Don't mess with Han Solo's blaster.

Luke looked around at the ruined room, trying hard to control the laughter that was going to come bursting out of his mouth at any time. He now knew why Chewie was standing outside the quarters of Han Solo.

So he won't go nuts and kill someone.

Clothes and engine partswere scattered all over the place, chairswere overturned, the doorwas open and sheetswere gone on the bed.

Han Solo himself was squatted under the bed, muttering and sounding really, REALLY mad.

"Akinan, formazak zandrea!!!!! WHERE IS IT!!!!!"

Luke timidly spoke. "Han?"

Han, rather startled, jumped and hit his head on the top of the bed, swearing as he did so. In moments, he was in front of Luke, his face so close that Luke could smell the toothpaste on his breath.

"WHAT??"

"What's wrong? Are you looking for something?"

Han relaxed and slumped onto the sheet-less bed, forcing himself to calm down and explain.

"I can't find my blaster. I've torn the place to pieces, and it's not here... I even asked Leia if she saw it, and we haven't been talking this past week... Something I said of course..."

Luke looked around the room and wondered what had happened to his friend's weapon; since Han prized that blaster with almost love.

"Would someone take it?"

"Maybe... but if they did... THEY'RE DEAD!!!"

Luke smiled and spoke, "I'll go look for it, ok?"

"I guess.... Thanks Luke."

Luke smiled and left.

As he walked through the halls later on that day, Luke could hear the voices of Wedge, Wes, and some other random rebel. They were whispering, and that there was suspicious enough for Luke to investigate...

Or eavesdrop, whatever you want to call it.

Random Rebel: Ya I hawked from his own quarters!

Wedge: He's gonna kill you!

Wes: And if he doesn't kill you then he's gonna Cheiwe to do it for him.

Random Rebel: Your not going to tell him are you?

Wes: No way!

Wedge: Not going to happen!

Random Rebel: Oh thanks guys your-

Wedge: I don't want my arms ripped off.

Wes: I think it'll probably be more like a slow, painful death.

Luke grinned.

He knew exactly what to tell Han.