Chapter Eight

Leia was thrilled beyond words. Not only did she get to spend more time with Callian, but Captain Solo had agreed to allow her to babysit while he was away. Well, perhaps coerced was a better word than 'agreed' but the end result was the same. Since Solo would be returning soon, Leia was taking full advantage of her time with Callian.

Sitting crossed legged on a blanket in the center of the hold, Leia held up a stuffed pitten toy. "Watch me, Callian," she told the little girl. "I can make this float…" Using the Force, Leia concentrated on the toy and levitated the small object toward the child's face, stopping its progress a few inches from Callian's nose. When the child reached for the toy, Leia pulled it back with the Force, just out of the girl's reach, then lowered it to the floor. "See if you can lift it up, just like I did, okay?"

"Tay," Callian giggled, physically reaching for the toy again. "Ta, ta…"

Leia laughed and pulled the toy further away. "No…. make it move without touching it."

The little girl frowned up at Leia. "Tally want."

"You have a hard time saying the letter 'c' don't you?"

"Tally want ta ta!"

"Use the Force, Cally," Leia cajoled the girl. "You can do it!"

Suddenly, Callian's eyes widened and she burst into tears. "Don't cry, Cally," Leia said, leaning closer to hug and reassure the girl. That movement saved Leia's life, as a crack-hiss of an ignited lightwhip arched over her head, almost close enough to singe the hair on her head. If Leia hadn't moved at that exact instant, her head would have been severed from her body.

Instinctively, Leia rolled away from the threat, taking the child in her arms while trying to protect Callian with her body. Simultaneously, she drew out her own weapon, pushing Callian under the game table for safety. The yellow-hued whip that had nearly taken her life came down a second time, scorching floor where she'd been sitting moments earlier. Quickly, Leia took up a defensive stance, unsure of how to counter this new weapon. But the weapon was only half the surprise… the holder of the whip was the other half.

"Shira!"

Brie laughed at Leia's stunned expression. "That was my former name. Now my name is Lumiya, Dark Lady of the Sith."

"You're a… Sith? Since when?"

Lumiya grinned without humor. "Yes, I'm a Sith. You should never underestimate the power of the darkside, Naberrie. Darth Sidious wasn't the last Sith Lord left in the galaxy, and my mentor has helped me locate some of them. Does that frighten you that there are still Sith among us? It should." She lashed her whip out toward Leia, watching as her former Jedi Academy classmate flipped up and over the tendrils, landing on top of the game table. "My last Sith guide showed me how to make my newest weapon. It's much more effective than a simple lightsaber, don't you agree?"

"It's interesting," Leia agreed tightly.

"I'm glad you think so," Lumiya said. "I've been training with it for quite some time, but you'll be my first victim using it."

"I'm honored," Leia said sarcastically.

Lumiya glanced down at the child, huddled under the table and trembling with fear. "She's strong in the Force. I think I shall take her and raise her as my apprentice."

"Over my dead body."

"That is the idea, Jedi." Lumiya lashed out again at Leia with her deadly whip, determined that this was a fight she was going to win.

In the murky underworld of Coruscant, Master Kenobi led Padme, Luke and Mara past the dripping pipes and over the green ooze that welled up from the cracks in the poorly maintained sidewalks. "It's amazing that this infrastructure manages to hold up the buildings overhead," he commented. "Sometimes I wonder what would happen if the lower levels crumbled under the massive weight from above."

"Millions would perish, crushed in a single instant," Padme replied. "And millions more would die slowly, from suffocation or thirst or injuries."

"That's a cheery thought," Mara said. "I'm not sure which option would be worse."

"Slowly would be worse," Luke stated.

"Why are we down here, again?" Padme asked, looking around nervously. It seemed every corner there was a sentient being, warily watching them, waiting for the opportunity to attack the newcomers.

"The Jedi are hiding here," Obi-Wan said confidently. "I can sense their presence."

"You know, despite the fact I've practically grown up on this planet, I've never really been too fond of living here," Luke said. "Naboo is so much nicer."

"A lot of planets are nicer," Mara agreed. "I'd love to live somewhere beside Coruscant."

Luke grinned. "We could move back to Naboo after we're married."

"Married?" Mara spluttered out. "What are you talking about? We're not even engaged, Luke Naberrie!"

