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Mirage of the Midnight Sun
A skywalker family fic.Slightly AU, follows the plot of the series but has a few tweeks here and there. Starts with Vader capturing Leia on EP IV. I cant remember much of the dialogue and some names of the officers and stuff, so forgive me if i have to improvise.
Chapter 14: Han Solo
"Stay sharp! There are two more coming in; they're going to try to cut us off."
Han Solo tried his best to expertly maneuver the Millennium Falcon between two advancing Imperial Star Destroyers...Our passengers were hotter than i thought...he mused as another blast rocked the freighter...better get those coordinates fast, or we're surely going to fry..."Why don't you outrun them? I thought you said this thing was fast." He heard the farm boy speak from behind. Han almost laughed at the young man's naivette. First time out of his own planet, maybe. The kid must not know that outrunning Star Destroyers were not as easy as working on some farm down that God forsaken crap that was Tatooine. As far as he was concerned the only reason he ever goes there was to "confer" with his "boss", Inter-Galactic Crime Lord Jabba the Hutt. Normally, Han never really messed up, but in the case of the last contraband, there was no other way than mess up, or be messed-up (they were carrying another batch of smuggled spice when their ship crossed paths with an Imperial Inspection Unit on Planet Bevelle, so naturally, Han and Chewie had no choice but to get rid of the incriminating cargo, the thing was to avoid as much Imperial entanglements as possible) ...as he had put it while bargaining with Jabba earlier, more like trying to persuade his old "friend" to get that ridiculously high price off his head...can't believe that fatty-slime even sent the pathetic Greedo to put my lights out, too bad i was too damn good for a low-life like him ...he contemplated when another deadly blast almost sent him sprawling on the floor."Hey, everyone fine back there?" he shouted, before he could stop himself...since when did Han Solo worry about others besides himself and Chewie?...the kid...Luke...was that his name?...whatever, was about to ask another probably annoying query..."Watch your mouth, kid, or you're going to find yourself floating home. We'll be safe enough once we make the jump to hyperspace. Besides, I know a few maneuvers. We'll lose them!"...that wasn't the most reassuring statement of all time but enough to keep this excessively curious passenger quiet...the last thing he needed was a lengthy complaint coming from someone who shouldn't....in his opinion...in fact he wouldn't even be taking this bunch if he wasn't so desperate to pay up his debt to Jabba...no way...but when you think about it the offer wasn't so bad either, two thousand in advance...fifteen when they get to Alderaan....if they ever get to Alderaan.
It gets worse, this time a blast flared just outside the window. Chewbacca grunted impatiently..."Here's where the fun begins!" the pirate gave yet another irony-leaden statement as the Falcon dodged two more lethal deathrays..."How long before you can make the jump to light speed?" the old man asked..."It'll take a few moments to get the coordinates from the navi-computer." Han replied harriedly while Chewbacca was furiously trying to keep the ship out of the firing range...which seemed to work for a while...until another violent tremor overcame the Corellian vessel.."Are you kidding?! At the rate they're gaining..." Luke's voice quivered with panic..That's it! Han's patience was out.."Traveling through hyperspace isn't like dusting crops, boy! Without precise calculations we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova and that'd end your trip real quick, wouldn't it?"..The ship was now constantly battered with blasts from all directions..."What's that flashing?" Luke asked as a red warning light begins to illuminate the cockpit..."We're losing our deflector shield. Go strap yourself in, I'm going to make the jump to light speed."...All of a sudden the galaxy seemed to brighten, the stars appeared to embrace the tiny ship into it's comforting warmth. They finally made it to hyperspace, away from the menacing prescence of the Empire.
"Well, you can forget your troubles with those Imperial slugs. I told you I'd outrun 'em."...I know I sound confident, maybe too confident to some...but hey, it's me...came a thought.
No reaction whatsoever from anyone. "Don't everybody thank me at once."...he said in a more forceful tone this time....no reaction still...time to change tactics.
