DW/SW
The next instalment...
17
"I take it you do know where Alderaan is then?" Rose said with the sole purpose of annoying Han. She was standing in the doorway through which he was about to go to the Millennium Falcon's controls.
He just scowled, put both hands on her shoulders, and moved her bodily out of his way. He did not hurt her, but he was strong enough that she momentarily could not think of anything to say as he and Chewbacca pushed past her.
"Don't tell me you enjoyed that," Jack said with a wink, leaning close to her.
She was about to give a sarcastic retort when a string of what sounded like expletives rang out from the pilots' cabin. Curious, she went in.
"What's going on?" Han was saying in a positively irate voice, while Chewbacca just gave a grizzly moan of complaint. They were both fiddling with controls, flicking one switch, turning a dial, frowning and swearing all the time. "Right, sit back," Han said before plunging a large piece of apparatus that looked like a joystick forwards. The whole ship shuddered, even seemed to edge forward slightly.
"Actually, can you even fly this thing?" Rose said, though her inner rational mind was wondering why she wanted to wind Han up further when he was clearly in a state of ire already, and it was important to all of them that the Falcon was able to fly.
Han had just stood up and turned on her with murder in his eyes when Jack sidled in. "Guess you shouldn't have got wheel clamped if you wanted to go anywhere," he said.
Han turned on him. "What?"
"The large clamp on your front wheel. I'm guessing you didn't put it there."
Han subsequent string of expletives is not printable. He then looked at Chewbacca, who gave him a shrug. "So why didn't you say anything?" Han shouted, making Rose back away slightly and fall with embarrassing clumsiness into one of the pilots' seats.
"I thought it was your lock!" Jack protested, ignoring Rose. "You know, a security measure or something."
"Great," Han said, apparently having exhausted his supply of curse words. "Chewie, didn't you get the space tax sorted? I told you it had to be paid weeks ago!"
Rose giggled more audibly than she meant to as Chewbacca raised a large hairy palm to his forehead. Han turned on her. "Right, that's it," he said, clasping a hand on her wrist and pulling her up out of the chair with surprising ease.
"Stop that!" she squealed. "You're hurting me!"
Before Jack could do anything, Han had dragged her to the Falcon's main door and opened it. "If you're so smart, sugar," he said angrily, "then you can get the clamp off yourself."
Just as Han was about to shut the door on her, a he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, pulling him round forcibly. Jack punched him in the face.
As Han reeled away, more blood began to pour from his already bloody nose, Chewbacca, with what would have seemed touching loyalty if a bad guy had been on the receiving end, put his hands around Jack's waist, lifted him clean off the floor, and threw him out of the door.
"That helped," Rose said, giving Jack her hand so that he could haul himself up. The door swung shut with a bang, and she looked up at it, half angry, half desperate.
"Oh, Jack, thank you so much for defending my honour!" Jack said, sounding genuinely upset.
She turned to him. "Look, thanks, but what exactly are we going to do now?"
"Personally, I'm all for heading back to the TARDIS."
"We can't do that!" It was what Rose most wanted to do too, but she knew it was a bad idea: the TARDIS might not still be there, and then the Doctor would not know they were still in Mos Eisley until he got to Alderaan. And being stuck in Mos Eisley with nowhere to go and a gang of aliens baying for their blood was such a bad idea. "We'll just have to get the clamp off," she said.
And then the gang of aliens appeared in the dock's back door.
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Indeed, for the moment, that's the last chapter. So, no more fic over the weekend because I need time to write some!
17
"I take it you do know where Alderaan is then?" Rose said with the sole purpose of annoying Han. She was standing in the doorway through which he was about to go to the Millennium Falcon's controls.
He just scowled, put both hands on her shoulders, and moved her bodily out of his way. He did not hurt her, but he was strong enough that she momentarily could not think of anything to say as he and Chewbacca pushed past her.
"Don't tell me you enjoyed that," Jack said with a wink, leaning close to her.
She was about to give a sarcastic retort when a string of what sounded like expletives rang out from the pilots' cabin. Curious, she went in.
"What's going on?" Han was saying in a positively irate voice, while Chewbacca just gave a grizzly moan of complaint. They were both fiddling with controls, flicking one switch, turning a dial, frowning and swearing all the time. "Right, sit back," Han said before plunging a large piece of apparatus that looked like a joystick forwards. The whole ship shuddered, even seemed to edge forward slightly.
"Actually, can you even fly this thing?" Rose said, though her inner rational mind was wondering why she wanted to wind Han up further when he was clearly in a state of ire already, and it was important to all of them that the Falcon was able to fly.
Han had just stood up and turned on her with murder in his eyes when Jack sidled in. "Guess you shouldn't have got wheel clamped if you wanted to go anywhere," he said.
Han turned on him. "What?"
"The large clamp on your front wheel. I'm guessing you didn't put it there."
Han subsequent string of expletives is not printable. He then looked at Chewbacca, who gave him a shrug. "So why didn't you say anything?" Han shouted, making Rose back away slightly and fall with embarrassing clumsiness into one of the pilots' seats.
"I thought it was your lock!" Jack protested, ignoring Rose. "You know, a security measure or something."
"Great," Han said, apparently having exhausted his supply of curse words. "Chewie, didn't you get the space tax sorted? I told you it had to be paid weeks ago!"
Rose giggled more audibly than she meant to as Chewbacca raised a large hairy palm to his forehead. Han turned on her. "Right, that's it," he said, clasping a hand on her wrist and pulling her up out of the chair with surprising ease.
"Stop that!" she squealed. "You're hurting me!"
Before Jack could do anything, Han had dragged her to the Falcon's main door and opened it. "If you're so smart, sugar," he said angrily, "then you can get the clamp off yourself."
Just as Han was about to shut the door on her, a he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, pulling him round forcibly. Jack punched him in the face.
As Han reeled away, more blood began to pour from his already bloody nose, Chewbacca, with what would have seemed touching loyalty if a bad guy had been on the receiving end, put his hands around Jack's waist, lifted him clean off the floor, and threw him out of the door.
"That helped," Rose said, giving Jack her hand so that he could haul himself up. The door swung shut with a bang, and she looked up at it, half angry, half desperate.
"Oh, Jack, thank you so much for defending my honour!" Jack said, sounding genuinely upset.
She turned to him. "Look, thanks, but what exactly are we going to do now?"
"Personally, I'm all for heading back to the TARDIS."
"We can't do that!" It was what Rose most wanted to do too, but she knew it was a bad idea: the TARDIS might not still be there, and then the Doctor would not know they were still in Mos Eisley until he got to Alderaan. And being stuck in Mos Eisley with nowhere to go and a gang of aliens baying for their blood was such a bad idea. "We'll just have to get the clamp off," she said.
And then the gang of aliens appeared in the dock's back door.
--
Indeed, for the moment, that's the last chapter. So, no more fic over the weekend because I need time to write some!