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mydarllinglover · 2 months

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Stars Collided || Sixteen

The three were blindfolded, as they were escorted to a new place.

"Ani, Snips." Lovisa spoke, hurriedly. "Thank you, for being the first friend's I've ever had, and caring about me more than who I am to the Kingdom, but for me, you have no Idea what it means to me, and I... I love you, both, I'm so sorry you're in this, because of me-"

"It's not because of you" Ahsoka cut her off, with a snappy tone. "Don't do that to yourself."

"We're not going to die, M'lady, we'll figure it out, I know it, don't embarrass yourself by admitting your inner thoughts, too soon." Anakin told her, a slight teasing in his tone

"It does not matter to me even if you both are paid to be in my presence, you have treated me with so much kindness and humility, than anyone ever has."

"Lovisa, stop it, I can not have my last moments with you being... sentimental, don't ruin my image of you."

"We're not going to die" Anakin repeated.

"Shut it!" A guard told them, as he took off their blindfolds, and they were dragged along, by their chains, into what looked like an large arena, stands full of people shouted and jeered, chucking things down, as they walked below them.

Four pillars stood, in the middle, and that's when they spotted someone chained to the first one.

"Obi-Wan?" Anakin asked.

"Anakin? What on earth are you doing here? And the Princess, Anakin!"

"I was protecting her, Master!" He defended, as they were also chained to the pillars.

Lovisa quickly ran her fingers through her hair, grabbing a clip, from her thick curls, just as the guard walked over to chain her, between her two friends.

"Good job." The man nodded, with sarcasm.

"Death to the royals!" The crowd had started to chant, upon noticing Princess Lovisa, in attendance.

"Ignore them, Lovey." Ahsoka told the girl, who looked around, a worried look on her face.

"Who- Is that the handmaiden?" Obi-Wan stretched to peer at the last pillar. "Anakin, you had strict instructions!"

"This isn't the time, right now!" The boy cut off the man.

"Ladies and Gentleman!" They looked up, where a group of people were stood, Count Dooku, General Grievous, the man who had captured them, a boy by his side, and Jabba the Hut, a large round man, who referred to himself as king, among the people of his small occupation, though, he was no such thing. "We have a somewhat special guest for you, tonight, though, not as special as her sister. The spare, Princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo!" Jabba the hut, introduced, as a bright light shone down on her, almost blinding the girl.

"Cunt!" Voices roared.

"Traitor"

"Kill her!"

"Bitch!"

"Down with the Royals!"

The people were angry, as their voices carried, some were hoarse, as they strained their vocal boxes.

They continued to throw things, at her, as she attempted to shield her face, with her arms.

"...Let the show begin!" Jabba bellowed, after allowing the crowd to finish their threats, a wide smirk plastered to his gruesome face.

A large bell was rang, announcing the beginning of their end.

"I've got a bad feeling about this." Anakin commented.

Without waiting to see what was at stake for her, Lovisa got to work on needling the clip into the lock of the chains, breaking it from the inside, a skill she had mentally thanked Padme, for teaching her, many times.

"Oh my god!" She heard Ahsoka gasp, beside her.

Lovisa spared a look, over her shoulder, as she wiggled her hands free.

An gate was being raised, as a mass variety of all sorts of animals walked out, letting out a range of different sounds, causing goosebumps to raise along her skin.

She got to work of undoing Ahsoka's chains, as she could hear Anakin and Obi-Wan conversing their own escape.

"Up, go up!" Lovisa rushed, as she marched back to her own podium, using the chains to hoist herself up, so that she could stand on top of it, and far out of the way of the beasts, that looked hungry.

Ahsoka copied the girl, as she also got to the top of her own.

"Just relax, concentrate." Obi-Wan told his Padawan.

"But, what about the girls?" He asked, looking at his master.

"They seem to be on top of things." Obi-Wan shrugged, looking at the two, as they stood, assessing the arena.

"What?" Anakin looked over, to be amazed at the sight, how had they done that?

An large animal, with horns along its nose, charged at Obi-Wan, and he used this to his advantage, dodging out of the way, allowing it to pierce his chains, setting him free from his pillar.

