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Okay, first of all, I'd like to say sorry for the longest gap that I've ever, EVER made a fan put up with. A thousand sorrys to all of you! And a major thanks to Jacintha who pretends not to mind having to call my mobile (cellphone) all the time and all the crap she gets into over the phone bill because of it. And somehow, has the patience to put up with all my ranting complaining and everything else. Thank you!

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And to DSL for the shout-out.

And to Biblehermione for finally getting something up! And a glare directed her way for not telling me! Okay, over it. *snigger*

And here's a new bit!

The loss of format the last time I uploaded this chapter is not my fault. It was all formatted punctuated and everything but somewhere along the uploading process it got all screwed up. And yet some of you had the patience and spare eyeballs to actually read and review the thing. I have to say that I am impressed and flattered to the utmost. This time, *crosses her fingers and looks up* hopes upon hopes, it will show up right! And if it doesn't, feel free to send flames.

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Wedge looked on with amusement at the scene he had walked in on. Both Leia and Chewie were yelling at the top of their lungs at Mon Mothma, General Dodonna, General Madine, Admiral Ackbar and anyone else within range. Given a Wookies roaring capacity, that was a helluva lot of people.

 'Han,' Wedge called out, seeing the Corellian. Solo nodded and went over to the pilot. 'What happened?'

 'Remember those two we chased and Luke picked up?'

 'The lunatics on acid?'

 'Them. Somehow they managed to get hold of some scissors.'

 'Really? How?' Solo shrugged.

 'No-one can figure that out. And no-one knew about it until Leia and Chewie both started roaring.'

 'What did they do?' Wedge asked, though from Leias dishevelled hair, which was usually impeccable, he could hazard a guess.

 'Aisling chopped about six inches off the back of Leias head. Beth somehow managed to,' Solo paused. 'Shave Chewie.'

 'Shave?' Wedge repeated, thinking he heard the other man wrong.

 'Yep. Right to the skin in a patch in the middle of his back.' The person in front of Wedge moved and then he saw it. A big irregular patch of skin and shorter hairs like someone had just grabbed a handful and cut. Wedge whistled.

 'How the hell did she manage that?'

 'Dammed if I know. I've never known anyone to be able to creep up on any Wookie and survive. But to actually cut off a handful of fur into the bargain.' Solo shook his head, disbelief mixed with grudging respect.

 'What did he do?' Wedge asked, fascinated despite himself.

 'Not a thing.'

 'Nothing?!'

 'Nope, Mon Mothma was there at the time, apparently Chewie was talking to her, and that's when Beth pulled off the undoable. Mothma stopped Chewie from flying into a rage over it, so Beth still lives.'

 'And with all appendages attached,' Wedge muttered. 'Force, I would never have believed it.' He nodded towards Leia. 'And what happened her?' Leia was at the time displaying her chopped locks, which she held in her hand.

 'Aisling also managed to get hold of a pair of scissors,' Solo reminded him, watching as Leia ranted. 'She talked Leia into taking her hair down so she could style it.' Solo shrugged, conveying exactly what he thought of that. 'As soon as Leia sat down, out came the shears and off came the hair.'

 'Whose hair?' someone asked. Solo and Wedge turned to see Luke walking towards them, casting an odd look towards Chewie, who had taken over the rant. The two swiftly filled him in.

 'And now they're telling Mon Mothma and everyone else to get rid of them,' Solo finished.

 'But weren't they separated yesterday?' Luke asked. Solo winced at the memory.

 'Oh yes! That kind of hell belongs in no nightmare, so therefore it must have been real-life.'

 'You should know anyway Luke,' Wedge commented. 'You're lucky you aren't bald. Unless,' he smirked, looking downwards.

 'What's this?' Solo asked, curious.

 'The kid here and the,' Wedge paused, listening to Leia. ' "Crazed hell-bitch" got it on last night.'

 'Which one?' Solo asked, grinning madly. Luke grinned again, clearly well-pleased with himself.

 'Aisling.' He shot a look at Wedge. 'You guys weren't, watching, were you?'

 'What? Us?' Wedge asked, acting innocently wounded.

 'You weren't?' Solo frowned. 'Why the hell not?'

