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Who: Han Solo (Open!)
Where: The hangar
What: YOU MANIACS
Han should have brought a Jedi--
-- wait. Would a Jedi have been able to help in this situation?
Kriff it.
With his blaster pointed, he charged over the desert ground. It was nearing twilight, and the lights near the airfield hadn't been turned on yet. He hadn't had to put up too much of a struggle as he busted out of the base.
He knew exactly where he was going. Oh, of course, there was a long list of ideas he had entertained during this year should he escape: punching George Lucas and every Star Wars author in the throat, giving Harrison Ford a piece of his mind, and going to a zoo and kidnapping a shark and a tiger and making them fight.
....
But first, he had to find his ship. Padme could take care of his family right now -- hells, most of them could take care of themselves better than he could, but his girl was defenseless. He had to make sure she was okay. She had to be somewhere on base.
He ran inside the hangar. He dropped to his knees and screamed, just like that Charlton Heston guy in that holo he watched about the monkeys. The Millenium Falcon had seen better days. No one had cared enough to clean her, repair her, oil her up for at least a year.
For every scratch Han found, he would rip George a new asshole.
Where: The hangar
What: YOU MANIACS
Han should have brought a Jedi--
-- wait. Would a Jedi have been able to help in this situation?
Kriff it.
With his blaster pointed, he charged over the desert ground. It was nearing twilight, and the lights near the airfield hadn't been turned on yet. He hadn't had to put up too much of a struggle as he busted out of the base.
He knew exactly where he was going. Oh, of course, there was a long list of ideas he had entertained during this year should he escape: punching George Lucas and every Star Wars author in the throat, giving Harrison Ford a piece of his mind, and going to a zoo and kidnapping a shark and a tiger and making them fight.
....
But first, he had to find his ship. Padme could take care of his family right now -- hells, most of them could take care of themselves better than he could, but his girl was defenseless. He had to make sure she was okay. She had to be somewhere on base.
He ran inside the hangar. He dropped to his knees and screamed, just like that Charlton Heston guy in that holo he watched about the monkeys. The Millenium Falcon had seen better days. No one had cared enough to clean her, repair her, oil her up for at least a year.
For every scratch Han found, he would rip George a new asshole.