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Sallah embraced his friend in a warm hug. "Sallah, please. You're gonna make us miss our flight. We'll be fine, I promise." Indy said for the second time.
Sallah withdrew, and smiled. "Take care of yourself, Indy." he nodded to Han and Leia, "I wish you much luck in your quest."
Leia smiled, "Thanks for all the help. Good-bye."
Indy tugged at Leia and Han's arms, pulling them along. "I'm not joking, these airlines are not patient. We've gotta get going." He lead them toward the stairs into the plane.
Once inside, the three travelers found their seats. There were two on each side of a narrow aisle going back for about 7 rows. At the back, two stewardesses sat, looking bored. Han had a window seat with Indy seated next to him, and Leia across the aisle. Han settled himself in, and strapped on the safety belt. He glanced nervously out the window. Indy was amused. "First time in the air?" he joked.
Han turned around and smiled. "Not quite. Just a little doubting of the worthiness of this craft. Are you positive this thing actually gets off the ground?" he asked. Indy laughed. The plane's engines roared to life, and it began to taxi down the runway.
Leia braced herself at the loud noise. She had been on hundreds of vehicles, but none made this sort of sound. "I'm agreeing with Han on that." she said through gritted teeth. Indy smiled, thinking of how funny it was that these two adventurers of the galaxy were nervous about a plane ride from Cairo to Berlin.
Once the plane was up to it's traveling elevation, things calmed down a bit. A stewardess came by and gave the passengers glasses of water. Leia accepted hers, but only took a small sip. She wasn't feeling the best right now. The stewardess then turned to the other side of the aisle. "Would you like some water sirs..." her pleasant question trailed off as her jaw loosened and her eyes widened. She knew it was rude to stare, but she really couldn't believe her eyes.
Indy grinned, and accepted, "Yes please." Breathlessly, she handed the two look-alikes their drinks, then slowly walked on. Indy handed Han his glass.
"What was the deal with that?" Han asked, half jokingly.
Indy looked at the man seated beside him, wearing a borrowed pair of his brown pants, white shirt, dusty shoes, and besides the missing character fedora, looking exactly like him. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Can't imagine." he said.
Han was thirsty, and admittedly slightly nervous about the long flight in the less than perfect plane. He gulped down his water eagerly. Leia was not fairing well at all. "I..I don't feel so good." she said, clutching her stomach. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, and rushed to the back of the plane where there was a wastebasket. Indy gave Han a quizzical look.
Han shrugged, "She flies all the time, though not exactly like this. You have to in her line of work."
"Yeah, she was telling me about what she does. Seems pretty amazing. She's really a Princess?" Indy asked.
Han smirked, "Yeah, mostly just an honorary title by now.
Suddenly, Indy remembered a question he meant to ask the smuggler. "Leia also said that in the middle of fighting this war you were in, you were gone for a while. 'Detained' is how she said it. What was that about?"
Han's face blanched. Memories of endless hours of consciousness, but not a single breath, flooded his thoughts. His breathing increased and his pulse started pounding a little harder. This was not something he wanted to talk about.
Indy could see that his question had unnerved Han. He was starting to regret prying into what was obviously such a horrible memory. But some part of him still wanted to know what had happened to Han. He decided to let Solo speak if and when he felt like it.
"Frozen," Han said shortly. Indy was puzzled by this single word answer. He stared at Han, whose eyes were shut. Slowly, Solo's eyes opened and he inclined his head slightly toward Jones. "That would be a better word for it. Trapped. Caged. Terrified," Han continued. "Detained," he smirked a bit as he said it. "Leave it to Leia to put it diplomatically."
"How?" was all Indy could manage.
Han shifted. "I was frozen in carbonite. It's this metal we use to freeze gases for shipping. Vader got the bright idea to use it to freeze Luke. But he needed to test it on me, first. And my old buddy Lando was willing to let him. Let him stick me into suspended animation, give me to a ruthless bounty hunter, and be delivered to my worst enemy. I stayed that way, for 6 months. Luckily, Luke, Lando, and Leia had escaped. They saved me and blew up the place," Han retold the story in only two breaths.
Indy was shocked. Shocked and horrified. "Some kind of friend, Lando, turning you over like that. But you said he helped save you?" Indy was puzzled.
"Yeah. He felt really bad for turning me over to Vader. But I can't say I blame him too much. You're bound to do crazy things with someone like Vader breathing down your neck," Han shivered involuntarily at the thought.
"Who was Vader? He had to be horrible... to do something like that to you," Indy had never heard of such a terrible thing, and he felt deeply sorry for Han.
"Vader," Han said the name with obvious spite, "He was the Emperor's top goon. The definition of evil. A twisted combination of man and machine."
Indy clenched his fist in rage, "Man, if I could get my hands on him...." he trailed off, internally fuming.
"The weirdest thing is..." Han said. "He wasn't all evil."
Indy turned to him with a baffled look. "What?" he said.
"He used to be a Jedi, a guardian of the galaxy like Luke. The Emperor twisted him, turned him to the Dark Side." Han tried to explain as best he could what he himself didn't really understand.