"Anyway, we should be at Alderaan about oh-two-hundred hours.If you want to hit the sack, there are blankets on the back of that mech-case, you can use those." Han continued casually, as he crossed the cargo hold, just behind the cockpit, now recently converted into a passenger cabin. By choice, Han Solo does not stick his nose where it doesn't belong, usually he just minded his own business, but this wasn't 'usually'. He just couldn't get why a farm boy, an old man and two droids would be enough for the Empire to send two Star Destroyers normally reserved for chasing members of the Rebel Alliance across the galaxy...unless these people were indeed members of the Alliance...but they just don't 'look' it, well the old man, sort of, but not the kid...Of course, Han has heard of the Alliance, a bunch of fool-hardy idealists trying to overthrow the Empire. Even though he couldn't perceive himself joining their ranks in the near future, he couldn't help but admire their courage and determination. But then, for people who lived in the world he was in, neutrality was an asset. You don't side with anyone, then you'll be fine. Just walk the fine line as best as you could, everything's all ok. The same rule also applied for bounty hunters and mercenaries. That was not to say that Han Solo was a non-principled coward, he fought for his own sense of morality a few eons ago, at Star's End...
He had been an Imperial Navy Cadet back then, fresh from his homeworld of Corellia, with a promising career, well, that was what his officers had told him, Han was a brilliant pilot and navigator. He had been awarded several times for his excellence, but the number of awards also equalled the number of reprieves and summons. Han was prone to breaking the rules, if he feels he has to..."Solo! In the Commander's office, now!"...that statement he heard a lot of times through his short Imperial career, the last one was before he was dismissed for good because of failing to comply with Navy Rules and Regulations, regarding proper conduct with slaves, he had rescued a Wookie slave by the name of Chewbacca (now his loyal First Mate) from certain death at the vast Imperial Prison, Star's End. His officers finally decided to get rid of the lose cannon who kept rocking the boat. And so, Han Solo used his talents somewhere else. And by the Force, he excelled once more.
Luke was playing swordsman using, if Han was not mistaken, a Lightsaber. A "seeker", (those round chrome colored robots covered with antennae, specifically made for markmanship excercises) hovering around him, apprently the kid was trying to dodge the seeker with his saber. The old man, Ben Kenobi, now sat in a meditative position, a little further away from the rest, while the little astromech was playing a game with Chewie and the talkative, that was the understatement of the decade, Goldenrod served as the coach. Though Han doubted that the domed one paid any attention to the constant chatter of...what's his name?...Threepio. A total pain in the ear drums. The person who programmed him deserved to be locked away at Star's End for as long as the prison stood...no arguments. He was about to leave the cabin when Chewie let out a frustrated growl. "He made a fair move. Screaming about it won't help you." Goldenrod's self-righteous chatter amused the Corellian...he decided to interrupt before "blood is spilled" on the cabin floor, "Let him have it, it's not wise to upset a Wookie."..."But Sir, nobody worries about upsetting a droid." was Threepio's protest..."That's 'cause droids don't pull people's arms out of their socket when they lose. Wookiees are known to do that." Han said in a voice partially tinged with menace. The golden bucket of bolts came around at last..."I see your point, sir. I suggest a new strategy, Artoo. Let the Wookiee win."
Ben Kenobi suddenly jolted out of his trance..muttering some name Han could not quite catch. "What was it?"..."Nothing Captain. Nothing." was the reply. Well if it's nothing then it's nothing...the old man now shifted his attention to the still practicing, but seems to be going nowhere Luke..."Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him."..."You mean it controls your actions?" Luke asked..."Partially, but it also obeys your commands."...Now Han was really starting to lose it, with all this talk about "The Force", whatever it is, it sure does not control Han's actions..he was sure of that..."Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid."..."You don't believe in the Force, do you?"..."Kid, I've flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I've seen a lot of strange stuff, but I've never seen anything to make me believe there's one all-powerful force controlling everything. There's no mystical energy field that controls my destiny."...Han answered confidently, which garnered him a quiet smile from the old man...."It's all a lot of simple tricks and nonsense."
"I suggest you try it again Luke." This time, Ben Kenobi placed a helmet on the kid's head, covering his eyes..."This time, let go of your conscious self and act on instinct."...the old man instructed...Luke laughed uneasily as the Ben launched the seeker once more..."With the blast shield down, I can't even see. How am I supposed to fight?"..right, Han thought.."Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them."...was the reply...."Stretch out with your feelings."...Han watched skeptically as Luke stood his ground, seemingly frozen, then the seeker made a dive at the kid's direction, and incredibly Luke managed to dodge the oncoming bolt..."I call it luck." was all Han could say...Ben gave the pirate a hard look..."In my experience, there is no such thing as luck."..."Look, going good against remotes is one thing. Going good against the living? That's something else." Han countered, intending to have the last word, then notices a light flashing on one of the control panels.
"Looks like we're coming up on Alderaan."
