Han Solo and Leia Organa stood on the balcony of their apartment or Coruscant looking out on the bright city lights. They both remained silent not saying anything. They were just glad it was finally over. Kueller was dead, the children would be coming home tomorrow, and save for Luke (who was recovering well), they were all fine.

A small grey and black droid was floating just off the balcony. Unoticed by Han or Leia it found a spot off to the side and focused on them.

While Leia was watching the city lights Han was watching her. H e was relieved to see her alive after the explosion and all of the other events. He noticed a small red dot in front of her heart. A shot rang out and she let out a surprised cry as Han tackled her to the ground. Before she knew what was happening Han was half dragging, ha;f carring her inside behind a wall.
"You Okay" he asked her. She nodded. Her eyes were wide. "You need to call Mon Mothma and tell her to arrange for the kids to stay longer." She nodded again. "Will you say something!" he yelled.
She saw a dark red spot on the sleeve of his shirt. "Han," she said as she grabbed his arm. " Don't worry. It just grazed my arm. Didn't really hit it." Again she nodded. "Was this meant for me or you?" she asked him.
"You." "How do you know?" He looked at her. "Sweetheart, I'm not the chief of state."

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