Another went for Anakin, and using the force, as well as his own chains, he hoisted himself up, jumping into the air, and flipping onto it's back, breaking the connection of the metal, to the pillar.

An white catlike animal had claimed Lovisa, as it attempted to climb the pillar to get to her, but she used her chain, as a whip, to beat it down, seeming to anger it more.

That's when it jumped once more, just managing to claw her back, leaving deep scratches, as she wailed in pain.

Ahsoka watched, as Anakin was dragged off of his ride, being pulled along in the sand and dust, as the animals began fighting each other.

She waved her own chains down, grabbing the attention of two of the animals, as they both hurtled towards it, and just in time, she yanked them up, letting them collide into each other, dragging the animal that was attacking Lovisa, into their fight, taking the focus off of her.

Anakin, somehow, had managed to tame his, being able to hop back onto it, using his chain as a lasso, before turning It into a harness, for his beast, as Obi-Wan, continued to taunt his own, even managing to get it to knock down his pillar, as he claimed an long electric shocker, from one of the guards, who had been leering the animals over towards their captees.

Lovisa stood tall, as Anakin rode his beast towards her pillar, halting to just below it.

"Jump!" He shouted.

She braced herself, before doing just that, landing behind him, her arms instantly wrapping around his waist, as she kissed his cheek.

"What about me?!" Ahsoka called.

"Hurry up, Snips!" Anakin called to her, moving closer.

Ahsoka took a deep breath in, before throwing herself down, and landing behind Lovisa.

Obi-Wan had managed to get on top of his own beast, as he rode it over towards them.

"What now?" Lovisa asked.

A group of large looking scorpions, rolled from the gates, circling the two beasts.

"You just had to ask." Ahsoka breathed out.

They watched, as Jedi swarmed the arena, unsheathing their swords, and that's when they spotted Master Windu, speaking with Count Dooku.

Guards ran into the new battlefield just as the Jedi had, battling each other, as Anakin and Obi-Wan avoided the crossfire, on their beasts.

"Here, found these, thought you may need them." A Jedi shouted, as they tossed swords at the two, who were quick to grab them, cutting all the existing chains, and joining the battle.

"Gimme that!" Ahsoka demanded, shoving a guard, and taking their sword, she was glad that Colo had took pleasure in teaching the handmaiden tricks and defensive moves, as they waited for their dear princess to finish her lessons for the day, something that she had been unaware of.

Lovisa crawled along the floor, keeping low, as she avoided the many people, rubble, animals, and gunfire.

She found a lone gun, jumping up and shooting at anything that didn't resemble a Jedi.

As they continued to fight, Lovisa and Anakin had found themselves pushed together, assessing the battlefield.

"You don't seem so helpless." He commented.

"I always said I could protect myself." She raised a brow at him, shooting down a guard.

The corner of his mouth raised, as he watched her, before forcing himself back into defence mode.

"Wait- Is that?" Lovisa gasped, and they looked over, to see all three puppies were among the fighting, the three of them were chewing at the trouser leg of one of the guards, knocking him down, as they continued to attack him.

"Artoo!" Anakin called, excitedly.

The Jedi, as well as the Princess and the Handmaiden, were forced into a circle, as the guards kept coming, surrounding them.

But then, they had come to a stand still, dropping their weapons, as they stared at the Jedi, waiting on orders.

The Jedi had also lowered their swords, as they looked around.

"Master Windu." Count Dooku called down. "You have fought gallantly... worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order. Now. It is finished. Surrender and your lives will be spared."

"We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!" Master Windu refused.

"Then, I'm sorry, Old friend." Count Dooku nodded, and the guards had raised their weapons, once more.

Anakin twirled the sword in his hand, as he prepared to resume the fighting.

"Look!" Lovisa shouted, noticing what others hadn't.

Hundreds of soldiers, being led by Master Yoda, marched into the arena, as they shot down the guards, surrounding the Jedi, spurring them on, to join the fight.

One, on top of a horse, rode over to Anakin and Lovisa, blocking them both from the battle.