"The Dark Side? Of what?" Indy asked.
Han let out a long sigh. "The Force," he said. Indy was about to ask another question when he added, "But don't ask me. Not my subject. You'd have to ask Luke. He's the one who turned him back to bein' good."
Indy's brow wrinkled in confusion, "How?" he inquired.
Han shrugged, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with this subject. "I don't really know. Had something to do with the bond they shared, I guess. Seein' as Vader was his father and all-"
"What?!" Indy gasped.
"Yeah. Anakin Skywalker, who turned into Vader, was Luke and Leia's father." Han explained.
Indy thought about this revelation for a few moments. Leia's father? Leia's own father had done that to Han? What kind of galaxy was going on out there, while Earth stood here, oblivious. He shook his head slowly. "And I thought I had it bad." He and Han resumed their former silence, going back to reading or sipping their water.
Leia finally returned from the aft part of the plane. She sat in her seat and buckled her belt once again.
"Where've you been?" Han asked nonchalantly.
"In the back, impressing the flight attendants with my amazing upchuck reflex," Leia said. "Did you miss me greatly?" she said with an air of mock-innocence.
"Nah. I think I'm rather glad I missed that display, actually," Han said with a grin. "Indy and I have just been talking about my 'detainment' on Tatooine."
Leia's eyes shot over to Indy, who said nothing. She looked back at Han, who seemed to be reasonably under control. "Oh," she said, somewhat confused at the calm way Han referred to being frozen in carbonite. After a moment she added, "I think I'd chose my position anyday."
That comment actually stirred up a laugh in Han. Leia was very happy to see that Han was able to forget the past and move on, something she had always had a hard time doing. "Indy," she said, "don't let Han get started on any more stories. You'll never hear the end of it."
Han glanced at his chrono. "Hey, we've still got 8 hours left in this flight. Man have I got some great stories. You should hear about the time Chewie and I went out into the corporate sector and-" Han was cut off by Leia abruptly leaning over and putting a hand over his mouth. Han gave her an indignant look.
"Han, as much as I'd love to hear some of those stories, I think I should get some sleep," Indy said with a yawn. "We all should. Berlin is not a place you wanna be inattentive in." The archeologist leaned back as far as the chair would allow, and pulled his fedora down over his eyes. Within a few moments, he was fast asleep.
Leia looked over at Han. She gave his arm a little squeeze. "Good-night Han. We've got a big day ahead of us. Get some sleep," and with that, she settled into her chair and closed her eyes. Han yawned and stretched out. Tomorrow, they would wake up in Germany. They would all need to be alert.
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Sallah embraced his friend in a warm hug. "Sallah, please. You're gonna make us miss our flight. We'll be fine, I promise." Indy said for the second time.
Sallah withdrew, and smiled. "Take care of yourself, Indy." he nodded to Han and Leia, "I wish you much luck in your quest."
Leia smiled, "Thanks for all the help. Good-bye."
Indy tugged at Leia and Han's arms, pulling them along. "I'm not joking, these airlines are not patient. We've gotta get going." He lead them toward the stairs into the plane.
Once inside, the three travelers found their seats. There were two on each side of a narrow aisle going back for about 7 rows. At the back, two stewardesses sat, looking bored. Han had a window seat with Indy seated next to him, and Leia across the aisle. Han settled himself in, and strapped on the safety belt. He glanced nervously out the window. Indy was amused. "First time in the air?" he joked.
Han turned around and smiled. "Not quite. Just a little doubting of the worthiness of this craft. Are you positive this thing actually gets off the ground?" he asked. Indy laughed. The plane's engines roared to life, and it began to taxi down the runway.
Leia braced herself at the loud noise. She had been on hundreds of vehicles, but none made this sort of sound. "I'm agreeing with Han on that." she said through gritted teeth. Indy smiled, thinking of how funny it was that these two adventurers of the galaxy were nervous about a plane ride from Cairo to Berlin.
Once the plane was up to it's traveling elevation, things calmed down a bit. A stewardess came by and gave the passengers glasses of water. Leia accepted hers, but only took a small sip. She wasn't feeling the best right now. The stewardess then turned to the other side of the aisle. "Would you like some water sirs..." her pleasant question trailed off as her jaw loosened and her eyes widened. She knew it was rude to stare, but she really couldn't believe her eyes.
Indy grinned, and accepted, "Yes please." Breathlessly, she handed the two look-alikes their drinks, then slowly walked on. Indy handed Han his glass.
"What was the deal with that?" Han asked, half jokingly.
Indy looked at the man seated beside him, wearing a borrowed pair of his brown pants, white shirt, dusty shoes, and besides the missing character fedora, looking exactly like him. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Can't imagine." he said.
Han was thirsty, and admittedly slightly nervous about the long flight in the less than perfect plane. He gulped down his water eagerly. Leia was not fairing well at all. "I..I don't feel so good." she said, clutching her stomach. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, and rushed to the back of the plane where there was a wastebasket. Indy gave Han a quizzical look.
Han shrugged, "She flies all the time, though not exactly like this. You have to in her line of work."