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next chapter: In the Name of an Angel
Mirage of the Midnight Sun
A skywalker family fic.Slightly AU, follows the plot of the series but has a few tweeks here and there. Starts with Vader capturing Leia on EP IV. I cant remember much of the dialogue and some names of the officers and stuff, so forgive me if i have to improvise.
Chapter 14: Han Solo
"Stay sharp! There are two more coming in; they're going to try to cut us off."
Han Solo tried his best to expertly maneuver the Millennium Falcon between two advancing Imperial Star Destroyers...Our passengers were hotter than i thought...he mused as another blast rocked the freighter...better get those coordinates fast, or we're surely going to fry..."Why don't you outrun them? I thought you said this thing was fast." He heard the farm boy speak from behind. Han almost laughed at the young man's naivette. First time out of his own planet, maybe. The kid must not know that outrunning Star Destroyers were not as easy as working on some farm down that God forsaken crap that was Tatooine. As far as he was concerned the only reason he ever goes there was to "confer" with his "boss", Inter-Galactic Crime Lord Jabba the Hutt. Normally, Han never really messed up, but in the case of the last contraband, there was no other way than mess up, or be messed-up (they were carrying another batch of smuggled spice when their ship crossed paths with an Imperial Inspection Unit on Planet Bevelle, so naturally, Han and Chewie had no choice but to get rid of the incriminating cargo, the thing was to avoid as much Imperial entanglements as possible) ...as he had put it while bargaining with Jabba earlier, more like trying to persuade his old "friend" to get that ridiculously high price off his head...can't believe that fatty-slime even sent the pathetic Greedo to put my lights out, too bad i was too damn good for a low-life like him ...he contemplated when another deadly blast almost sent him sprawling on the floor."Hey, everyone fine back there?" he shouted, before he could stop himself...since when did Han Solo worry about others besides himself and Chewie?...the kid...Luke...was that his name?...whatever, was about to ask another probably annoying query..."Watch your mouth, kid, or you're going to find yourself floating home. We'll be safe enough once we make the jump to hyperspace. Besides, I know a few maneuvers. We'll lose them!"...that wasn't the most reassuring statement of all time but enough to keep this excessively curious passenger quiet...the last thing he needed was a lengthy complaint coming from someone who shouldn't....in his opinion...in fact he wouldn't even be taking this bunch if he wasn't so desperate to pay up his debt to Jabba...no way...but when you think about it the offer wasn't so bad either, two thousand in advance...fifteen when they get to Alderaan....if they ever get to Alderaan.
It gets worse, this time a blast flared just outside the window. Chewbacca grunted impatiently..."Here's where the fun begins!" the pirate gave yet another irony-leaden statement as the Falcon dodged two more lethal deathrays..."How long before you can make the jump to light speed?" the old man asked..."It'll take a few moments to get the coordinates from the navi-computer." Han replied harriedly while Chewbacca was furiously trying to keep the ship out of the firing range...which seemed to work for a while...until another violent tremor overcame the Corellian vessel.."Are you kidding?! At the rate they're gaining..." Luke's voice quivered with panic..That's it! Han's patience was out.."Traveling through hyperspace isn't like dusting crops, boy! Without precise calculations we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova and that'd end your trip real quick, wouldn't it?"..The ship was now constantly battered with blasts from all directions..."What's that flashing?" Luke asked as a red warning light begins to illuminate the cockpit..."We're losing our deflector shield. Go strap yourself in, I'm going to make the jump to light speed."...All of a sudden the galaxy seemed to brighten, the stars appeared to embrace the tiny ship into it's comforting warmth. They finally made it to hyperspace, away from the menacing prescence of the Empire.
"Well, you can forget your troubles with those Imperial slugs. I told you I'd outrun 'em."...I know I sound confident, maybe too confident to some...but hey, it's me...came a thought.
No reaction whatsoever from anyone. "Don't everybody thank me at once."...he said in a more forceful tone this time....no reaction still...time to change tactics.
