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Black Iris

"Okay, up you get," Luke's Tone was almost gentle. He and Wedge hauled the man to his feet. They could tell he was dazed, even though they couldn't see his face through the helmet.

'That must have been one hell of a bump on the head that Chewie gave him to get through to his skull,' Luke thought.

"Why are you being so 'nice' to him?" Leia hissed, "It's not like he has feelings!"

Luke would have turned around to glare at her but all of a sudden- Whack!

Luke staggered as a fist connected with the side of his head, hard. Shocked and dazed he managed to look up in time to see their captive jump over him and start to sprint off down the corridor, extraordinary quickly.

Luke and Wedge, who had also been floored, both yelled for Leia. But she was already sprinting after him. In what seemed like slow motion she leapt and grabbed the escapee around the knees. He yelled out, and then fell with a resounding crash. But he continued to struggle and kick, as if he was a tiger in chains.

Luke and Wedge were there in a blink of an eye to help Leia and with a lot of trouble managed to get the man back under control…by dragging him down the corridor by his feet.

They pulled him into the boys' room which was out of the way from the rest of the ship, and tied him to a chair using ropes from under Han's bed.

Throughout all of this their captive was struggling so hard anyone who went near him was in danger of a broken nose.

"Okay, okay," Luke's voice was calm and soothing as if he was talking to an over excited horse rather than a human being, "Calm down, we are not going to hurt you."

The man relaxed almost immediately, whether this was because of what Luke said or maybe he was tired, no one knew. Even though he'd stopped thrashing a growl came from under the helmet.

"What Sort of inhumane creature are you?" Leia demanded disgusted.

Luke ever so carefully reached and pulled off, the helmet which the boy was wearing.

What they saw under the helmet made Leia gasp and Wedge took a step back.

The first think they saw were the eyes. They were huge but the worrying thing was that they were black, completely black were the iris should have been. Around his eye lids there seemed to be natural black circles, as if he was wearing heavy black mascara. His eyes stared back at them like two voids of emptiness. Once they got over the eyes, they saw that he was, in fact human. A very pale and sickly looking boy, with very dark hair, but at the roots it was a silvery white. If fell around an almost white, thin face and down to just below his ears. Part of it was drawn into a messy ponytail at the base if his skull

His mouth seemed to be permanently in a slight pout. He couldn't have been more than seventeen, not even an adult, yet he seemed older, even though you knew he couldn't be.

Leia gulped, for a second there, she had found him very, very attractive, but then she remembered what was happening before she had lost her stone cold face.

Luke held eye contact with him for about five seconds, before dropping it. Not even a Jedi could look into his eyes for very long.

"Believe it or not," Luke said quietly looking at the floor, "We're going to try and help you." He looked up again and the boy drew back. Suddenly he thrust himself forward with such a force that it seemed mad to Luke! He soon found out why. The boy had made to head butt him, but had resulted in coping the chair over on its side. He let out a grunt of annoyance.

Wedge unwittingly moved forward to hoist the chair plus the boy the right way up again. Grabbing the chair with his right hand he moved his left across the boys face to reach around. It was in that instant that sharp teeth bit down on Wedge's hand and refused to let go, like a dog with its bone.

Luke grabbed the captives jaw and forced it open, relieving the pressure on Wedge's hand.

"Ouch," muttered Wedge, between gritted teeth. He cautiously inspected the bite marks left in the skin.

Luke eyed the boy who was now lamely fighting the bonds that held him on the ground. He decided that using the force might provoke more violence, so he took a different tactic. The one he always used on the twins when they weren't doing what they were told.

"Fine, shall we interview you while you're down there?"

The boy looked up, glaring at Luke. He spoke for the first time, in a surly voice, "I didn't ask you to help me, Jedi."

"So you can get up all by yourself then?" Luke asked, patronizing him.

This time it was the boys turn to drop eye contact, although it might have been that he was hurting his neck looking up at Luke.

"Thought so," said Luke, taking the silence as a no, "Wedge…"

Both men stepped forward and push the chair up, keeping all fingers and arms away from the boy's mouth.

"Okay," said Luke for the seemingly hundredth time, "are you going to talk to us now?"

This time the silence indicated a 'yes'.

"What's your name?" Luke asked pleasantly.

The boy waited for about ten seconds before answering, "Zeke."

"Second name?"

"Depends what you mean," for the first time the boy smiled, it could be compared to the way a crocodile would grin, showing all its teeth in a scary sort of way, "Zeke doesn't have a second name."

'So now there's a third person?' Luke asked himself, he was beginning to question the boy's sanity. Could they be dealing with a maniac?

"Zeke isn't my real name," the boy explained, "But it's the name I've always gone by. My real name is…" he trailed off.

The expression on Luke's face was enough to make the boy continue, in a very small voice, "Iris Jaret."

"Ironic name," Leia snorted from the shadows, where she'd been glaring quietly at the group.

Zeke gave her a sarcastic look, "They say whatever happens in the past always comes back to you eventually. In my case it was my name."

Luke changed the subject swiftly; he didn't like the deadly calm in Zeke's voice, "Why are you here?"

"'Cause you brought me here."

Luke resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "What I meant was-"

Zeke cut him off. "I know what you meant. What I meant was that I don't wanna tell you!"

Leia took over in a shrill voice, "Why did you shoot my husband!" Her tone was blatantly accusing him.

Zeke blinked before saying in a voice akin to sympathy, "God, Lady! That was your husband? Do I feel sorry for you! Was it an arranged marriage? Come on, you can tell me!"

Wedge snorted with laughter. He forced himself to choke it back when he caught the look in Leia's eyes.

"'Cause it's my job, wench! You know, something that you're paid to do?" the boy continued contemptuously.

Luke thought that maybe, just maybe, they were on a roll. "Who paid you?" he asked sharply.

Zeke grinned at him, "Wouldn't you like to know?" He hacked and sent a glob of spit hurtling into Luke's eye.

Caught by surprise, Luke sprang backwards. No sooner than he had, Zeke was writhing on the floor on his side. This time, all reason had departed him and he was thrashing insanely, yelling words none of them had ever heard before, but they got the idea of what they meant.

For a brief instant, Luke wondered if the boy was possessed! The shouts and screams could have been heard miles away.

Scanning the room, he checked that there was nothing that could be used as a weapon, or could be potentially harmful to Zeke or anyone else.

Leaving Zeke as a lost cause for the mean time, Luke grabbed Leia and Wedge before rushing out of the room and bolting it.

"Luke, what are you doing?" Leia yelled. Even though there was a metal door separating them from the rampaging boy, the sound was still loud and clear. "Leia continued, "Why don't you just use your Force Powers on him?"

Luke held Leia's eye while he spoke firmly. "We are not using the Force on that boy. It looks as if his mind is damaged enough without us tampering in it. Force penetration could wipe everything he knows from him if we went to deep while he's in that condition. We only use the Force as a last resort."

Just as he finished speaking, the floor shook and they heard the rumble of the Falcon's engines. But the noise still wasn't enough to drown out Zeke's screams.

The trio jogged to the cockpit where they found Han, happy that his beloved ship was on the move again.

"So," he said, rubbing his hands together in glee, "how'd it go?"

A.N. We have nothing to say. Everything to do.

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