GreatOne:- pats Hanny-bear - (I almost had Syrmé call him that in the fanfic. x.x ) Well, yeah, he restrains because he's a pretty guarded person. Well, thats how I see him, he doesn't like to let people in (especially Leia, for this instance). And, well, youknow, it's Leia. But Leia sees him as a traitor and a liar, so that's why she flipped out on him. But yeah. I think they both are gonna feel a bit guilty.
Dovasary: - faints at long review - Leia will be kinda both, in my opinion.
:3 It is late July. So that means Limelight has to update. But yeah, I do that too, and my sister looks at me like I'm a freak. And aww. - feels special -
x.x Sorry. I kinda had the chapter half finished before I found your review (for some reason I didn't get an e-mail alert). Besides. I already kinda had this planned out. Also, I'm evil because I want to torture you all by dragging out their... talk (or yelling match, however it comes). So, at latest, it will be in two chapters.
And, I hope you know, if there was going to be any poor, lost Stormtrooper, she'd (aren't girl Stormtroopers forbidden? Whatever.) be modeled after yours truly. - licks Han -
pip: Thanks:) Keep reading.
dm1: Well, I said that because I didn't want to tellyou people. xD But yeah. It's a misunderstanding on both sides.
doreenthatshot: Thanks. xD I know everyone knew. But I denied it anyways.
Author's Note: Okay, peeps. That remark about Threepio was meant to be totally allusion-istic. But, you know, then I got thinking. I have never written Threepio before. And it will be hilarious to have him annoy the hell out of Han as he tried to get things situated for the escape. So here we go. A Threepio-ful chapter.
1. Okay, peeps. To clear a few things up - Han and Leia, in the past, before he dissapeared, weren't married. He says they were in the 'Tyl Olos Dissapearance Story', to make things less difficult for himself - but if you'd notice, in Chapter Nine, he makes a teeny, tiny slip that I'm sure nobody caught, because he rectified it so quickly. Apple pie to the person who figures out what that slip was.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"Just our luck!" Han shouts, sending a glance back as the ramp hit the ground and instantly starting raising again. I don't answer, just watch, and just as the ramp starts lowering again I leap into the little crevice created, trying to keep my balance as I roll to the side and find my feet on solid metal.
Thank the gods.
A thud and a grunt tells me that Han had followed me, which is a good sign because if he hadn't followed me that means that he's dead.
"How's everyone else gonna get in here with that ramp flippin' out like that?" I yell, more out of nerves than anything.
"You – get in the coordinates for that little moon o' yours and fire up the weapons! I'm fixin' this!"
Well, then I guess I should yell at him when he breaks the ramp. Well, more, than it's broken now, anyways.
"Hello. I am See-Threepio; human-cyborg relations. How may I be of service to you, sir?"
Han pauses in ripping off the part of the floor which held all the wires and such, then slowly turns his head.
The look on his face is priceless. Kinda like the time when…
Okay, I can't even think about an example. All I know is that it's a mixture of incredulity and dread.
Threepio gives a start of surprise, stiffly turning his head to look at me then back at Han.
"General Solo! What a pleasant surprise! Why, it certainly has been a while; I'm quite sure that Mistress Leia and Master Luke will be most pleased to find - "
"Threepio – shut up."
That came from me – not Han. But I did it for his safety, because Han's looking particularly murderous. Still, for an expressionless droid, he manages to look highly affronted.
"Now, really! I am simply pointing out that - "
"Yes, we know what you are pointing out."
"Now beat it." Han shot over to him while rerouting several wires. Threepio pattered away, muttering to himself (complaining loudly) about how even he doesn't quite understand the behavior of humans at all times.
"I can't believe you guys still have 'im." Han complained dully, ripping a wire out. I watch what he's doing, skeptically, for a while, before answering.
"Luke likes him… well, good luck." I grin at him over my shoulder, going to the cockpit, flipping a few switches, watching through the window as red blaster bolts fly past. My eye flit around the various lights… communications enabled… lighting enabled… emergency power recharged… I flip another switch, weapons enabled…
"OW!"
I wheel around in alarm.
"What happened?" I shout back to where Han was.
"What the hell did you do?"
"Just - " I can't suppress a snigger. "Getting the ship ready. Why? Did you hurt yourself?" I ask in a baby voice.