"I have strict orders to get the princess out and far away from here." He said, to Anakin.

"Go." Anakin told her, as he grabbed her waist, to lift her up on top of the horse.

"No! I will stay and help!" She demanded.

"You will not, you will get on this horse, and let..."

"Rex, sir." The man introduced himself.

"And let Rex take you to safety, understood?"

"Anakin!"

"Don't argue with me." He told her, as he put her on top of the horse. "Rex, do not let any harm come to the princess."

"I won't sir, I'll bet my life on it."

"Good, get her out of here!" He smacked the back of the horse, making it cry out, before galloping away.

"Where are you taking me?!" Lovisa yelled.

"Base, your highness, they'll meet us back there."

Lovisa looked behind her, watching Anakin fight against the guards, it was almost like a dance, how graceful and persistent he was, her heart swelled at the sight, as he got smaller, and smaller.

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pulpwriterx · 3 years

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A SHEEP AS BLACK AS MIDNIGHT IN SPACE

It is a dark time for the Galaxy. General Enric Pryde and Supreme Leader Snoke have unleashed a reign of terror, dealing the New Republic a terrible blow with the Hosnian Cataclysm. But all is not lost. General Organa has discovered a New Hope from the desert of Jakku, who will become the Last Jedi. After Rey, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Poe Dameron and Finn, the former FN2187 undertook a daring raid that led to the destruction of Starkiller Base, Rey has gone to Ahch-To, to study under the reclusive Jedi Master Luke Skywalker. And he will tell her a secret. There is another.

I: THERE IS ANOTHER.

Luke Skywalker sighed, heavily.

“Master Luke, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“I destroyed my own family, Rey. And the Galaxy is paying the price. Did you ever wonder why Han and Leia don’t live together? Why I’m in exile, here? There is another. Or at least, there was. My nephew. My paduan. The best and worst student at the Jedi Temple. Ben Solo.”

“Ben Solo! Didn’t he die at the Jedi Temple?”

“In a way, he did. He doesn’t use that name, anymore.”

“Then he’s alive? Do you know what happened to him?”

“A great many things. First? There were his mother's expectations. She had his whole life planned out. His Royal Highness, Prince Benjamin Skywalker Organa-Solo. He was going to be the perfect Jedi, the perfect young leader, the perfect fair-haired son of the New Republic. He wasn’t supposed to be a giant behemoth of a man, who was too much like his father and his grandfather to fit in any mold. Han and I pretty much figured that Big Ben was going his own way by the time he was six. His hair was down to his waist, and he’d scream and break the scissors with the Force if you came near him to cut his hair. He wouldn’t wear clothes. Just a pair of underwear, if you took him out. He wanted to be a Wookiee. He wouldn’t speak Basic. Just Shriiyywook. We worked it out. But Ben never really changed.”

Luke sighed.

“As he grew to manhood, I started seeing my nephew as a monster. His obsession with his own duality, and that of his grandfather. His heretical leanings toward the Grey Path. And his vows? Forget vows. Not my nephew, the king of taboo. Jedi are supposed to take vows of chastity, and honesty. To have control over their emotions. Ben sold cigarillos, wine, and rubbers from his father’s smuggling operation out of my father’s TIE Fighter, his personal vehicle. He lost his virginity when he was 14 to his best friend, Talia who was 13. As usual? Han was the best worst father, ever. He took her to get an implant, and kept Ben supplied with rubbers. Which he needed, because any of my female students who were curious about their resident Rebel Angel? Let’s just say, Ben never failed to satisfy their curiosity. He didn’t listen to me when I tried to stop him. He really thought he meant something to these girls. After all, they meant something to him. It took Talia telling him she was going to rent him by the hour out of her Wookiee foster father’s garage in Mos Eisley, because he laid more pipe to more satisfied customers than any spaceport gigolo. I mean, how do you teach a six and a half foot tall Force of nature who has been using the Force since he was a toddler in a crib to open the cupboard and get the cookies?”

“He likes cookies?”

“Ben? He eats like a Wookiee. Literally. Chewie taught him to cook.”

“But he likes cookies?”

“Eats them by the box."

