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Story Time… Children

After having carried Han, even though he insisted that he could walk by himself and the limp form of the pirate to the Falcon and having locked the latter in a smuggling compartment with nothing for company apart from an oxygen tank, all settled down for a nice chit-chat.

It turned out that Han was merely singed, but even so, Leia was constantly fussing over him so much so that she forgot to be angry at him as she went to Mother-Hen mode.

"No doubt about it," said Han. "It must have been this Bobby Fett guy." He winced slightly as Leia strapped a cold-pack to his injured shoulder.

Lando, however, wasn't so sure. "They could have been after the Spice. Maybe they thought it was still here. Perhaps the guy that sent them thought I gave him a hard deal."

"Oh yes, and a lowly Spice Trader is going to be able to afford that much man power," said Leia sarcastically, not even looking up, she was so intent upon fixing Han.

Wedge, whose voice had now returned to normal, voiced another query. "But if Fett wants us to follow him, why's he trying to kill us?"

Luke was staring into nothingness. "I don't think he was trying to kill us, at least, not all of us." His voice was mystical and sounded far away even though he was only a few inches from the others.

"Well, whatever he wants done with us, at least we got to see some really cool moves!" Wedge was still not over the glamour of Luke being a Jedi. "By the way, I forgot to mention, purple really goes with your eyes Luke!"

"Oi!" said Luke grinning, coming out of his trance. "You better be careful what you say, or I might tell everyone what our little nickname was for you in the Rogue Squadron- Potato Wedge!"

Wedge looked scandalised. "Why you-"

"Oops!" said Luke, putting his hand over his mouth childishly. "It slipped!"

"I know stuff about you lot too!" Wedge cried triumphantly as the others fell about laughing.

Luke's expression was a fearless one, nothing Wedge could say would shake him.

"You had a nickname too," Wedge said proudly, he almost sang it.

That would shake him. Luke blanched, "NO!" he said louder and quicker than he meant to. Suddenly everyone looked interested and turned to Wedge to hear more.

"Ain't that right?" Wedge continued slyly, "…….Wormy."

"How'd you find that out!" Luke demanded, "They never called me that in the Rogue Squadron!"

"I was friends with Biggs, remember? He often spoke of his little mate Wormy who was back on his home planet."

Leia burst out laughing. Luke's glare chilled her.

"Well, Princess," he stressed the word, "I'm not the only one with a shady past in this room. Or should I say light past. After all, if I recall correctly, you loved playing with fire when you were a little girl."

She gulped loudly and wrung her hands nervously.

"I……I can't think of what you mean," she said in an unintended posh accent. Too posh.

"Let me refresh your memory!" Luke said cruelly, "You were three or four; your dad was holding a dinner party. There were candles on his long table. Don't ask me what you were planning to do with the fire you intended to catch in your hands, stick it in your scrap book or something. You climbed up on the table and accidentally set your hair alight."

Half the room was staring at her in horror, half in amusement.

Lando laughed bitterly. "I knew that fire was dangerous long before I was three!"

Leia made a transformation to the 'Ice Princess'. "Well Lando. How's your girlfriend?"

Lando changed colour quicker than a set of traffic lights on Courascant's airways.

"It was just a normal night," Leia said in a hushed voice one might use when telling a scary story to a group of children. "You were out on the town with a few of the lads. As per usual, you trooped into one of those seedy bars," here she shota glare his way, reminding him of the many times that he had dragged her in after him- namely during the time when Han had been frozen in Carbonite.

"It was around this point, when everyone was still sober enough to remember it, when you were approached by none other than-" She cut herself off for affect.

"A Hutt!"

There was a collective gasp around the room.

"She offered you a drink, Lando, and when you blatantly refused, she ran out of the bar in tears!" Lando had now gone a vivid shade of magenta.

"You probably thought that it was over and done with there and then Lando. But the next morning you received a message from none other than Jabba the Hutt himself. It turned out that he was angry at you for turning down his niece, who had been so distraught, was now his nephew!"

Everyone in the room had not been averse to letting out their laughter in loud gales, until now. Many of the room's occupants hadn't known this little fact about Hutts!

Wedge looked ever so slightly disgusted. "Hutt's can do that?" He asked in amazement. When both Leia and Han nodded wickedly, he shuddered. "I've been turned down lodes of times, but it's never inspired me to have a sex change!"

"Well, you aren't a Hutt! And you aren't this particular Hutt. She had been turned down by every species that had ever graced the galaxy with its presence! After that, she was left heartbroken and Lando was left with a bounty on his head."

"Whoa Lando," Chewie growled, "That's even worse than that Rodian incident."

Lando's only reply was a big groan, But after a bit of thinking he came up with a response, "You've never told these guys about your stag night have you?" his voice gained more strength with each word, " After getting ever so slightly drunk, your 'friends' decided to go for something different, rather than the traditional tux. They took a razor to that lovely fur of yours. Malla wasn't too pleased to find that you would be bald for your wedding day."

Under the fur which had obviously grown back, they were pretty sure that Chewie was blushing.

"Come on guys that's enough!" Han said through the pain, "We need to get going."

Luke stood up, still looking as angry as a summer storm. He wasn't happy about the Wormy thing. "Come on, We have an interrogation to attend to. Leia and Wedge, you are with me.

Wedge looked surprised and apprehensive about being asked along but followed orders and got up. Leia had been up long before Luke even started to rise. Han looked disappointed but he reasoned with himself that he couldn't go in his present condition.

Deep below them, in the storage compartments of the Falcon, next to a very well concealed pile of spice, the captive groaned and awakened from the stupor caused by Chewie's blow to his head. All he could think in this state of mind was 'I am in deep taun-taun crap.'

A.N Greetings, earthlings! Take us to your Leader, and then to a good bar. Also give us cookies, SMARTIE cookies! Because our school doesn't have them anymore.

We've been planning this chapter for a while, especially the bit with the Hutt so we hope you like it. We dedicate this chapter to Dog Biscuits who gave us the idea of Leia being set on fire.

Sorry about the wait but the lives of teenagers are hectic. Happy Halloween for yesterday.

Sweetdeath04 and Thorney