Luke blushed, realizing his mother and Obi-Wan were looking at him with intense interest. "Well, I meant in the future."

"Good," Mara said firmly. "We're too young to think about marriage right now."

"I couldn't agree more," a voice said from the smoky mist.

Master Kenobi recognized the voice instantly. "Jedi Katarn!"

Kyle Katarn stepped out of the shadows, followed closely by fellow Jedi, the tall Anx Madurrin, and Erling Tredway. "Master Kenobi, we're so glad to see you're okay. The local news vids kept saying that Tarkin had you all killed."

"I'm sure he would have tried, had the opportunity presented itself," Obi-Wan said. "But we've all survived, and Master Horn is also here, looking for you."

Kyle nodded. "Jedi Cilghal, Tionne and Kam Solusar are on the other side of the planet. We thought it would be a good idea to split up. If one group got caught, the other would still be free."

"Good idea," Obi-Wan said. "Now, if Master Horn locates the others, we can regroup and make plans to destroy Xizor's Death Star."

"Where is Shira?" Mara asked, trying hard to keep her tone neutral. She had never gotten along very well with the other red-head, and Brie hadn't helped the situation by kissing Luke.

"That's a good question," Kyle said, shaking his head. "Right after Tarkin declared he was king of the galaxy and that he was out to get the Jedi, she sorta up and disappeared. Maybe she got off planet because she was afraid."

"Brie? Afraid?" Tredway asked, chuckling. "She never struck me as the fearful type."

Luke glanced from Tredway back to Mara, waiting to see if he was overly pleased to see her. Luke hadn't forgotten that Katarn had told him about the Mara Jade and Erling Tredway 'item' rumor, but there didn't seem to be any noticeable reaction from either to seeing each other. The lack of reaction made Luke think that perhaps Kyle had been trying to get him all riled up for no discernable reason, other than the fact that Kyle liked to stir things up. If that were the case, Luke fully intended to pay back Katarn for his interference and trouble-making. It was just a matter of deciding the time and the place.

"I spent a lot of time down here," Artis Jinn told the Horns and Yoda. "It was like my personal playground."

Corran looked dubious. "You said you grew up rich. Rich people don't go down to the lower levels."

"Bored rich kids do," Artis argued. "And I was bored a lot. The lower levels is where all the fun happens."

Yoda picked up his walking stick and inspected the end, which had a large blob of unidentifiable brown glop stuck on it. "Whatever that substance is, wish to know I do not." He thrust the stick toward Corran. "Identify this, you should."

Corran backed away, trying not to gag. "No thanks, Master Yoda."

Yoda pointed his walking stick toward Artis. "Know what this is, do you?"

"Uh, no…. not really."

"Younglings," Yoda said sadly. "Helpful they are not."

Hal cocked his head to one side. "I think I hear something familiar. The sound of lightsabers."

"Now that you mention it, so do I," Corran told his father. He pointed to the left. "It's coming from that direction."

"We need to appraise the situation and approach it cautiously," Hal informed the younger men.

Artis wasn't listening to the Jedi Master. He drew out two of his weapons and took off running, yelling, "Wiz…. Finally some excitement!"

"Excitement a Jedi craves not!" Yoda shouted after the young man as they hurriedly followed in his wake.

"Good thing I'm not a Jedi then, huh?" Artis yelled back over his shoulder.

Lumiya and Leia circled each other, looking for an advantage and waiting for their opponent to make a mistake. So far, Leia had been lucky to avoid the crackling strands of the whip. Each lash had left a deep scorch mark in the metal walls of the Falcon's hold, and more than one crate had been destroyed.

"Solo isn't going to be happy with you for wrecking his ship," Leia warned.

The comment made Lumiya laugh. "Let him file a complaint with the Coruscant Dock Authority."

Leia dove to the floor, trying to cut her enemy off at the knees, but Lumiya was too fast. She somersaulted over the blade, coming down behind Leia slashing the whip. Leia rolled, barely avoiding the death blow. Lumiya saw a small window of opportunity while Leia was still rolling, and used the Force to lift a large metal crate, sending the item catapulting in the direction of the Jedi. Leia gasped in surprise, raising her hand to deflect the heavy object. The crate went over her head, and although it missed hitting her it crashed into a stack of storage bins. The bins immediately toppled over, burying Leia under an avalanche of tools, spare parts and miscellaneous supplies.