Master Luke laughed.

“Now I see that all of it was so very minor. I used to get so angry with him about the TIE Fighter, and the smuggling, and Talia, and the other girls. He didn’t trust me to tell me how the Dark Side, how Snoke was stalking him. It had been a terrible day, for Ben. I disciplined his little group of girls, and all four of them blamed everything on him. Not Talia, though. She spoke up for Ben. But the other three girls? They didn’t take his side. They gave him up. He sat in his hut and cried, all day. He really cared. He did. The poor kid cried himself to sleep. I went to check on him, that night and I felt the Dark Side all around him. While he was sleeping. I thought he had given himself over to it. I attacked. I almost cut off his head, but Ben defended himself. He blocked my lightsaber with his and punched me in the face as hard as he could. If I wasn’t a Jedi Master who can anticipate my opponent's movements. It would have broken my neck. But he didn't mean to kill me. Ben was just scared. As it was, I was unconscious until the morning. By then? It was all over."

Rey couldn’t believe the enormity of the act that he had just admitted to.

Trying to murder his own paduan, his own nephew!

“What happened to your nephew after he brought the building down on you? Did he join the Dark Side.”

“No. He packed up his gear and walked ten miles to the spaceport, and made it there by morning. He left Yavin 4 on a Mandalorian freighter with a business associate of his father’s, Din Saxon, under an assumed name that he had identity papers for. Now he’s partners with Rotta the Hutt, Jabba’s son, Din Saxon, the Mandalorian, and Han Solo. They revived the old Galactic Black Market, and now there’s a war on, not only are they making a fortune? They’re the only game in town for a lot of little things that people find it hard to live without. They do sell arms and coaxium to both sides, but they only sell the low-grade junk to the First Order and at three times the price they sell to the Resistance. I hear that Ben’s doing well. He hasn’t realized his ambition to meet the girl the Force has bound him to, but he still has his friend, Talia. I trained her as a Jedi Healer, and she's since gone to the Republic Medical School. She's Ben's personal doctor. As reckless as he is? He needs to travel with a farkling doctor. Pardon my language. The point is, my nephew renounced the Jedi and the Sith, the Dark and the Light, that day. He wants no part of it. He follows the Grey Path. As it was laid out by Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He also wants no part of this war. His name is Ben Solo, but the name he does business under, the name you’ll have heard of is his alias. Kylo Skywalker. The Arkanian.”

“Ben Solo is Kylo Skywalker, the Arkanian?”

“Yes. And he and Han are looking to add a good scavenger to their operation, because Kylo just bought the salvage rights to the site of the Battle of Yavin-4. And he’s the new owner of the ruins of the Second Death Star. You were the best scavenger at Niima Outpost. I’m sure you're the woman for the job.”

***

Kylo Skywalker was truly a man larger than life.

He wore a black oilskin duster, caped and hooded, festooned with grommets, pockets, and epaulets over a black pair of pilot’s coveralls, tucked into tall black jackboots.

He also wore a huge pair of brown leather and Beskar chrome goggles, with shatterproof mirrored lenses.

And he was the tallest, burliest man that Rey had ever seen.

He sat down across from her at the table she had picked out at the Niima Cantina.

The man had a quiet air of undeniable menace about him.

It put Rey on edge.

“You should try to hide that you have that much strength in the Force. The Sith are real, and the First Order take who they want.”

“Not if I work for you, Jedi Temple dropout, right?"

“I picked a good time to leave. I hear you're the best scavenger at Niima Outpost.”

“I am. Can you take those goggles off? I feel like I’m talking to a man with no eyes.”

He lowered his hood, and took off the goggles.

Time stopped.

And it wasn’t just because Kylo Skywalker the man had grown up to be a black swan with dark, saturnine good looks out of the ugly duckling of a boy that Master Luke had described to her.

It was because Rey was fairly sure it was him.

The man with whom she had shared a bond in the Force, for as long as she could remember.

She never knew his face, or his name, but now that she saw him, she somehow recognized him.

“It’s OK. I feel it, too. The Force brings people together for all kinds of reasons. Look at it this way? Now you’re sure to get the job. You’re hired, Rey…”

Rey shrugged.

