Han Solo was halfway between giddy and down right sick. On one hand, he suspected his "captor" was someone familiar, yet he didn't want to test this theory unless he was sure. Suspicious eyes darted towards the Storm trooper pilot. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer.
"Ok, how long are you gonna keep this charade up, kid?" he practically exploded.
The Storm trooper turned his head to Han, staring through the emotionless mask. The silence was piercing.
Oh. Shit. Ok, so maybe he was wrong… But just then, Luke exploded with laughter, and removed the helmet.
"You should have seen your face! It was worth every second!" The farm boy grin spread across his face, and Han wanted to wipe it off with his fist.
"Nice kid, not that I'm ungrateful for the rescue, but what about Leia?" The princess' well being had not left his mind for a second.
"She's on Naboo, I talked with a barkeep in Jabba's palace. Apparently it's the big news, she is going to be the new Countess of the Fett estate or something like that."
What? Han shook his head slightly, "Countess? That means she's marrying this guy, right?"
"Uh, I guess so. I'm assuming not by choice, she does love you, you know. I felt it. The Force responds strongly to feelings like hers.. and yours."
Han cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. "Well then, I guess it's a rescue mission we're headed for."
"What's new…"
Boba Fett sat quietly in his bedroom. With his helmet removed, he was actually a very handsome man. Dark mocha skin, ink black hair, deep brown eyes- he was the picture of rugged exotic appearance. Not many saw him without his suit (only Naime), the one his father had constructed years ago, the one he died in. Since that horrible day, Boba's temper was less than short, and easily exploded.
Boba's emotions were a constant rollercoaster, one minute his mind was pure anger and hatred, the next he was filled with the desire to love and be loved. It was the moments of hatred, though, that prevented him from holding on to love. Two wives and two explosions of anger later, and he was still alone. Naime, his handmaiden, was the only women who remained in his life. A good friend, and good servent, she truly gave him a feeling of security he had never had. His fear of harming her was the only thing standing in the way of him asking for her love in return.
And so, he continued his quest for another wife. His new gift seemed fiery, easily excitable. He could already feel a conflict of interest in his heart. He almost knew for certain this marriage couldn't end well, and yet he continued on with the plans. At least he'd have love for a little while.