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CHAPTER EIGHT
"Any way you can tow her, Ixor?" asked Han, gesturing to the Millennium Falcon that was still latched onto the Imperial ship. Suddenly a thought struck him. "How in the hell of Corellia did you board? Weren't you caught in the tractor beam? ... How are you flying away?"
"The Perfection is equipped with a rare antimagnetic resonance device. It exerts the exact force of any pull - magnetic - except in the opposite direction, leaving us to fly freely. Its quite handy." explained Ixor, closing in on the Falcon. Han whistled.
"I need one of those." he said, in awe. Ixor used the clamper on the back to latch onto Han's ship. The clamper was a device on the back of a good amount of pirate ships, where on the occasion there was a small enough ship with a big enough loot, so they could just pull it along to an area safer than open space.
"You two may leave now." said the Falleen, pressing some buttons on the NavaComputer. Han shrugged, walking out, toward a compartment. He turned a corner and, for the second time this... night? Day? What was it? Well, anyways, for the second time he crashed into someone - except it was less painful and force-inducing, having been done at a walk.
"Luke!" Han exclaimed incredulously.
"Han!" shouted a young voice. "I thought I sensed you - I mean, I couldn't be sure, it's been a while - "
Han laughed, interrupting the young Jedi. "Great to see ya! What in the blazes are you doing on a pirate ship?" he asked, all in smiles.
"Luke?" came Leia's voice from somewhere behind Han, and Han turned to see the Princess smiling broadly. "Luke!" she more or less screamed, lurching forward and squeezing her brother as tight as she can. Luke hugged back, laughing.
"Leia! I'm so relieved you're alright?"
"You knew I was in trouble?"
"How not? I tramped halfway around the galaxy after you, before some pirates attacked me and brought me onto this ship. Now you're here! ...With Han...!"
"You went quietly?" asked Han. "That's a surprise, knowing you."
"Likewise, Han, why are you so calm to be on a pirate ship? I'm surprised you're not fighting tooth and nail."
Han waved his hand, dismissively. "Old buddies." he smirked his lopsided grin, teasing. "You know how it is."
"I might have. Its just like you to be friends with... creatures like these."
"Shut up, kid, they're decent people. If they're not pillaging you."
Luke reverted back to the first subject. "I only went quietly because the Force told me to - " Han snorted, still not quite convinced of that 'hokey religion'. " - shut up, Han - I felt that this would bring me to my sister. I felt she was in danger several hours ago. But why is Han here?" he asked, quite interested in knowing how the pair ended up together again. Leia smiled, her eyes twinkling in happiness at the Corellian.
"Flyboy over here was taking me to Yavin, over to you. The Republic arranged it after the assassination attempt. It was quite a shock, to find the nerf-herder waiting on the landing platform with his pile of flying junk."
"You actually agreed?" Luke asked, amazed. That was nothing like the Han he knew.
"Hey, kid, I didn't know it was Her Highnessness that I would be escortin'. I was expecting some greasy old bald guy. It was easy money at the time, and I needed it desperate."
"As well as a few grammar lessons." teased Leia, Han grinned at her. Luke glanced between them, and grinned himself. They were behaving as if nothing ever happened between them.
"I'll, erm..." started Luke. "Go... check on Jade... make sure she's not... you know, escaping or anything..." Luke said, slowly walking away. What a bad liar. He obviously just wanted to leave the two alone together.
"How do you know about the Empress?" Han called after him.
"Han." Luke said, as if Han were stupid. Han rolled his eyes, turning away from the boy. Stupid Force. Han sighed, looking back at Leia, who was suddenly glaring at him. What was with this woman? Wasn't she overexalted in joy just a few seconds ago?
"What?" Han asked, and Leia just shook her head, going into a compartment and sitting on a bunk, crossing her arms and legs while looking moodily away. "What's with you?" asked Han, leaning against the doorframe of the quarters.
Leia looked as if she didn't want to tell him for a moment, then: "You died on me." she said, sullenly.
"What in stars' name are you talkin' about? I didn't die."
"She told me you did. You and Chewie."
Han thought about this for a moment, then understood her reaction when he had bumped into her in the hallway.
"Oh, so you're mad at me about it?" Han asked, unable to keep sarcasm and mockery out of his voice. Leia just glared at him even more. That special glare that Han realized many must have cowered under. He himself was immune to it, never really caring about such things when he met her than getting used to it when he got to know her.
"Well, now I am, jerk." she said softly, still angry. Han sighed, then crossed the room, sitting next to her, allowing a good and stubborn twelve inches between their closest point.
"Highness, I personally don't know how that got to you. You hate me, remember?"
In response, Leia just shot him another look, muttering something, then standing up, apparently intent on crossing to the other side of the room and away from Solo. Han didn't let her, though. He grabbed her hand, and she turned around with her other hand flying through the air, automatically moving to slap him. Han caught Leia by the wrist, inches away from his cheek, smirking. A look of fury was on Leia's features, with a clenched, stubborn jaw and fiercely narrowed eyes. Han just ignored this, moving his hands to Leia's waist and pulling her towards him, while Leia's hands immediately went up to his neck and hair. He stooped, then kissed her, lightly at first, then more intense. Leia responded instantly, not really surprising Han, but making him smile as he kissed her.
There was a noise by the doorway, and the two broke apart, to see Luke there.
"I - " he stared. He had thought they would have gotten past this part by now. "Erm - yeah - er..." he snapped his fingers. "You know, I think the Jade is escaping again. I'd better go check up on her." he left, slightly in a hurry. Both Leia and Han laughed.
"Marry me." Han more or less commanded. Leia cocked her head and perked an eyebrow, her arms still wrapped around Han's neck.
"Hm... why?" she teased.
"Because, otherwise, I'll chain you to me and make you put on that slave costume that you wore at Jabba's."
Leia laughed, lightly. "Don't remind me. But, otherwise, I like the first choice."
Han kissed her again, enthusiastically, before pulling away. "Will you wear the Jabba-slave-girl outfit anyways?" he asked, hopefully.
"Not a chance, flyboy."