Disclaimer: Disney's. Not mine. :(

Characters: Han Solo / Leia Organa

Rated: K

Genre: Friendship / Humour (timeline: close to ESB)


With a sharp curse, Leia tossed a stack of papers down into the centre of the table. Silence fell upon the small cramped boardroom.

All eyes settled on the annoyed, flushed face near the head of the room.

Han smiled smugly and settled back in his chair, kicking his legs causally up onto the surface in front of him.

"What?" She snapped. "Am I the only one who thinks this is a complete disaster." She glanced around, as if daring someone to contradict her. Her question was answered again with silence and many shaking heads. "Right then; Wedge, you wanted to comment?" As she sat, her eyes met Han's quickly. Apparently, sixteen days of close quarters in a testy ship with a foul-mouth captain had had an effect on her. And her language.

Looking back down to the data pad in front of her, trying bravely to ignore the arrogant, watchful stare of the man across from her, she had to concede that while Old Corellian was nearly obsolete as a recognized language, it's curses carried more weight than any other tactic she had ever used.