 'Well, we were at first, but then Mon Mothma and Dodonna walked in so we had to turn everything off, otherwise you would have been finished extremely quickly.'

Wedge and Solo pissed themselves laughing at the look on Luke's face.

 'Oh Force,' the younger man groaned, putting his head in his hands.

 'Ah, come on Luke,' Wedge said, thumping him lightly on the shoulder. 'Its not like we couldn't hear you two anyway.'

*~*

 'And this happened, how?'

The subject of discussion was Aisling, currently walking around the room, talking to no-one in particular, about apparently nothing. Or at least, nothing that anyone could make any sense of.

 'Well, a while ago she was fine,' Jenkins said. 'Then after Diotia went in there she started, freaking out.'

 'How?'

 'Screaming. Running around. Battering on the door. Then she sat in a corner and just, rocked.' Beth stared at him.

 'Staring at the floor?' Mumbling? Giggling occasionally?'

 'Yeah. How did you know?' Beth gave him a look and sighed heavily.

 'How long ago was this?'

 'About an hour ago?'

 'And you wait until now to bring me up?' Muttering a curse, Beth pushed past him and opened the door. She paused. 'By the way, what species is, Diotia?' Jenkins shrugged.

 'Gungan, why?'

  'Oh dear Gods,' Beth groaned, then went in and closed the door behind her.

*~*

 '--- mean I know that I've only got to wait three years to see it all happen, but I wont be able to be there for all of it! It wont be possible!' Aisling moaned. 'I mean, the film develops on a parallel time line. So I can either go to Dagobah, or Besbin, not both! And that is just not fair! That means I've got to choose between Yoda and Lando! I cant do that!' she wailed.

 'Er, Aisling?' Beth asked hesitantly. It had been quite a while since she had since she had seen her friend in a rant like this -the day after coming back from a month long family holiday three years ago was the last one-  and never this bad.

 'On the one hand you got Yoda. Yoda!  For whom I know all the dialogue! All of it!! Well, except for some parts in Episode Two cos its still in the cinema and Episode Three obviously cos its not even made yet! I wonder have they begun filming on it?'

 'Aisling.'

 'Three is supposed to be the one where Hayden Christianson puts on the mask and is thrown into the molten pit. Or is it volcano? Some say pit, others say volcano, either way its cos of fighting Ewan McGregor cos of Ian MacDiamands bad influence. But its gonna be two years till its released!!!' she whined.

 'Aisling!' Beth shouted, trying to get her attention. Nothing doing.

 'But after that, there's gonna be no more Episodes!' she gasped.

Beth decided to go for shock treatment.

 'Aisling,'  she said. 'I see Oliver Wood.' The girl in question barely looked in her direction.

 '---say that there's gonna be more to take place after Episode Six but there are books that take up straight after that right up to nearly thirty years after it! Which means,' she continued on more thoughtfully. 'That it'll probably be like the New Jedi Order series on film. Or maybe even after that. Like a Chosen One of the future. That'd be so deadly!' She frowned. 'But how can I wait that long?'

 'Ewan McGregor?' Beth asked, still trying to get a reaction. 'Hayden Christianson? Draco?!'

 'I mean I'm going on about Episode Five here and that's only three years to wait, how can I wait thirty, and I never figured out which to go to, Besbin or Dagobah.'

 'Are you remembering to breathe?' Beth asked suspiciously.

 'Ho can I choose between Lando and Yoda? Lando is soooooo fine and he's got the whole Baron-Administrator thing going and Besbin's where the whole carbonite choppy-handy thing happens which would be so much deadlier live,' she gushed.

Beth chewed on her lower lip. It had been quite a while since she'd needed to do this and it had never been on Aisling. Absently, she wondered if she'd survive.

 'Okay,' she muttered, rubbing her hands together, waiting for the right time.

 'But then there's Yoda! And just, Yoda! Who kicks ass! Some serious Sith ass and yet somehow manages not to slice whiney people into thin super-heated slivers!'

 'Here goes,' Beth said, and did it.

Aisling turned around and got cut off midsentence when she walked into a double slap that set her ears ringing. She blinked.