“Just Rey. My parents left me when I was a little girl. I never got a last name. I don’t have identity papers, either.”

“That’s OK. I can get you some, if you need them.”

The doors opened.

Rey was excited to see Han and Chewie, again.

Kylo laughed.

He had a beautiful smile.

“My father. And my godfather. But you knew that, because my Uncle sent you here to recruit me. But I get the feeling you might decide to stick with me and the Old Man, instead. Keep that quiet, though.”

Han and Chewbacca sat down.

“She really is a scavenger. A friend of Poe’s. He got her into this mess. I got her out of it. So, you hired her, right, junior?”

“I hired her.”

“How you been, princess? You don’t look so good.” Han asked.

“You can tell us. I used to be you, after all. The Galaxy’s only hope.” Kylo joked.

“It was awful, mostly. Really awful. Master Luke was nothing like I thought he would be. Sometimes, he was very kind. But sad. As if he forgot that he was supposed to be terrible. But some of the things he taught me just confused me. Or scared me. I’m afraid of myself, now. What I might do.” Rey admitted.

“Forget it. Forget everything he taught you. It’s meaningless. The Force has no Dark Side, and no light. That dualistic nerfshit thinking? People made that up. As an excuse to control each other. And make war. You shouldn’t be afraid of what you’ll do, like it’s not up to you. You make your own destiny, Rey. Look at me. I made mine. I’m no Jedi. And I’m no Sith. There is another way. The Grey Path. I can teach it to you, if you want. Think it over. But as for all that poison Uncle Luke poured into your ears? Look what it did to him. Forget it.” Kylo advised her.

“Sounds like Luke is in bad shape, junior.” Han mentioned.

Casually.

“When Rey reports back to him? We’ll send him some supplies.” Kylo said.

“Rey, do you really want to be a Jedi?” Han asked her.

Nobody had asked her that, yet.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, try working with us for awhile. If you don’t want to go back? I won’t send you. I learned my lesson on that. With junior, here. Even after that Snoke bastard burned the Temple, Luke tried to get me to send my kid back to him, one more time. I said no. Since then, I get to visit my wife, but we don’t live together. And the kid and her aren’t on good terms. But Ben’s alive, and doing good, and the Sith and the First Order didn’t get him. It’s worth it. Don’t go back if you don’t want to. Let ‘em have their farkling war, without you. Fuck ‘m.” Han told her.

Kylo raised his pitcher.

“Dark side? Light side? Fuck it. My side.” He said.

He motioned to the Rodian barman.

“Rey works for me and Solo, now. If there’s trouble with her? You’ve got trouble with all of us.”

“I never had trouble with Rey. You made a good choice, Rey. These guys are the real deal. Order what you want, kiddo. The Arkanian has deep pockets. The deepest in the Galaxy.”

Rey was very hungry.

She ordered a lot of food, and a cheap half bottle of red wine.

“Don’t bring her the cheap stuff.” Kylo told the Rodian.

“Why are you so rich, Kylo?” Rey asked.

“He gets dressed up like another Darth Vader. Red lightsaber and all. And we raid First Order ships with full cargo holds. Or Crimson Dawn freighters. Sometimes First Order warehouses and depots. All he has to do is show up and…say it, Vader junior. Say your thing.” Han suggested.

“I am Kylo Skywalker, Lord Vader. All of this belongs to me. Surrender to me all that I ask for. Or you will die. Quickly! I find your lack of haste disturbing.”

Rey shivered.

But, much to her shame, not entirely in fear.

“That’s why I call him junior. Because I ain’t calling him Kylo. I didn’t name him Kylo. You should see these assholes give up. They usually just kneel and grovel. Sometimes, we have to get tough? But most of the time? It’s all money, it’s all for the taking, and it’s all ours.” Han explained.

“I also liberate Stormtroopers. Snoke takes them from their families, when they are children. And he brainwashed, humiliates, tortures, and enslaves them. The First Order takes their faces and their names, and makes them kill. For Snoke. It’s what he did to me. It’s what he meant for me. I didn’t deserve to live that way. No one does.” Kylo added.

