Chapter 2

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" The buyers are changing their point of trade, to the planet Morrisk." Chewbacca grunted in his own Wookie language.

Han frowned, " Isn't that Roaskal territory? Well I think we've found out at last who our mysterious buyers are, which quadrant is that Chewie?"

Chewie grunted, "45th, but I don't like this. We should be trading on neutral ground."

Han grimaced, "I know buddy, I know. But with how much money they're paying us for this crap, I'd go to the death star to trade. We'll be fine. Besides, Lando said these guys are peaceful. The Roaskals are probably a really nice species."

Chewie's reply was thick with sarcasm, " I know, they're so peaceful a race that they're buying 50 harmless assault blasters, 300 extra thin night run space mines, and 3 power generators that could each power a couple planets by itself."

Chewbacca finished, "But we have nothing to fear, because good ol' Lando says that they're a peaceful race."

Han shrugged, "Yeah," but then his tone turned angry, "Chewie you know Lando, back off! He'd never put us in harms way."

Chewie was silent for a moment, his large brown eyes staring out into infinite. "Sure, like the time he led Darth Vader right to us, don't forget he's the real reason you were frozen in carbonite."

Han felt guilty, "Chewie, I."

"Coming up fast on Morrisk," Chewbacca said, feeling hurt that his own best friend wouldn't trust him. He did have a bad feeling about this.

"I just hope they're expecting us," Han said as they sat down onto the planet's surface.

The Millenium Falcon pitched forward a bit as it tried to find solid ground amidst the swampy floor.

Minutes later, Han and Chewbacca stepped out of the massive ship, unarmed of course. That was the rule of smuggling, if you or the buyer had a weapon, automatic distrust is established.

Except for the fact that Chewie had a small lock pick and three blasters hidden in his fur, they were trustworthy.

Suddenly a group of four Roascals came out of the trees, and very slowly they walked towards the smugglers in single file.

The heat on Morrisk was stifling; already Han was beginning to sweat. The second thing he noticed was the smell. The air gave off a sour smell, kind of like a fretharian slug when it eats.

The lead Roaskal stuck out his hand in a symbol of peace, which Han immediately thought was to shake.

He grasped the alien's hand and shook it, a solid pump up and down twice. "Hi there, I'm Han Solo."

The Roaskal screamed, thinking he was being attacked. A Roaskal with a small helmet on stepped forward and separated their hands. He then took Han's hand and shook it, understanding the all too human gesture.

"Have you come with the goods?" The helmeted Roaskal asked sternly, the translator attached to the headpiece making the voice seem low and robotic.

"Yes," Han said as he relaxed. "Chewie, go get the crates while I talk business with this fine err, man here."

Chewbacca sullenly trudged into the ship, pulling up a panel in the floor to reveal three large crates. He hefted them onto his shoulder easily, heading back out of the ship.

When he sniffed the air though, he smelt trouble. Reaching into his fur, he signaled Han, who was talking to the lead Roaskal, now at ease. Han turned, realizing what Chewbacca was asking him if he should do.

Han didn't see any problems with the trade, he listened as Chewie grunted, "Are you sure, I got a bad feeling. I could take them down in a couple seconds and we can get out of h."

Han shook his hand down at his side, giving a sharp reply of "No!"

His decision was rewarded when a Roaskal stepped up to him with the money. Chewbacca returned to Han's side with the boxes as Han counted the cash.

As he did Chewie studied the Roaskals closely. Their faces looked like some kind of long snouted toad, and their orange eyes slightly glowed. Chewie noticed they had three pupils in each eye, which they had two of in about the same spot as a human would.

They did however have four arms, all containing six fingers. Their hide was slightly scaly, yet a lining of fur ran down their legs. The hair was tangled and messy, unlike Chewbacca's.

For a Wookie he was quite well self-groomed.

Then Chewie realized something with fascination, the limbs that he had mistook for legs were actually arms, protruding from the torso! Their skin also squirmed in a way that made the Wookie want to throw up.

All in all they looked like a big hairy bug with a frog face. While he was lost in his thoughts though, his suspicions of danger gone; everything went to hell.

The Roaskals on some hidden command suddenly pulled crossbow like weapons out of their skin and aimed it at the pair of smugglers. Han, disgusted and horrified dived out of the way as all the weapons fired at once, striking the spot where he had just been standing.

As Chewbacca was clubbed in the head by a pair of Roaskals that had been hiding in the bush close behind, Han was running towards the Falcon.

He reached the doors and quickly got inside, opening a nearby panel to pull out a blaster cannon. Readying himself to go back outside, he took three quick breaths and reached for the door.

Then suddenly, the ship started to rise. He cried out Chewbacca's name as the ship soared higher and higher. Stumbling into the shaking cock-pit he stared in horror at the instruments, which were spinning out of control. Someone was controlling the ship from the outside.

Han saw one last glimpse of Morrisk's surface before the ship kicked into hyperdrive and rocketed away.

That last look would haunt him forever more.

It was of Chewbacca, smoking body being dragged into the swamp. He had been shot to death.