 'Hey Beth,' she said after a moment. 'How long you been there?' And then, being Aisling, returned the favour.

*~*

 'That went well,' Han muttered as a fight started between the pair. Him and Chewie had arrived after Beth went in. Jenkins nodded silently.

 \You think we should?\ Chewie asked.

 'Why not?' Han replied.

 \Do you want a list?\

*~*

Couple of hours later.

 'Oh. Dear. Gods.'

 'What? It was funny.'

 'Oh. Dear. Gods.' Aisling and Beth had been shoved into a bigger room by themselves, not counting the trio of guards at the door and all the bugs, of course. 'You shaved a Wookie.' Aisling thought about that sentence. 'There is no way to say that without making it sound wrong,' she laughed and then yawned hugely.

 'Well?' Beth was saying. 'You cut half of that princess whatever's hair off.'

 'Hardly half,' Aisling retorted, whilst folding her arms on the table and resting her head on them. 'it was all broken and rats tails for the last five or six inches,' she continued, though a bit muffled. 'She's still got hair to the waist and more than three years to grow it back.' Beth let it lie, looking at her friend who was falling asleep on a hard chair and rickety table.

 'So,' Beth said innocently. 'Who was it?'

 'Mmm?' Aisling asked drowsily, cracking open an eye. 'What?'

 'Who. Was. It?' Aisling groaned and sat up.

 'What makes you think that?' she asked, stretching. Beth raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed, smiling. 'Skywalker.'

 'Skywalker?' Beth repeated. 'The blonde whinge?'

 'He isn't that bad.'

 'Hey, I didn't come up with the name,' Beth reminded her. Aisling seemed to falter for a moment.

 'That was before I knew him,' she said in recovery. Beth's grin said it all. Aisling smirked in reply.

 'And?' Beth coaxed. The door opened before Aisling could answer, to the relief of the guards.

In swept Mon Mothma followed by Dodonna, Madine and Leia, who glared icily at Aisling as she sat down.

Beth and Aisling sat back and watched as the four got themselves settled, the guards left and the door was closed.

Mon Mothma began, 'According to our sources, Vader and the Emperor seem to think that you,' she directed at Aisling. 'Know aspects of the future. We do not share this belief, however we do know that you,' she again directed at Aisling. Beth was beginning to feel left out. 'Possess knowledge that others are not privy to.'

 'And you think this, because?' Aisling asked bluntly.

Mon Mothma pressed a button and a recording sounded.

 "They want what's in my head!" they all heard Aislings voice yell, translated thanks to C3PO. Mothma stopped the recording.

 'What makes you thing that I'd want to help you?' Aisling sneered. 'Many believe you are doomed to failure.'

They clearly expected this as when Mon Mothma pressed the button again, Beths voice laughed, again thanks to C3PO:

 "Cos we all know how much you love the Empire and all it stands for!"

Aisling stared stonily at Mon Mothma as she stopped the recording.

Dodonna leaned forward. 'We know that you two are favourites of Vader. This alone would earn your deaths at the hands of most people.' Beth and Aisling looked at each other and started sniggering.

 'Lad,' Beth laughed 'I heard better threats than that from second class.'

Dodonna shrugged. 'So you may have. We're not here to threaten you anyway. Yes Aisling, as you guessed, we want what's in your head.'

 'You cant afford it,' she retorted. Leia snorted.

 'You and Solo would make a great couple,' she muttered. Aisling looked at her, eyebrow raised.

 'Sorry? You think Solo and I would be good together?' She started giggling.

 'Yeah,' Beth jumped in. 'Solo's mine.' As the four Rebels looked on in surprise, Aisling turned a look on Beth.

 'What?' Aisling asked slowly. 'Was that?'

 'Alright, alright,' Beth grumbled after a moment, backing down. 'Solo's hers.'

 'See that you remember,' Aisling snapped in Angelus fashion.

 'Okay,' Madine said after blinking several times, resolutely not looking at the mortified princess at the far end of the table. 'Lets cut to the chase Aisling. What do you know?'

Before Aisling could snap a reply, Beth looked around.

 'Hey,' she whined. 'Where's the big dog?'

*~*

 'Are we done yet?'

 'No.'

 'Are we done yet?'