“What happens to them?”

“If they have a home to go to? I help them return to it. Or find a job. Some of them work for me. They are my people, I am their Chieftain. No one else cares about them. Not my mother. Not the Resistance. Not the New Republic. I care.” Kylo told her.

Rey nodded.

The idea that Darth Vader’s grandson, the Galaxy’s only Grey Jedi Master, a ruthless pirate with unlimited money, was the self-styled Arkanian-style Clan Chieftain of a small army of loyalists with military training was a little unsettling.

And that’s why the General wants him. She wants not just her son, but his people, and the influence he has over not just them, but potentially the First Order.

When Rey thought that, Kylo turned to her.

“The Old Man and I are dangerous, ruthless men. But compared to my mother? We’re baby Ewoks.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Han agreed.

And just like that, Rey was working for the Outer Rim Cartel.

Her food and wine showed up.

“So, junior, I talked to the guy? The guy about identity papers for Rey. You object to her being a Solo?”

Kylo smiled at Rey in a way that let her know she wasn’t the only one thinking what she was thinking.

“As long as she isn’t supposed to be my sister? It’s fine by me.” Kylo replied.

"Nah. It says I'm her legal guardian until she's 21. So, that way, nobody can steal you, from me, Rey. I also put you down as Junior's common law wife. Then, after you're 21? Nobody can steal you from him. Considering the way you two keep looking at each other? I figure you don't mind."

"So, this is my wedding night?" Kylo asked

"Watch it, kid. They're just papers. It's not like I bought her from Unkar Plutt and I'm giving her to you."

"Yes, Kylo. This is our wedding night." Rey told him.

Chewbacca made a comment.

"It was not fast, Chewie. Rey is her. The girl of Ben's dreams. It's the Thunderbolt. Didn't you know, when you first met Mala, that she was the one for you?"

Chewie said something about how he wasn't talking about that kind of knowing.

"Yeah, well, it's none of our business. They're probably just kidding around. Come on, old pal. Let's not be the extra dicks at the wedding."

Han got up.

Chewie said something, sternly, to Ben that Rey didn't understand, and Ben replied earnestly.

Rey decided she was going to have to learn better Shriyyywook.

After Han and Chewie left, Ben opened the bottle of wine.

"Since we've suddenly found ourselves married? I should make you some kind of vow. Think about the loneliness you felt on this desert, Rey. The longing for someone, something to come for you. Think about it, and let it go. Because you'll never be that alone, again." He told her.

"You have nothing to worry about, Ben. You're every bit as strong as Darth Vader. And just as much a man as Han Solo. You may think you're the ugly duckling. But you've transformed into a beautiful black swan. What happens, now?"

"We'll eat our dinner, and drink this bottle of vintage Corellian red. And then? We'll start doing whatever the fuck we want. And we'll keep doing whatever the fuck we want, until death comes for us. And the son of a bitch is going to have to sneak up on me."

Kylo poured two glasses of wine.

Rey began to think this might really be where she was meant to be, after all.

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ashlynncoy-blog · 6 years

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Misfire: Help and Reward

MORNING: THE DEATH STAR: ALDERAAN SYSTEM

“Commence primary ignition.”

No!

This couldn’t be happening!

There were beeps and tweeters, the sounds of buttons being depressed and of levers being pulled. A whirr and a buzzing as lights flashed on panels all around. The unmistakable whine of a laser being charged. And then…

Nothing.

Silence.

For a moment everything on the deck was still. Tarkin gaped at the viewport, at the blue and glowing orb of Alderaan as it slowly rotated—peaceful and unmarred by his instrument of ruin.

And then a sudden flurry. The helmeted ghouls, just moments ago tasked with a planet’s destruction, running around like madmen.

“What happened?” Tarkin barked.

“A misfire, sir.”

“How is that possible?”

“The power plant might not have had full recharge after the operation on Scarif. We may need more time. We’re working on the problem now.”

“Take the princess back to her cell!”

THREE DAYS LATER: ALLIANCE BASE: YAVIN 4

“Solo!” Bail Organa called out to Han across the crowded throne room.