Lumiya started to reach over to push aside the rubble when suddenly her Force-sense started to tingle. Two beings were coming closer, which meant it was time to leave. She glanced from where Leia lay buried to the frightened child, and made her choice.

In a seedy underworld tavern, three Knights were in a fight for their lives. Jedi Cilghal, Tionne and Kam Solusar were surrounded by rough denizens and a dozen well-armed Republic troopers. Three Jedi Masters easily could have dispatched this threat, but these were Jedi that had never been in a true battle until now. They were holding their own against rifle blasters and various, less-than-legal weapons, but their escape route was cut off and they were cornered. Things were not looking very good….

Suddenly a young man welding not one but two lightsabers came bursting into the smoke-filled room and starting screaming like a demented borgle bat. The newcomer used a chair to launch his body up and over the startled natives, slicing several of their duro-steel swords and chain-sickles into pieces as he catapulted over their heads.

Although the Jedi didn't recognize this human, they were immediately relieved to see that he was being closely followed by Master Horn and Master Yoda, as well as their friend Jedi Corran.

The local criminals, as well as the Republic troopers, turned from their offensive assault to a desperate attempt at a defensive stance. Although they still outnumbered the Jedi, they simply didn't stand a chance against eight lightsabers cutting through their weapons and deflecting their shots back toward them. The local thugs quickly turned and scurried away, while the Republic troopers stood their ground and fought until the last one fell.

"Master Horn! Master Yoda," Tionne gasped out, hugging both the younger and older Horn, much to Kam's obvious displeasure. "Thank you for saving us." She turned and smiled at Artis. "And thank you, stranger."

Artis grinned and stuck out his hand toward the attractive blonde with the light-colored eyes. "Artis Jinn at your service. Anytime I can help out a lady," he turned and gave a wink at Cilghal, despite the fact she was a Mon Calamari, "or ladies, I'm always pleased to help."

"Where'd you dig up this showoff?" Kam Solusar asked Corran.

Corran shrugged. "Leia and Mara dug him up and now we can't get rid of him."

"Did you make your own lightsabers?" Tionne asked Artis, noting that Kam was suddenly showing an interest in her.

"Just one of them," Artis replied, trying to appear humble as he showed her the deactivated weapons. "I collect old lightsabers. My favorite once belonged to Mace Windu."

"You're a liar," Kam spat out angrily. "How would you know it belonged to Master Windu?"

"Because the guy that sold it to me found it in the lower reaches of Coruscant! And it's purple!"

"It probably belonged to a Sith Lord, then."

"No, it didn't," Artis argued hotly. "It still had Windu's hand attached when it landed and bounced off the top of a Bith's head. At least that's what the guy that sold it to me said."

"Then he was a liar, too," Kam stated firmly. "You could just say it got pooped out of a Krayt dragon's butt as long as you're making things up."

Master Yoda sighed and held out his hand. "See your lightsaber I must. Know Master Windu's saber well, I did."

Artis reluctantly handed over his beloved weapon, watching nervously as Yoda inspected the cylinder. "Well?" he finally asked, unable to stand the suspense.

"Master Windu this saber once belonged to," Yoda said sadly, handing it back to Artis. "Recognize it, I do."

"Now that that's settled, we need to head back to our rendezvous site and wait for Master Kenobi and his group," Master Horn said.

Cilghal nodded. "Then what?"

"Then we make plans to destroy the Death Star and set things right in the galaxy."

"Wiz!" Artis said, smiling again. "I already have an idea just how we can do it, too!"

"It probably has something to do with dropping old lighsabers from the sky," Kam grumbled.

Han was feeling much better, and happily walked up the ramp to enter the Falcon. He stopped short and looked down in shock and surprise as a head rolled toward his boots, coming to a stop at his toes. "Chewie?"

*I see it.* The Wookiee bent down and picked up the metal, golden dome. *I wonder what happened to him?* The Wookiee opened a small closet, and gave a startled woof as Artoo fell out, clunking to the floor, his blue and white paint bubbled and nearly stripped away to bare metal *The astromech has been ruined, as well! I sure hope their memory-packs are still intact.*

Han picked up another metal piece – the remains of Threepio's hand. "Judging by the marks, it looks like a lightsaber. Goldenrod must've finally made one of those peace-lovin' Jedi snap, and since Leia was the only…." He stopped talking, suddenly growing pale. "CALLIAN!" The Corellian dropped the metal part and rushed down the corridor and into the ship's hold. Han stared in shock at the scene – melted and blackened scorch marks on the floor and the walls, all of his storage equipment and supplies tossed everywhere. "CALLIAN!"