 'No.'

'Are we done yet?'

 'No.'

While Leia, Dodonna, and Mon Mothma questioned, or attempted to question, Aisling, Beth was annoying the living hell out of General Crix Madine. Needless to say, she thought the boy out of "The Mummy Returns" was the best ever.

'Are we done yet?'

 'No.'

'Are we done yet?'

 'No.'

'Are we done yet?'

 'No!'

'Are we done yet?'

 'No!'

'Are?'

 'No!'

'We?'

 'No!'

'Done?'

 'No!'

'Yet?'

 'No!' Madine shouted, to the surprise of the others, barring Beth and Aisling of course. 'We are not done yet!! Now shut the hell up about it!!!'

 'Okay, okay, okay,' Beth muttered huffily. 'I was only asking a question.'

Mon Mothma turned back to Aisling and left the job of restraining Madine to Dodonna.

 'What do you know of Carida?' she asked. Aisling rolled her eyes.

 'A planet-full of troopers,' she sighed. 'Oh if only I knew the co-ordinates!'

 'What of troop movements?'

 'Nothing,' Aisling said straight off.

 'I find that hard to believe,' Leia said. Aisling smirked.

 'Normally I would agree but its so difficult getting information from people who are running in the opposite direction, don't you think?'

 'According to our reports,' Leia countered. 'A fair number ran towards you.'

 'That's true,' Aisling nodded. 'But they're always too thick to know where they've been never mind where they're going so they're no help to anyone.' She shrugged. 'Well, maybe as targets.'

 'Or punching bags,' Beth supplied.

 'Flight practise.' Beth gave Aisling a sour look at that one.

 'During which they deafen everyone within a three-mile radius.' Aisling groaned at the memory.

 'I know! My ears rang for ten minutes after they shut up.'

 'Surely you mean smashed into the tarmac.'

 'Whatever.' She turned back to the four. 'Shopping bag holders.'

 'Portable wallets.'

 'Buyers of drinks.'

 'Transport.'

 'Drivers and manual.'

 'Room service.'

 'Bed warmers.'

 'We get the point,' Dodonna said hurriedly before they could go any further. *No bloody wonder there's only a weak search for them* he thought.

 'Oh don't give me that look princess,' Aisling was saying. 'If the stormtroopers weren't so over-confident to the point of stupidity and brainwashed to where an independent thought is a miracle they would have wiped the floor with the entire Rebel Alliance and you bloody know it.' The looks shot at her by the four sitting opposite gave whole new meanings to the term 'death glare.'

 'Can I join the conversation now?' Beth whined. 'Its boring just listening.'

 'Not yet,' Aisling replied. 'Go back to sleep.'

 'Ok,' Beth grumbled and cushioned her head with her folded arms on the table.

 'Now,' Aisling said, turning back to Mon Mothma. 'The next question would be?'

The Rebel Leader opened her mouth to speak, just as Beth murmured, 'Mmm, George.' 

*~*

The captain looked oddly at the Sith Lord out of the corner of his eye. If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that Vader was trying to stop himself from drumming his fingers. They were in a meeting with other officers of the starship. He had seen the black-clad figure remain straight-backed and attentive to every nuance and turn of every word and expression for meetings, conferences, and court appearances that usually lasted days. But now, Vader was fidgeting like a red-raw recruit and the meeting had only gone on for, the captain looked at his chronometer, barely an hour! The Imperial officer had to restrain himself from reprimanding the Sith as he would an impatient gunner under his command.

Just as the captain realized this, the black helmet swung around and he found himself to have Vaders full attention.

*~*

The Sith Lord looked on, bemused as the captain gulped, went pale and finally ducked his head. Slowly, he turned the helmet back to the commander, and out of the corner of his eye, saw the captain visibly sag about three inches.

Vader was bored. For the first time he could remember. Bored out of his shiny black helmet. Idly, he toyed with the idea of throttling all the officers at once, then tossed it away. It was difficult enough to get good men as it was.

