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Anime-Crusader don't worry, i know it wasn't a flame! yeah, the length of the chapters are bugging me too. every time i try and make them longer i don't like the results and scrap the chapter though!!! i promise that once i finish the story i'm gonna do a rewrite though! i'm glad you think its original, i was worried people would think "Oh no! another dark Luke fic! Boring!!!". thanx.

Luke1 thankyou for the continued advice, it means a lot! it's great that you think i'm getting better. it was less taking my time and more writers block though! maybe it was just the fresh start that really helped???

onto the story!!!

Chapter 7 - Forms of support.

"I am not hunting my brother-in-law down as if he were vermin! You've never dealt with a Jedi, I bet? Well, he needs to be talked to, not chased. Yes he attacked a ma-"

"Murdered, Captain Solo. There is quite a difference."

"How dare you? How Sithing dare you?! You know nothing about -"

"I dare, because I have key authority of this ship. I know that there is a killer on this ship, Captain. If it was your brother or Mon Mothma herself, I will hunt them down to see justice done. And I know it was Skywalker. His prints were all over the blade, it was his shirt tails that were holding that man's stomach in, damn it!"

Han felt his knees waver as once again the truth was rammed home. As he looked down at his shaking hands, they blurred as tears fought to fall.

Not yet! Sithspit, get a grip, Solo! You can do this later; you need to help the Kid.

"I will not help you find him, General. If he comes to me for help, you won't know about it until you can't do anything. I've always looked after that kid and I won't stop now!"

"If you help that man I'll personally make sure you lose anything you care for in the Republic, Solo!

Han finally looked at the man then. He didn't care if he showed that he was near tears. He just wanted to show he was going through with this decision no matter what.

"If I let you get to Luke, then everything's been taken from me anyway. Your threats are empty, you can't take away from me what I've already lost." With that the smuggler left the office, finally feeling as if all the bad luck he'd dodged for years was surrounding him with a vengeance.

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Why in the Sith hells am I doing this? If he turns nasty and- damn it Wedge don't be a jerk! You swore you'd look after him. Even if he did go down this path... this is still not a good idea, though.

As soon as they'd released him from questioning the night before he'd started to pack his belongings. He'd walked to Luke's with his bags, thanking the gods that everyone seemed to assume he was ridding his quarters of the 'killers' stuff. Since then he'd been heading back and forth from a shuttle to Luke's place desperately trying to stay out of sight. This was the last bag and so far he'd been successful.

"Stop. I'm sorry, Sir, but we need to search that bag, please."

"May I ask why, Commander?!" Wedge raised an eyebrow at the young woman.

"We've had a report that you have been moving Master Skywalker's belongings from his rooms to the hangar, Sir, yet there are no bags there."

"There, wouldn't be. I've been spacing the cursed things." The women blinked at him for a moment before her green eyes turned to chips of ice. The sudden change stopped Wedge from what he was about to say.

That's not the reaction I expected!

"If you don not wish for his belongings to stay in other rooms I would understand, but it is not decent to do that to his property until he is either dead or has no use or want for them. After all, Sir, he has not been found guilty yet."

Her patrol companion's jaw was not the only one to hit the ground. Wedge was stunned that this woman was casually announcing to the world that she supported Luke, even now. Handing over the bag, he tried not to grin, well aware that it would be taken the wrong way.

"I'm sorry, Sir; I can't let you continue to your destination with these objects. They are clearly not yours to destroy. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to report this to the General in command." With that she stormed off round the corridor's turning.

Shavit! How am I going to get those back now, I don't have time. At least I had one of the cubes in my pocket.

He'd known how much Leia's wedding cube meant to Luke. Thank the Force he had not put it into that damn bag!

Sighing, he went into the bay towards the shuttle, quickly checking that nothing had moved from the small hold he'd found under the flooring. At least the old rebel 'runners' were good for something, although he'd never thought he'd end up using them to smuggle from the N.R.!

Now all I have to do is find the guy I'm rescuing.

"No need. He's found you."

A/N please review. it's the only way that i can really improve this! thanx A.Jade