Chap 6, Part 2
Arlon Base, 220 days from B.O.E, 1800h
Luke was safe and recovering, that was what was important. Why couldn't Han think that way? She wished that for once Han could let bygones be bygones. It was not as if Lyanna Arlon had given Luke over to the Imperials, she was as much a victim as they were in that sense.
There certainly was no love lost between the Empire and the Arlon Network. In all other matters, Ray aka Reynold Arlon had made sure that the Network remained neutral; except when in came to the Empire. He had infuriated the Imps by repeatedly refusing to conduct negotiations for an alliance with the Empire.
In fact, Leia suspected that Arlon would not have traded with them at all if there had not been a need to conceal his own rebel sympathies. The few times she had met the man had left a lasting impression on her. He reminded her of Bail Organa, her REAL father. Biological differences aside, Bail would always be her father, no matter that she knew who her birth father was or circumstances which had surrounded her mother.
"Hey Leia!" Leia turned around and was greeted by the sight of Luke limping towards her awkwardly on a pair of crutches. "Luke!" sh exclaimed before warmly embracing her brother and helping him to a seat. she glanced down at him, drawing her eyebrows together.
" Uh Oh! I know that look. What have I done now?" Luke asked his sister, his mouth stretched into an impish grin, a mischievious look on his face.
Leia just shook her head in mock dismay, a slight smile tugging at her lips, as she studied her brother. He was wearing a loose blue shirt through which his bandaged left shoulder could be seen. His slacks were a dull grey and had been cut off a little below his knee, so that it would be easier to tend to his broken right leg and severely bruised left ankle. From the way he had gingerly lowered himself into the chair, she knew his ribs were still hurting. The bruising on his face had long since faded to a light yellow. "You shouldn't be out so soon you know!"
"Yes ma'am", Luke said keeping a poker face.
He looked different. His voice was deeper, more firm than it had ever been, even during his days as a rebel commander. Then again, maybe it was just because of his clothes- he rarely wore anything other then black nowadays.
a/n:Pls R&R if you liked it!!
Arlon Base, 220 days from B.O.E, 1800h
Luke was safe and recovering, that was what was important. Why couldn't Han think that way? She wished that for once Han could let bygones be bygones. It was not as if Lyanna Arlon had given Luke over to the Imperials, she was as much a victim as they were in that sense.
There certainly was no love lost between the Empire and the Arlon Network. In all other matters, Ray aka Reynold Arlon had made sure that the Network remained neutral; except when in came to the Empire. He had infuriated the Imps by repeatedly refusing to conduct negotiations for an alliance with the Empire.
In fact, Leia suspected that Arlon would not have traded with them at all if there had not been a need to conceal his own rebel sympathies. The few times she had met the man had left a lasting impression on her. He reminded her of Bail Organa, her REAL father. Biological differences aside, Bail would always be her father, no matter that she knew who her birth father was or circumstances which had surrounded her mother.
"Hey Leia!" Leia turned around and was greeted by the sight of Luke limping towards her awkwardly on a pair of crutches. "Luke!" sh exclaimed before warmly embracing her brother and helping him to a seat. she glanced down at him, drawing her eyebrows together.
" Uh Oh! I know that look. What have I done now?" Luke asked his sister, his mouth stretched into an impish grin, a mischievious look on his face.
Leia just shook her head in mock dismay, a slight smile tugging at her lips, as she studied her brother. He was wearing a loose blue shirt through which his bandaged left shoulder could be seen. His slacks were a dull grey and had been cut off a little below his knee, so that it would be easier to tend to his broken right leg and severely bruised left ankle. From the way he had gingerly lowered himself into the chair, she knew his ribs were still hurting. The bruising on his face had long since faded to a light yellow. "You shouldn't be out so soon you know!"
"Yes ma'am", Luke said keeping a poker face.
He looked different. His voice was deeper, more firm than it had ever been, even during his days as a rebel commander. Then again, maybe it was just because of his clothes- he rarely wore anything other then black nowadays.
a/n:Pls R&R if you liked it!!