The ceremony had only just finished. General Dodonna had dismissed the rebel troops from their ranks, but most of them remained in the large chamber, milling about and trying to get a moment with the honorees. Luke was eating it up, happily shaking hands and clapping shoulders with all manner of personnel.

Han, who had never been particularly comfortable with crowds of strangers, had hung close to the front. He’d been having a delightful conversation with Leia and her mother when he heard Bail’s voice behind him. He turned to see the Viceroy waving. Solo waved to acknowledge him and then turned back to the ladies.

“You’re popular,” Leia declared, picking up the medal from around his neck to look at it more closely. She hadn’t had a chance to see the awards up close before the ceremony, and she’d been surprised at the weight of the thing when she’d first picked it up to put it around his neck. Han grinned down at her.

If someone in that Cantina on Tatooine had told him that before the week was out, he’d be standing on a dais with a medal around his neck, getting teased by a princess, he’d have taken any odds they had to offer against it.

But here he was.

“Captain Solo,” Bail greeted him then, clapping Han on his shoulder from behind. “A moment, please?” Han shrugged.

“Ladies,” he said, “if you’ll excuse me?” The two women nodded as Leia let go of Han’s medal.

“You’ll save me a dance,” Breha insisted as the men turned to go. Bail shook his head as he led Han toward a quiet corner just off the dais.

“I see you’re making friends with my wife,” he said. Han felt his face flush. Even at twenty years his senior, Breha Organa was a beautiful woman. And Han Solo couldn’t help it if he’d noticed. And she’d been so kind and welcoming to him, he couldn’t help but to like her and enjoy spending time with her. It occurred to him now maybe that wasn’t the most prudent relationship for him to be cultivating. But between her magnanimous hospitality, and his budding friendship with Leia, he had been spending an awful lot of time with Her Majesty these last few days.

“Yes sir,” Han said, hoping to keep it at that.

“I’m glad,” Bail said then. Not what Han expected. “People can be intimidated by the title,” he said, “sometimes that’s hard for her—especially someplace like this where we’re part of the command structure. It’s nice for Breha, and for Leia might I add, that you don’t seem hung up on that.”

“Um… thanks?” Bail shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m glad my family’s happy,” he said. “And to that end,” he added, pulling a small velvet box from an inside pocket of his tabard, “I wasn’t sure this would be here in time. It only just arrived, but I wanted to get it to you as soon as possible. I know you’ve been planning to take off as soon as the ceremony was over, and I wanted to get this to you.”

Han reached out and took the box from Bail’s hand. It was beautiful—a nicer thing than he could ever remember being presented with. Han was thoroughly unaccustomed to receiving gifts, especially gifts in fancy packages. And he wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Please,” Bail encouraged, “open it.”

Solo nodded and did as he’d been invited, pulling open the box at the hinge to get a look at the contents.

Nestled into the box’s velvet and satin interior, sat a tiny holocron. This was intriguing. Han wondered whether it might be some royal marker—Bail had said he’d be welcome on Alderaan any time—or perhaps it was a trophy of sorts to go along with the medal Leia and her mother had just given him.

When he switched it on, he discovered it was neither. But he recognized the sigil that came into relief right away. A pit suddenly formed in Solo’s stomach.

“Wait… that’s… that’s Jabba’s chit,” he said. Bail nodded.

The sigil rotated for another moment, and then an image of the Hutt crimelord came to life in miniature before them. The sound on the thing was muted, but his words were subtitled in aurebesh. In Huttese and then again in Basic, Jabba declared Han Solo’s debt to be paid in full.

“I don’t understand,” Han said. “How did you…?”

“I have my ways,” the Viceroy answered. He smiled then and shrugged. “I asked your copilot,” he admitted.

“You understand Shriiwook?”

“Not well,” Bail replied with a shake of his head, “but my droid is fluent in over six million forms of communication.”

“So you and your droid got Chewie to tell you…?”

“Don’t be mad at him,” Bail implored, “I told him I was concerned, that I wanted to know just how bad it was for you, because I was trying to understand what was going on and what I could do to help. I managed to get him to tell me how much you owed, and to whom. Sending the money and an agent wasn’t too hard after that.”