A groan came from under a pile of rubble, and there was a slight movement. Han and Chewie rushed to help, quickly pulling off enough crates and tools to uncover a groggy Leia Naberrie, who was bleeding profusing from her hairline. "Get the medic-pac," Han ordered his co-pilot, who immediately left to locate the box. "How did this happen? Where's my daughter?"

"Shira Brie…" Leia whispered. "She's turned to the darkside…."

Han didn't have a clue who Leia was talking about. "Shira Brie?"

Leia looked up at Han, tears welling up in her eyes. "She's turned into a Sith and calls herself Lumiya. I tried to stop her, Captain Solo, but I failed. I failed you and I failed Callian, and now poor Cally has been stolen by a Sith."

Chewie returned with the supplies, and handed the box to Han, who, with shaking hands fumbled for the antiseptic and the bacta gel. "No one steals my child and gets away with it," Han said grimly. "I'm going after her."

Leia struggled to her feet. "You won't stand a chance alone. I'm going with you."

"You're hurt, and you didn't do such a great job fighting her the first time."

"She caught me off-guard and that won't happen a second time," Leia argued. "Callian was my responsibility, and I let you down. Nothing and no one is going to prevent me from getting her back to you."

"Is that right?" Despite his grinding worry for Callian, Han smiled, pressing the bacta patch to Leia's forehead. "Maybe I've misjudged you, Miss Bossy. Do you think we should wait until your Jedi friends get back?"

"We don't have time to waste discussing this in a committee," Leia said, then pointed at the mess on the floor. "Now help me find my lightsaber. The longer we wait, the more time we give Lumiya to get away."

Han shook his head as he rummaged around for her weapon. "Chewie, stay here an' see what you can do about fixing the droids." When the Wookiee roared a protest, Han sighed. "The Jedi are all going to be coming back here, so someone needs to stay here to tell them what's happened or they're gonna think I was responsible for wrecking their droids."

*We can leave a note.*

"Fine, you leave a note, then," Han groused. "You'd just better hope one of them can read Shyriiwook."

The youngling wouldn't stop crying. No, Lumiya thought grimly, it wasn't crying. It was screaming…. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Beings were actually turning around and staring at them, which wasn't the Sith's plan. She was used to moving around unobserved, fading into the background and melting into the shadows. This girl-child was preventing that from happening. Even down here, where sentient beings normally minded their own business, the child's intense distress was causing them to notice and frown in concern.

The last thing Lumiya needed was someone to suddenly find their long-missing conscience, then contact Security. King Xizor would not be happy with her decision to take this youngling, even if the girl was Force-sensitive. Her orders were to hunt down and kill the Jedi, then return to the Battle Station. The opportunity to kill Leia Naberrie had presented itself, and for some reason, she had not done it, choosing instead to steal this child. Lumiya gritted her teeth, trying again to calm the girl. "Be quiet. I will punish you if you do not stop yelling."

"NONONO!" Callian screamed even louder. "DADA! DADA!"

"SHUT UP!"

"NONONONO!" With her little fists, Cally pounded on the hard-faced woman's neck and chest. "BAD! BAD! BAD!"

Lumiya's thin patience snapped. "Now you're going to be sorry…. Don't say I didn't warn you, you little brat."

Padme nearly passed out when she saw the damage that had been done to the droids as well as the Millennium Falcon's hold.

Obi-Wan quickly put his arm around her waist, and spoke reassuringly to the woman he loved. "There is a lot of damage, but I don't see much evidence of blood. Leia must be alright."

Holding Threepio's head, Madurrin said in her low, rumbling voice, "Lightsabers generally cauterize very quickly, Master Kenobi. I am not certain there would be much blood even in the event of a mortal wound."

"That was not a very necessary thing to say out loud, Madurrin," Mara snapped at the Anx.

"I apologize," Madurrin quickly said, looking toward Padme. "I did not mean to offend or frighten you."

"Leia is alive and well, Mom," Luke said firmly. "She's my twin and we have a strong Force-bond. I would know if something bad had happened to her… but…"

"But?" Padme prodded worriedly.

