Other star wars universe
Han Solo paced back and forth in the room, knowing he should be working on his Force exercises.
But he couldn't concentrate, wishing, yet dreading, that using the force might bring him another vision of his other self, other life, or whatever it was...
But he had to do something. He couldn't just pace back and forth all day.
So he collapsed into a chair and flipped on the holo news.
It was boring, as usual, and it soon had him drifting off into a mind-numbing state.
Lando, flashing a suave grin, said, "You first Han?"
Han scowled, then flipped his cards down. "Nothing."
Lando's smile, if possible, grew even wider. He lined each card out, one by one, as if prolonging the moment. At the last card, he looked up, and bestowed that smile of the rest of the audience, then turned to Han. "Idiots array my friend. I believe I win."
Han Solo jolted awake the echo of the dream, vision? Echoing in his mind he'd been playing sabbac with his old friend Lando... Friend? Hah! As if. He'd been the one to get him stuck in the carbonite to begin with.
But he couldn't help remember another time, what seemed like another life when he'd thought Lando was his friend, where they'd played many games of sabbac together, Han often losing, but it was fun just the same.
That was so long ago.....
Suddenly he shot up out of his chair and lashed out, knocking the dresser beside his bed over, contents spilling about the floor.
A deck of sabbac cards spilled out.
The only cards facing up were the first to towards the idiots array.....
Curse these force damned memories!
He almost kicked at the scattered contents of the dresser in his anger, then stopped.
And then he very carefully picked up each and every card and put it back in desk.
Including the idiot.
******
Other star wars galaxy
Leia sighed deeply as she walked into the royal chambers, returning from yet another audience in the throne room.
She was tired, so tired. Tired of politics, tired of being the Queen Mother, and sometimes, times like right now, tired of life.
It seemed to Leia that her life consisted of one round of diplomatic negotiations and confrontations. after another. In her political and personal life.
Although it seemed as if there was alot more of the former then the later.
With some relief she pulled the gauzy modesty veil the Queen Mother wore of her face and with a sudden feeling of recklessness, threw it to the floor and ground viciously it under her heel.
Then she left the delicate and formerly flawless fabric where she'd left it.
Then she went into the next room, taking off her tight heeled shoes as she did so, her bare feet meeting richly colored deep fabric.
Then she collapsed into a ornate looking couch by a window, laying a hand over her closed eyes.
She felt the beginnings of a throbbing headache there.
But today those politicians had been more then enough to give anyone a headache. They had argued endlessly over inconsequential things, totally ignoring any of the real issues.
She had eventually given up trying to say anything until they had exhausted their store of complaints.
When they finally did--then she had spoken and drove the discussion towards important things.
But it had taken hours.....
"Must you throw things about so? It makes a horrorable mess to clean up."
A disdainful voice cut into her thoughts and Lie sighed again, replying without taking her hand of her eyes.
"Why do you care? Its not like your the one who has to clean it up."
Leia sounded tired, she'd had enough of arguing already today.
"No, the servants do."
"As if you cared about servants. Or anyone else but yourself." snapped Leia, resentment creeping into your voice.
"Thats not true and you know it dear. I care about you, and I care about our daughter. If she saw you like this, what kind of example for a Queen Mother would you be setting?"
Leia took her hand of her eyes and abruptly sat up, her eyes snapping angrily as glared at Isolder.
"If you care about me, then you have a awful twisted way of showing it!" hissed Leia, and Isolders handsome face showed astonishment, and disapproval at her show of temper.
"Calm yourself," he said with exaggerated patience "You've just had a rough day, do you want our daughter to see you like this?"
Leia came to her feet and in a instant, her already fragile control snapping. "Don't you mean your daughter? She's not mine, no more then any other of the numerous blonde haired children of servants running about are."
Isolder came to his feet as well, towering over her, shouting a inch from her face. "You dare to question my honor?!"
Leia's voice was cold, her expression hard. His shouting and temper tantrums no longer had the power to move her.
"What honor?"
Isolder gaped at her in astonishment for a moment before taking a breath to shout again.
But Leia interrupted him before he even started.
"Now now, calm down dear" she mocked, "You wouldn't want our daughter to see you treat the queen mother this way, its setting a bad example."
And with that she turned and left the room without a backward glance.
The earlier promise of a headache and roared to a full blown throbbing behind her eyes. Perhaps it was good she didn't have more personal life thought Leia bitterly, for blathering politicians were infinitely preferable to this.