"Yeah, she was telling me about what she does. Seems pretty amazing. She's really a Princess?" Indy asked.
Han smirked, "Yeah, mostly just an honorary title by now.
Suddenly, Indy remembered a question he meant to ask the smuggler. "Leia also said that in the middle of fighting this war you were in, you were gone for a while. 'Detained' is how she said it. What was that about?"
Han's face blanched. Memories of endless hours of consciousness, but not a single breath, flooded his thoughts. His breathing increased and his pulse started pounding a little harder. This was not something he wanted to talk about.
Indy could see that his question had unnerved Han. He was starting to regret prying into what was obviously such a horrible memory. But some part of him still wanted to know what had happened to Han. He decided to let Solo speak if and when he felt like it.
"Frozen," Han said shortly. Indy was puzzled by this single word answer. He stared at Han, whose eyes were shut. Slowly, Solo's eyes opened and he inclined his head slightly toward Jones. "That would be a better word for it. Trapped. Caged. Terrified," Han continued. "Detained," he smirked a bit as he said it. "Leave it to Leia to put it diplomatically."
"How?" was all Indy could manage.
Han shifted. "I was frozen in carbonite. It's this metal we use to freeze gases for shipping. Vader got the bright idea to use it to freeze Luke. But he needed to test it on me, first. And my old buddy Lando was willing to let him. Let him stick me into suspended animation, give me to a ruthless bounty hunter, and be delivered to my worst enemy. I stayed that way, for 6 months. Luckily, Luke, Lando, and Leia had escaped. They saved me and blew up the place," Han retold the story in only two breaths.
Indy was shocked. Shocked and horrified. "Some kind of friend, Lando, turning you over like that. But you said he helped save you?" Indy was puzzled.
"Yeah. He felt really bad for turning me over to Vader. But I can't say I blame him too much. You're bound to do crazy things with someone like Vader breathing down your neck," Han shivered involuntarily at the thought.
"Who was Vader? He had to be horrible... to do something like that to you," Indy had never heard of such a terrible thing, and he felt deeply sorry for Han.
"Vader," Han said the name with obvious spite, "He was the Emperor's top goon. The definition of evil. A twisted combination of man and machine."
Indy clenched his fist in rage, "Man, if I could get my hands on him...." he trailed off, internally fuming.
"The weirdest thing is..." Han said. "He wasn't all evil."
Indy turned to him with a baffled look. "What?" he said.
"He used to be a Jedi, a guardian of the galaxy like Luke. The Emperor twisted him, turned him to the Dark Side." Han tried to explain as best he could what he himself didn't really understand.
"The Dark Side? Of what?" Indy asked.
Han let out a long sigh. "The Force," he said. Indy was about to ask another question when he added, "But don't ask me. Not my subject. You'd have to ask Luke. He's the one who turned him back to bein' good."
Indy's brow wrinkled in confusion, "How?" he inquired.
Han shrugged, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with this subject. "I don't really know. Had something to do with the bond they shared, I guess. Seein' as Vader was his father and all-"
"What?!" Indy gasped.
"Yeah. Anakin Skywalker, who turned into Vader, was Luke and Leia's father." Han explained.
Indy thought about this revelation for a few moments. Leia's father? Leia's own father had done that to Han? What kind of galaxy was going on out there, while Earth stood here, oblivious. He shook his head slowly. "And I thought I had it bad." He and Han resumed their former silence, going back to reading or sipping their water.
Leia finally returned from the aft part of the plane. She sat in her seat and buckled her belt once again.
"Where've you been?" Han asked nonchalantly.
"In the back, impressing the flight attendants with my amazing upchuck reflex," Leia said. "Did you miss me greatly?" she said with an air of mock-innocence.
"Nah. I think I'm rather glad I missed that display, actually," Han said with a grin. "Indy and I have just been talking about my 'detainment' on Tatooine."
Leia's eyes shot over to Indy, who said nothing. She looked back at Han, who seemed to be reasonably under control. "Oh," she said, somewhat confused at the calm way Han referred to being frozen in carbonite. After a moment she added, "I think I'd chose my position anyday."
That comment actually stirred up a laugh in Han. Leia was very happy to see that Han was able to forget the past and move on, something she had always had a hard time doing. "Indy," she said, "don't let Han get started on any more stories. You'll never hear the end of it."
Han glanced at his chrono. "Hey, we've still got 8 hours left in this flight. Man have I got some great stories. You should hear about the time Chewie and I went out into the corporate sector and-" Han was cut off by Leia abruptly leaning over and putting a hand over his mouth. Han gave her an indignant look.
"Han, as much as I'd love to hear some of those stories, I think I should get some sleep," Indy said with a yawn. "We all should. Berlin is not a place you wanna be inattentive in." The archeologist leaned back as far as the chair would allow, and pulled his fedora down over his eyes. Within a few moments, he was fast asleep.
Leia looked over at Han. She gave his arm a little squeeze. "Good-night Han. We've got a big day ahead of us. Get some sleep," and with that, she settled into her chair and closed her eyes. Han yawned and stretched out. Tomorrow, they would wake up in Germany. They would all need to be alert.
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