Force, he wanted to get out of there! Those dammed troopers were barely bothering to search, thinking that he wouldn't know when they just walked around Imperial City with their rifles on their shoulders and never looking left or right. He knew that if he could just grab five minutes to meditate, he would find Aisling and Beth and be able to pinpoint their exact location. But his dammed duties and the dammed Emperor were making sure that he barely had time to turn around, never mind relax. This was the seventh meeting in three days and they were all the same stupid monotonous mumbling.

Vader realized that his gloves were tapping out a tattoo on the shiny table and he swiftly quelled it. The officers around the table had been watching his hand as if hypnotised and now they instinctively ducked their heads when it stopped.

Vader looked at them for a few seconds while they sheepishly sat straight again, then cleared his throat. Each one of them jumped a foot in the air, one missing his chair on the way down and crashing to the floor. The Sith watched with interest as he scrambled madly to get back into his chair and attempted to gather his dignity.

*Now I know why those two always do this sort of thing* Vader thought, watching the commander as he gathered his papers back together. *This is fun*

 'Whenever you're ready,' Vader said in a silky voice. 'Commander.' The poor man visibly gulped and accidentally scattered the pile again.

Vader sat back and waited, no longer bored.

*Maybe this meeting wont be so bad after all*

*~*

Aisling stared woodenly at Mon Mothma, wondering when the woman would get the hint and bugger off. But then again, rebels as a species tend to be notorious about ignoring hints, especially the stop-and-go-away variety.

Beside her Beth appeared to be counting the cracks in the ceiling, between huffing pointedly and drumming her fingers loudly on the table.

 'I cannot take this anymore,' she hissed between her teeth. Aisling shrugged.

 'Same everything I've said before.'

 'All these words they make no sense,' Beth growled. 'I found bliss in ignorance.'

 'Less I hear the less you say,' Aisling snarled at Mothma. 'You'll find that out anyway.'

 'Just like before,' Beth sighed.

The four rebels blinked and leaned backwards as both jumped to their feet and moshed wildly as they roared through the chorus.

 'Everything you say to me!'

 'Takes me one step closer to the edge and Im about to break!'

 'I need a little room to breath!'

 'Cos Im one step closer to the edge and Im about to break!'

 'I find the answers aren't so clear,' Aisling half-sang half-sighed.

Dodonna rubbed his temples as they went on. This was gonna take a while.

*~*

 'I miss Vader,' was the sudden announcement. 'It's no fun here.'

Aisling grinned as the four Rebels stared at the other girl in varying degrees of astonishment.

 'Oh yes,' she said. 'Annoying the Dark Side out of an extremely powerful Sith Lord and his Emperor. Much fun.'

 'It was!'

 'I know it was. That's why I said it.'

 'But you said it sarcastically.'

 'Did I?' Aisling asked, feigning surprise, then laughed as Beth made a face at her.

 'Let me get this straight,' Leia said. Despite having decided long before to not fry brain-cells in the useless attempt at understanding either of them, curiosity over-rode common sense. 'You want Vader, Darth Vader, here? Now?'

 'Yep,' Beth replied happily. 'He's fun.' She and Aisling immediately cracked up at the looks on the others faces.

 'Even though he broke your foot?' Aisling asked after a while.

 'He broke your foot?' Madine repeated.

 'She kicked him.' Aisling paused. 'Correction, attempted to kick him in the bollix. The body armour got in the way.'

 'You kicked Darth Vader?' Mon Mothma asked, slightly shocked. 'In the balls?'

 'Well I had to,' Beth whined. 'He wouldn't give me my wallet back.' As she said this, she automatically searched for her wallet. 'Where is it?' she asked after a moment. 'Where's my wallet?'

Dodonna watched as Aislings head spun around to stare in horror at her friend who was conducting a second and third search of her pockets and person.

 'Alright,' Beth said at last. 'Who's got my wallet?' There was a screeching noise as Aislings chair shot ten foot backwards to slam into the wall.

 'Wallet?' Mon Mothma asked. 'What wallet?'

 'My wallet!' Beth yelled, standing. 'With my picture of George in it! Where's my George picture?!'

 'You didn't come in with a wallet,' Dodonna said, leaning backwards despite himself. He held out a list, which Beth snatched out of his hand and read hurriedly.