"NO." he yells defiantly.
"General Solo, are you tampering with our ramp?" Threepio's affronted voice carries over into here, causing me to laugh harder.
"Dammit!" Han yells again.
"What is it this time?" Now, this is getting annoying.
"They're tryin' to get in!"
Oh, crap.
Shots ring through the air amidst Threepio's shocked screams. I start down the hall, my blaster ready.
"No – no, stay there! Get the rest with the ships guns!" he yells at me. As if I'm stupid (well, I suppose I should have thought of that). "I got 'em here!"
I look around at the state of pandemonium that seems to follow Han. There are a few smoldering bodies, dangerously close to where Han is practically trapped. Threepio seems to have fallen over in surprise, and now is whining loudly as he attempts to pick himself off the floor. Last, but certainly not least, Han hadn't managed to fix the ramp and its still alternating from banging against the ship and against the floor, giving me brief glimpses of bodies out there as well.
"Are you almost done with that?" I yell, as he fires a few more successive shots outside.
"Yeah, I think - "
" – all your fault! My parts have slopped around, and I'm quite certain that my circuits are overridden – "
"Shut up, Threepio! You - " he points at me. "Get back to the cockpit!"
I contemplate disobeying him because of the rudeness of his command, but now, I guess, isn't really the right time for being a pighead. Without a nod, I race back to the cockpit, getting the weapons control into my hands and switching on the targeting computer. I aim, and then shoot where several are all hiding under a ship.
I know that a ship's weapons are powerful.
But I didn't know that the whole damn ship would explode.
I cringe as their Force-signatures disappear, but that thought diminishes as soon as I hear a yell of fury come from Tyl's… Han's end.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" he roars. I consider being a Luke and telling him 'anger is of the Dark Side', but he seems really angry now.
"What! " I scream back at him.
"COME LOOK!"
I tear down the small corridor, then look at what he was pointing at.
CRAP.
Apparently, a large chunk of charred engine that came from the prior exploding ship had landed close enough to our ship to pin the ramp underneath it.
"You told me to use the ships guns!" I accuse, pointing a finger at him.
"We're all going to die! Oh, dear, I didn't even say a proper good-bye to Mas – "
"I didn't tell you to explode a godsdamn ship!"
" – tress Leia, oh, how I hate space travel – "
"They were all under it! It was inevitable!"
"Dammit, look, they're all comin' in now!"
I turn to look and, sure enough, more men with guns are making their way toward the ship.
"Crap!"
"Crap is right, you dimwit!"
I'm about to retort, but a sudden though strikes me. Where it came from, I have no idea. But I know that we're going to be all right. We won't die.
"We're gonna be fine!" I yell, taking out my blaster.
"WHAT? Stop sugar coatin' this!"
"Pardon me? How can you be quite certain? You are just like Master Luke, where you get your logic from I have no id – "
I switch him off. I have no need for that right now.
"I'm not sugar coating this! Just – shoot!"
He grudgingly takes out his blaster, firing off a few shots. Suddenly, miraculously, the engine that had stuck our ramp flew away from us, landing with a loud crash in the middle of the hangar bay. Two figures race up the still ramp, a third floating eerily behind them. Han rapidly hoists himself out of the wire pit, pressing a pad next to the ramp. It closes.
"Fixed it." he mutters.
But no one's paying attention, Luke and Mara are carrying my mother to a room. I – what?
"Luke – " I start as he emerges.
"Syrmé." He says, simply, and I quiet. "Your mother is hurt badly. But we really have to get off of this ship, we'll be safer in hyperspace."
I toss a helpless glance over at Han. His face is unreadable, except there's a tightness around the cheekbones that I really can't classify.
"Han." Luke says, looking at him pointedly. "Not now."
Without characteristic argument, he nods stiffly, making his way quickly to the cockpit. I hesitate.
"Go help him, Syrmé. Mara and I will take care of Leia."
I swallow, and glance over his shoulder into the room, where I can see my mother's small hands curled up into a fist.
Reluctantly, I concede, then make my way over to the copilot's chair. Just as I sit, the ship takes off into space.
We sit in uncomfortable silence, but one glance at his face tells me that he's gotten rid of being so guarded and I can see guilt clearly written all over his face.