I don't own Star Wars or the characters. (Just my OCs)
So here is the second installment. This one was written for my 7 year old brother. I hope you enjoy. (Just be glad this isn't a Snoopy in Space fic like my 3 year old brother wanted it to be.)
Han was eight when he first saw them. From his position on the floor it looked like the rich woman was eating thick green slugs. (That was what caught his attention, the green slugs not the full purse.)
He crawled closer, it wasn't often you saw someone eating slugs. So when she bit into it Han realized it was too crunchy; nothing oozed out and no one screamed. Oh well, he thought as his interest faded. He was about to turn around but he was so close he figured he might as well snag the woman's purse.
Then Gobber (that was what he called the large man he worked for behind his back) wouldn't complain about the last time Han of gone out. (Han had forgotten to look both ways before crossing the street and had nearly died as a result.)
He edged closer, under the counter, towards the small table on the veranda. The place wasn't particularly fancy, if it had been he wouldn't have gotten in. But it wasn't shabby. No sir! He paused as a waiter walked by and stifled a laugh. They thought they were so safe up here! They thought they could forget the Sewers. Well they have a Sewer boy in their dining room!
There weren't many people around just a couple in the corner and a family of Twi'leks by a window. He hated them especially the family of Twi'leks. His parents were dead why should they be happy? He shook his full head of dark curls in emphatically. And crawled on. A few more feet, Han's nose twitched. What was that sweet smell? He wondered. It was the slugs that weren't slugs, he decided.
He scowled, they had betrayed him by not squishing and causing a scene. But boy did he want to try some! Instead he grabbed the embroidered purse and crawled as fast as he could towards the exit. Then he was up and sprinting down the steps. He heard a cry from the restaurant, then he was in the street. Han heard the blaring horn and realized too late. He had forgotten. Again!
Han dove to the ground and the sharp stones of the street cut into his chest and face, but the pleasure craft sped over him harmlessly.
He grinned.
Review please!
Give me more ideas, I'm going off of three little boys's (is that a word?) imaginations. Please!!!!