"Tallis. Tallis? Tallis!"

Her eyes flickered open. The silhouette of a decidedly humanoid woman stood over her. Her features were obscured by shadows, the only clear thing about her being the weapon in her hand. A lightsaber with a vibrant yellow blade. A rare color, according to Tallis' mother. Only the fabled Jedi Sentinals used such unique kyber crystals.

Smiling at the silhouette, Tallis pushed herself up with her elbows. "Sula." She acknowledged the young, dead witch. "What are you doing here?"

The silhouette, or Sula, chuckled softly. "I never left. You won't let me go. And you better not let Han and Chewie go either."

At the mention of her friends Tallis stood to her feet and grabbed the shadowy figure by the wrist. "How do you know about them?"

Sula only chuckled again. "Silly Tallis. I'm just a dream, and I know all that you know." The shadow brushed Tallis' hand from her wrist. "Now wake up."

~~~

The headaches were passed and Chewbacca had silenced his complaining. Which made it all the easier for Han to formulate a plan. The big hunter Ocubas was still around and twice he had come down to the cell to serve a small bit of food to the prisoners. He liked to threaten that they would never get a meal as good as what he was giving again. Han begged to differ. He even was willing to bet Luke could cook better than this and he barely trusted the kid to boil water.

However the repulsive food gave Han a way out. To get the food in the cell the ray shield had to be powered down.

But when hours went by and neither Ocubas nor Drionn brought them food again Han scrapped the plan for a new one.

The cell block was old and not exactly up to date with its durability. The ray shield was truly the only thing keeping Han and Chewbacca inside.

The durasteel was less than new and quite dirty and some pieces even fell apart in the far corners.

"Chewie, come here." Han said as he knelt in one of the furthest corners. Chewbacca lumbered over and wuffed in question.

"We're gonna make some tools." Han said. "Get those monster claws out."

Chewbacca grunted in annoyance, crossing his arms and hiding his big furry hands.

"Sorry," Han apologized with humor, "tree climbing claws."

The wookiee rolled his eyes and got down beside Han. Wookiees were native to the planet Kashyyyk, and the world was in fact primarily a huge jungle. Seldom did Han ever see trees that could rival Chewbacca's homeworld. Cities as big as Alderaan's capital or a good chunk of Coruscant had been made in them. And thousands of wookiees used to live there. But sometimes they'd fall. And that's where their special abilities came in. Chewbacca had in appearances four fingers and a thumb on each hand like the normal human. However, he possessed retractable claws in his fingers much like a cat. Only these claws were long, sharp as could be and quite strong. Scratching away at less than durable steel proved to barely be a challenge for the wookiee as Chewbacca sawed away at the metal wall.

Soon both had makeshift, needle point knives.

Chewbacca whined with obvious worry. Their captures had taken his satchel and belt, leaving nowhere but his palm or fur to hide the blade.

Han grinned and took the knife from his friend. "Don't worry pal, I'll hide it for you." He promised while sliding the two weapons into his boot.

Now the duo sat back down and waited. For being trapped by two ruthless hunters, Han felt quite bored as they were taken to what may be their elaborate executions at Jabba's favorite Sarlacc pit.