"She's upset and angry. It's probably all Solo's fault."

A disk sitting on the damaged game table caught Mara's eye, and she picked it up to inspect the object. "A holo disc. Where can we play it?"

Master Kenobi quickly located a reader and the group watched as Leia's face shimmered into view. The bruising on her face was obvious, but her expression was one of determination.

"Mother… Luke…." she began the transmission, "I was attacked by Shira Brie, who has turned to the darkside and is now calling herself Lumiya. She is determined to track down all Jedi and kill us, but she was distracted by Callian, and after she buried me under metal debris, she took the youngling and fled. Solo and his co-pilot returned to the ship right after this occurred, so we are going after Lumiya and Callian. I'm not coming back here without her."

The short message ended, leaving the Jedi stunned. "Shira turned to the darkside?" Kyle finally spluttered out. "That might explain why she was trying to drive a wedge between us by making everyone jealous. She was using me as her pawn!"

"Leia can't face a Sith alone," Padme stated. "Lumiya has already gotten the better of her once."

"I agree," Obi-Wan said. "Luke and I will go after them. The rest of you wait for the other group to arrive and keep a sharp eye out for Lumiya, as well as Xizor's troops. Right now, we're walking around Coruscant with a target mark on our backs."

This plan didn't please Mara, who didn't wish to be left behind. "Why can't I go with you?"

"You can," Luke said, then sheepishly looked to Master Kenobi. "She can come along, right?"

"I suppose," Obi-Wan replied, not wanting to get into a long, drawn-out argument with his students.

"What are we supposed to do in the meantime?" Tredway complained.

"Clean up this mess and put the droids back together," Obi-Wan answered.

"You expect us to put them back together?" Kyle repeated, astonished. "They're completely trashed, Master Kenobi!"

"Consider it a challenge as well as a lesson in patience and ingenuity," Obi-Wan told Katarn. "Those are Padme's droids, and if you fail to restore them I will be very disappointed in you."

"We will not disappoint you, Master Kenobi," Madurrin said.

Padme gave her son a quick peck on his cheek, ignoring his embarrassment. "You be careful and come back safely with your sister." Then she turned to Obi-Wan and smiled. "I'm counting on you to keep my children safe, as always."

"Always," Obi-Wan whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"This way," Leia said, pointing down a dark alleyway. "She's not trying to cover her Force-sense anymore. I'm getting the impression she's trying to lure us toward her."

"That can't be a good thing," Han remarked. "Is Callian still with her?"

"I…. I can't pick out Callian's Force-sense," Leia admitted. "Either she's too far away, or Lumiya is blocking me from sensing her."

Han stopped short, forcing Leia and Chewie to stop walking. "Or… something bad has happened to her, right?"

Looking up into the tall Corellian's face, Leia could clearly see his fear and distress. It took all of her willpower not to put her arms around him to try and assuage his terror for his child. "Lumiya has no reason to harm Callian," Leia said quietly. "She stole her because she sensed Cally was Force-sensitive, and she wants to raise her as a Sith."

"My life has sure gotten complicated since you Jedi showed up," Han grumbled. Although he was still deeply worried about Cally, Leia's words did calm his fear that Lumiya may have killed his child.

"We have to be careful going into this alley," Leia said. "In fact, I should go forward from this point alone."

Han shook his head. "No way, sister. Me an' Chewie ain't cowards, and we don't let young girls fight our battles, even if they are Jedi Knights."

"I'm eighteen, nearly nineteen. My mother was elected Queen of Naboo when she was fourteen," Leia shot back. "I'm a woman, not a girl."

Han rubbed the back of his neck. "So, then I don't let women fight my battles. Or other men, if you want to get technical."

The Jedi held up a holo-positioning orb. "According to the map, this alley opens up on another street. We need to approach Lumiya from both directions if we want to catch her off-guard." She handed the holo-orb to Solo. "I'll wait for about ten minutes, which should give you and Chewie enough time to get to the opposite side. Then I'll go in the alley, at which point Lumiya will attack. Once we're in battle, you can show up and distract her while I take her out."

"And Cally?"

"Once Lumiya is out of the picture, I should be easily able to sense where Cally is hiding," Leia replied. "I'm sure she must be in the alley with Lumiya."

