Threepio peeked from behind a monster and quickly turned away in disgust.

"We have powerful friends. You are going to regret this." Leia moaned in pain, as the guard's grip tightened on her. Thankfully Lando was being gentle with her.

"I'm sure." Jabba said, Nadia would have liked to borrow Luke's lightsaber to cut Bibb's eyes out. He was creeping her out with the looks he was giving her. He reached forward tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she leaned back away from into Lando's chest. "Let us go." Nadia demanded and moved away from Bibbs reach.

"I like this one Master, she has fire in her. Both of them do. What shall we do with them?" Bibb asked Jabba. Jabba leant forward and sniffed Leia who turned away in horror. Threepio shrieked, "Ooh I can't bear to watch." Turning away, Nadia looked away in disgust as Jabba started to lick Leia.

Please hurry Luke. She thought.

I'm sorry for the wait, had a lot of problems with my laptop and I'm still having them, plus personal issues. But I'm determined to get this finished. Who has seen Rogue One?! It's very good, not as good as Force Awakens though I think. I'll try to get another update in by Christmas but if not have a great Christmas.

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