 'This is what we had when we came in here,' she growled. 'My wallet isn't on it.' Aisling, who could add two and two and get four quite quickly when she had to, began sidling towards the door. 'That means I didn't have it coming in here.' Aisling was at the door and heaving on the handle with all her might. 'And I had it leaving the palace.' She started slamming her shoulder against the door, trying to break it down before Beth completed the sequence. 'Which means I lost it over Imperial City.' There was a horrible silence. 'AISLING!!!!!'

After a couple of minutes Madine leaned over to Mon Mothma.

 'Think we should stop them?' he asked, looking at the two best friends, currently engaged in the dirtiest, most vicious fight any of them had ever seen.

 'Why?' Mon Mothma asked back. 'There'll be one less to deal with.'

Beth managed to get a lock around Aislings throat and slammed her down onto the table.

 'You Bitch!!' she roared at top volume an inch from Aislings face. 'You lost me my wallet!!! And my picture!!! You lost my picture of George!!!!' she screamed, bouncing Aislings head off the table at each word. Aisling didn't pay much attention to this, having locked her hands around Beths throat.

In the middle of this, Luke walked in and stopped dead at the sight of the two girls killing each other on the table where four Rebel leaders were seated.   

 'Er, hi?' he asked. Both Beth and Aisling stopped and looked up at him, looking annoyed at being interrupted. Beth pulled in a deep breath to roar at him, then saw what was in his hand.

 'My wallet!' she squealed, leaping across the room, dragging Aisling along as a matter of course.

 'Stop right there Bethany Marie Walsh!' Aisling yelled from the floor. She rolled to her feet as Beth halted and spun around.

 'What?!'

 'Hands off,' Aisling snapped, moving between Beth and Luke. 'I saw him first.' She smirked. 'Both here and back home.'

 'But he's got my wallet,' Beth whined. Without breaking eye-contact, Aisling reached down, took the wallet out of Lukes hand and held it out. Beth grabbed it and giggled, hugging it to her. She started to move around Aisling to get to Luke, but was stopped short by Aislings hand suddenly being clamped around her throat.

 'Back,' Aisling growled. 'Off.'

 'But can't I thank him for returning my wallet?' Beth asked innocently, winking at Luke, who grinned back.  The look that Aisling shot him over her shoulder got rid of it quickly.

 'I know exactly what kind of gratitude you mean,' she said turning back to Beth. 'And you can wipe that thought and all associated thoughts straight outta your feeble little mind cos it ain't happening. Ever.'

 'But you've already had him,' Beth pointed out.

 'And I'm keeping him. This is one main character that you're not getting your claws into.'

 'But Han! And Vader! Who else is there?' Aisling considered.

 'Okay, point taken.'

 'Good,' Beth smirked moving forward, only to nearly crash into the table due to a shove from Aisling.

 'Make that a genre that you're not getting your claws into,' Aisling corrected, hands on hips.

 'But then who can I get?' Beth wailed. 'There's no stormtroopers around here you know!'

 'Well, there's General Crix Madine over there,' Aisling said off-hand, which earned her an instant death mark.

 'Which one's Madine?'

 'Guy on the left.' There was a contemplative silence.

 'I dunno. Is he any good?' Aisling shrugged, indicating that for all its information trivia and general nonsense that her brain could absorb in relation to Star Wars, information on characters performance in bed was hard to come by.

 'He's Corellian,' she offered. 'That's something at least. Mind you,' she added thoughtfully, smiling back to the man behind him. 'Luke's Tatooinian so you cant really rely on it.'

 'Hmm,' Beth mused. 'We'll see how it goes.'

Madine finally found his voice, keenly aware of Dodonna and Leia shaking with silent laughter and Mon Mothma a few light-seconds from bursting beside him.

 'I'm sitting right here!' he yelled in indignation and horror.

 'I know,' Beth answered. 'I looking right at you.' The table was starting to shake from the other three Rebels silent convulsions.

 'Don't we get a choice in this?' Luke asked as Madine gaped in fury and bewilderment.

 'In what?' Aisling frowned, genuinely puzzled. Beth was looking at the three seated at the table slowly recover with an odd look on her face.

 'This. The deciding of who you go with.'

 'Oh that.' The two girls looked at each other for a moment.

 'Nah!'