*****
Han Solo paced back and forth in the room, knowing he should be working on his Force exercises.
But he couldn't concentrate, wishing, yet dreading, that using the force might bring him another vision of his other self, other life, or whatever it was...
But he had to do something. He couldn't just pace back and forth all day.
So he collapsed into a chair and flipped on the holo news.
It was boring, as usual, and it soon had him drifting off into a mind-numbing state.
Lando, flashing a suave grin, said, "You first Han?"
Han scowled, then flipped his cards down. "Nothing."
Lando's smile, if possible, grew even wider. He lined each card out, one by one, as if prolonging the moment. At the last card, he looked up, and bestowed that smile of the rest of the audience, then turned to Han. "Idiots array my friend. I believe I win."
Han Solo jolted awake the echo of the dream, vision? Echoing in his mind he'd been playing sabbac with his old friend Lando... Friend? Hah! As if. He'd been the one to get him stuck in the carbonite to begin with.
But he couldn't help remember another time, what seemed like another life when he'd thought Lando was his friend, where they'd played many games of sabbac together, Han often losing, but it was fun just the same.
That was so long ago.....
Suddenly he shot up out of his chair and lashed out, knocking the dresser beside his bed over, contents spilling about the floor.
A deck of sabbac cards spilled out.
The only cards facing up were the first to towards the idiots array.....
Curse these force damned memories!
He almost kicked at the scattered contents of the dresser in his anger, then stopped.
And then he very carefully picked up each and every card and put it back in desk.
Including the idiot.
******
Other star wars galaxy
Leia sighed deeply as she walked into the royal chambers, returning from yet another audience in the throne room.
She was tired, so tired. Tired of politics, tired of being the Queen Mother, and sometimes, times like right now, tired of life.
It seemed to Leia that her life consisted of one round of diplomatic negotiations and confrontations. after another. In her political and personal life.
Although it seemed as if there was alot more of the former then the later.
With some relief she pulled the gauzy modesty veil the Queen Mother wore of her face and with a sudden feeling of recklessness, threw it to the floor and ground viciously it under her heel.
Then she left the delicate and formerly flawless fabric where she'd left it.
Then she went into the next room, taking off her tight heeled shoes as she did so, her bare feet meeting richly colored deep fabric.
Then she collapsed into a ornate looking couch by a window, laying a hand over her closed eyes.
She felt the beginnings of a throbbing headache there.
But today those politicians had been more then enough to give anyone a headache. They had argued endlessly over inconsequential things, totally ignoring any of the real issues.
She had eventually given up trying to say anything until they had exhausted their store of complaints.
When they finally did--then she had spoken and drove the discussion towards important things.
But it had taken hours.....
"Must you throw things about so? It makes a horrorable mess to clean up."
A disdainful voice cut into her thoughts and Lie sighed again, replying without taking her hand of her eyes.
"Why do you care? Its not like your the one who has to clean it up."
Leia sounded tired, she'd had enough of arguing already today.
"No, the servants do."
"As if you cared about servants. Or anyone else but yourself." snapped Leia, resentment creeping into your voice.
"Thats not true and you know it dear. I care about you, and I care about our daughter. If she saw you like this, what kind of example for a Queen Mother would you be setting?"
Leia took her hand of her eyes and abruptly sat up, her eyes snapping angrily as glared at Isolder.
"If you care about me, then you have a awful twisted way of showing it!" hissed Leia, and Isolders handsome face showed astonishment, and disapproval at her show of temper.
"Calm yourself," he said with exaggerated patience "You've just had a rough day, do you want our daughter to see you like this?"
Leia came to her feet and in a instant, her already fragile control snapping. "Don't you mean your daughter? She's not mine, no more then any other of the numerous blonde haired children of servants running about are."
Isolder came to his feet as well, towering over her, shouting a inch from her face. "You dare to question my honor?!"
Leia's voice was cold, her expression hard. His shouting and temper tantrums no longer had the power to move her.
"What honor?"
Isolder gaped at her in astonishment for a moment before taking a breath to shout again.
But Leia interrupted him before he even started.
"Now now, calm down dear" she mocked, "You wouldn't want our daughter to see you treat the queen mother this way, its setting a bad example."
And with that she turned and left the room without a backward glance.
The earlier promise of a headache and roared to a full blown throbbing behind her eyes. Perhaps it was good she didn't have more personal life thought Leia bitterly, for blathering politicians were infinitely preferable to this.
*****