Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, Han Solo, Tahari or Zekk. Please don't sue.
AN. This is a bit crazy, it's meant to be funny. I'll post more later. Enjoy.
Han Solo hadn't expected the singing from Zekk's tent, but even less expected was what he saw when he peaked in…
Tahari and Zekk stood over a table and appeared to be working on something.
"No, he'd be shorter." Tahari muttered.
"Well, let's try it and see." Zekk said as he lifted a doll that looked strangely fimilar. Zekk took a pin and stabbed it into the doll.
Han bit his lip at the sudden pain in his leg.
"No try this." Tahari said as she took the doll and forced it to punch itself.
Han cried out as his own fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him to the ground. He quickly stood and fled toward his own tent thinking of how crazy those to were.
"What was that?" Tahari asked as she poked her head outside followed by Zekk.
"I don't know, I guess this must have gotten some poor mechanic…"
"I thought these didn't work." Tahari said with a little surprise. Zekk just shrugged and threw the doll into a fire pit.
"Want to meditate?"
"Sure." They entered the tent not even hearing the howl of pain else where in the refugee camp.
AN. Thank you for reading. The idea for the doll came from my friend Chaos.