"Alright," Han agreed. "Come on, Chewie. We need to hurry."

Leia watched until Han and the Wookiee disappeared around the corner, then hurried down the dark alley to face her adversary. Hopefully Solo wouldn't be too angry with her for sending him off on a wild-mynock chase.

A warning tingle coursed up Luke's spine and he looked over at Master Kenobi. "Leia's in grave danger, Master."

"She should have waited for us," Mara said. "A Jedi is foolish to go up against a Sith alone."

Obi-Wan nodded, recalling the fight against Darth Maul. "I know that all too well from personal experience." He stopped, concentrating on sensing Leia's presence, then pointed to his left. "This way, and we should hurry."

Holding her lightsaber in front of her in a defensive stance, Leia slowly made her way into the dark alley. Her weapon was the only light source and the humming it made was the only sound. She swallowed, trying to calm her pounding heart as she placed on boot in front of the other. "Show yourself, Shira!" Leia called out into the gloom. "Where is Callian?"

A stack of barrels suddenly jarred loose and came crashing down toward the Jedi, and Leia quickly did a backflip away from the crashing cascade. At the same moment, a spark of gold crackled to life above her head forcing her to duck down just as Lumiya jumped out from behind a crumbling wall.

"Don't call me Shira," Lumiya snarled. "That person died a long time ago."

"Where is Cally?" Leia repeated.

Lumiya gave a feral grin at Leia. "She was really annoying me. So I killed her."

For a brief moment, Leia felt herself grow dizzy, then she realized Lumiya was trying to use her emotional connection to the child to gain an advantage. "You're lying."

"Maybe," Lumiya conceded. "But she was annoying me, so I disposed of her. Somewhere that you'll never find her, too." The Sith pulled out a credit chip. "You'd be surprised what a female youngling is worth down here."

"You SOLD her?" Leia asked, stunned. If that were true, finding Cally among the millions upon millions of beings would be worse than finding a diamond broach under the waters of Kamino.

"It was either that, or push her off a rooftop," Lumiya said with a shrug. "She's lucky. More lucky than you're going to be, Jedi."

"There are far more of us Jedi than a single Sith can handle, and you'll never get away with this," Leia warned her former classmate.

"Is that what you really believe? That I'm the only one? I've already told you there are more Sith, waiting for the right time to reappear," Lumiya stated. "I might not be able to dispose of every one of you by myself, but when the others come for you – and they will - you, and all your lousy Jedi friends are going to die."

Quickly, the Sith cracked her whip at her opponent's ankles, which Leia barely managed to avoid by placing her saber's tip against the ground. Lumiya's whip coiled around Leia's saber, and the Sith jerked with her full strength, dislodging the hilt from Leia's grip and sending the saber sailing down the alley.

Now unarmed, Leia backed away from Lumyia, knowing she had to distract the Sith in order to retrieve her lightsaber. "I don't understand why you turned to the darkside. We all grew up together… trained together. We were all friends!"

Furious, Lumiya lashed out again, this time managing to clip Leia's arm. The shock of the intense pain made Leia cry out and she fell to the ground, rolling deeper into the darkness to avoid a killing blow. "FRIENDS?" Lumiya screeched out. "You were friends with Mara! You were friends with Tionne! But you excluded me from your little Jedi girlfriend club! I was always an outsider!" She slashed at the crates, shattering them into shards in a mindless fury to seek out Leia and kill her.

Behind a trash barrel, Leia knew Lumiya was getting closer to her hiding place. Perhaps, she thought in despair, going after a Sith alone hadn't been such a great idea after all.

Han stared in shock at the solid wall. "She manipulated the holomap! There isn't an entrance here at all!"

*It appears you are correct,* Chewie woofed, craning his neck to see if there was a way over the wall. That didn't appear to be the case, as the rusty wall rose up for dozens of levels. *And it's going to take us a quarter of a timepart to get back to where we left Leia.*

"That's too long, pal," Han groused, looking around, then pointed. "There. That'll do."

Chewie looked to where Han was pointing. *It's an old hover-craft.*

"Old just means easy to steal," Han said, hurrying over to the machine. "Keep an eye out while I hot-wire this thing."

The Wookiee groaned. *We are going to attract unwanted attention!*

"Oh, don't be so negative all the time," Han replied. "'Sides, sometimes I love attention."

*Don't I know it.*