"Anyway, we should be at Alderaan about oh-two-hundred hours.If you want to hit the sack, there are blankets on the back of that mech-case, you can use those." Han continued casually, as he crossed the cargo hold, just behind the cockpit, now recently converted into a passenger cabin. By choice, Han Solo does not stick his nose where it doesn't belong, usually he just minded his own business, but this wasn't 'usually'. He just couldn't get why a farm boy, an old man and two droids would be enough for the Empire to send two Star Destroyers normally reserved for chasing members of the Rebel Alliance across the galaxy...unless these people were indeed members of the Alliance...but they just don't 'look' it, well the old man, sort of, but not the kid...Of course, Han has heard of the Alliance, a bunch of fool-hardy idealists trying to overthrow the Empire. Even though he couldn't perceive himself joining their ranks in the near future, he couldn't help but admire their courage and determination. But then, for people who lived in the world he was in, neutrality was an asset. You don't side with anyone, then you'll be fine. Just walk the fine line as best as you could, everything's all ok. The same rule also applied for bounty hunters and mercenaries. That was not to say that Han Solo was a non-principled coward, he fought for his own sense of morality a few eons ago, at Star's End...
He had been an Imperial Navy Cadet back then, fresh from his homeworld of Corellia, with a promising career, well, that was what his officers had told him, Han was a brilliant pilot and navigator. He had been awarded several times for his excellence, but the number of awards also equalled the number of reprieves and summons. Han was prone to breaking the rules, if he feels he has to..."Solo! In the Commander's office, now!"...that statement he heard a lot of times through his short Imperial career, the last one was before he was dismissed for good because of failing to comply with Navy Rules and Regulations, regarding proper conduct with slaves, he had rescued a Wookie slave by the name of Chewbacca (now his loyal First Mate) from certain death at the vast Imperial Prison, Star's End. His officers finally decided to get rid of the lose cannon who kept rocking the boat. And so, Han Solo used his talents somewhere else. And by the Force, he excelled once more.
Luke was playing swordsman using, if Han was not mistaken, a Lightsaber. A "seeker", (those round chrome colored robots covered with antennae, specifically made for markmanship excercises) hovering around him, apprently the kid was trying to dodge the seeker with his saber. The old man, Ben Kenobi, now sat in a meditative position, a little further away from the rest, while the little astromech was playing a game with Chewie and the talkative, that was the understatement of the decade, Goldenrod served as the coach. Though Han doubted that the domed one paid any attention to the constant chatter of...what's his name?...Threepio. A total pain in the ear drums. The person who programmed him deserved to be locked away at Star's End for as long as the prison stood...no arguments. He was about to leave the cabin when Chewie let out a frustrated growl. "He made a fair move. Screaming about it won't help you." Goldenrod's self-righteous chatter amused the Corellian...he decided to interrupt before "blood is spilled" on the cabin floor, "Let him have it, it's not wise to upset a Wookie."..."But Sir, nobody worries about upsetting a droid." was Threepio's protest..."That's 'cause droids don't pull people's arms out of their socket when they lose. Wookiees are known to do that." Han said in a voice partially tinged with menace. The golden bucket of bolts came around at last..."I see your point, sir. I suggest a new strategy, Artoo. Let the Wookiee win."
Ben Kenobi suddenly jolted out of his trance..muttering some name Han could not quite catch. "What was it?"..."Nothing Captain. Nothing." was the reply. Well if it's nothing then it's nothing...the old man now shifted his attention to the still practicing, but seems to be going nowhere Luke..."Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him."..."You mean it controls your actions?" Luke asked..."Partially, but it also obeys your commands."...Now Han was really starting to lose it, with all this talk about "The Force", whatever it is, it sure does not control Han's actions..he was sure of that..."Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid."..."You don't believe in the Force, do you?"..."Kid, I've flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I've seen a lot of strange stuff, but I've never seen anything to make me believe there's one all-powerful force controlling everything. There's no mystical energy field that controls my destiny."...Han answered confidently, which garnered him a quiet smile from the old man...."It's all a lot of simple tricks and nonsense."
"I suggest you try it again Luke." This time, Ben Kenobi placed a helmet on the kid's head, covering his eyes..."This time, let go of your conscious self and act on instinct."...the old man instructed...Luke laughed uneasily as the Ben launched the seeker once more..."With the blast shield down, I can't even see. How am I supposed to fight?"..right, Han thought.."Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them."...was the reply...."Stretch out with your feelings."...Han watched skeptically as Luke stood his ground, seemingly frozen, then the seeker made a dive at the kid's direction, and incredibly Luke managed to dodge the oncoming bolt..."I call it luck." was all Han could say...Ben gave the pirate a hard look..."In my experience, there is no such thing as luck."..."Look, going good against remotes is one thing. Going good against the living? That's something else." Han countered, intending to have the last word, then notices a light flashing on one of the control panels.
"Looks like we're coming up on Alderaan."
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next chapter: In the Name of an Angel