Han was shaking his head. He’d said it would be all right if Bail helped him out with his debts—that had been what had gotten him to agree to stick around the base to receive today’s medal. But the subject hadn’t come up again and he figured he’d be headed out first thing tomorrow to start back in on working off what he owed to Jabba.

This changed everything.

“I… I ain’t mad,” Han assured Bail, staring still at the holocron as the image of the despicable Hutt once again resolved itself into his rotating sigil. “I’m sure as hell surprised.”

“I told you I wanted to handle this for you,” Bail reminded him. “Now, at the risk of sounding a little bit selfish: I’m hoping this means you can stay with us. We’re going to have a hell of a time evacuating this place; a man with your skills and a ship as fast as that freighter you’ve tricked out could be a real boon to us during this time.”

Han took a deep breath.

These three days with the Rebel Alliance had been pretty great. He’d spent time with younger pilots, Luke included, teaching them tips and tricks—everything from ways to tweak a fuel mixture to a more comfortable way to strap in to an A-wing cockpit. He liked these people, and he believed in their cause—maybe not enough to join up and die for it, but ending galactic tyranny was certainly a more noble use of his time than smuggling spice for a Hutt.

Then again, Han Solo had never been particularly noble.

“Viceroy, I….”

“We’ll pay you fairly,” Organa said then. “If you won’t accept a commission and a salary, then we’ll keep you on as a contractor. Fuel, maintenance, medical, and rations are on us. You name a fair price and we’ll meet it.”

“Chewie, too?” Han asked. It had been his copilot’s better nature, not his own, that had brought them back in the midst of that battle. So far it seemed most Alliance personnel were fine with Chewbacca’s presence among them, but he wanted to be sure Organa knew that he and Chewie were a package deal. If they were offering to feed and house him, but not his co-pilot, then he might have a few choice words for these rebels on his way out.

“Of course,” Bail answered so quickly Han could tell the question had taken him by surprise. “Both Chewbacca and yourself will be paid and looked after. Please. Consider it?”

Han shrugged his shoulders. This was too good to pass up. All his, Chewie’s, and the Falcon’s needs met free of charge, plus he could name his price, plus he’d get that particular satisfaction that came from working for the good guys for once.

The sound of Leia’s laughter carried over the din of the crowd then; yet another reason to stick around. That girl was like no one else he’d ever met, and he certainly wouldn’t mind the chance to get to know her better. He knew Luke had designs on the princess, and because of that he wouldn’t be doing anything to overtly pursue her any time soon, but there was no harm in seeing what developed.

“All right,” he said to Bail, shutting the gift box and pocketing it before reaching out his hand for a handshake, “You rebels have got yourselves a pilot.”

#misfire #misfire verse #sw au #star wars au #sw fanfic #star wars fanfic #Ashlynn's fic #bail and han are really gonna be besties #breha loves the scoundrel too #that bts photo where carrie is holding the medal around Harrison's neck and they're both laughing

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Hasbro 6" Black Series Reveals - SWCO

We saw a slow release of new 6” Black Series figures throughout the Celebration weekend that included deluxe, exclusive, and wide release figures from all different eras of Star Wars. All of the figures announced at SWCO will be available this Fall with some coming as soon as this July as SDCC 2017 exclusives.

Hasbro kicked off the SWCO weekend early by announcing two deluxe sets; Rey with Jakku Speeder and Luke Skywalker with X-34 Landspeeder.

Hasbro made their first attempt at the 6” scale vehicles with TFA First Order Tie Fighter which landed a few years ago with a price tag of ~$150.00 (CAD). The Tie Fighter was a nice piece but it was very large and at that price point many collectors passed on it. The announcement of the two 6” scaled landspeeders is very exciting as the size, detail, and price point (<$100.00) is much more reasonable than TFA Tie Fighter. I wouldn’t expect these two deluxe sets to run stale on the pegs the same way the Tie Fighter did, so make sure to pick them up when you see them this Fall.

Luke Skywalker with X-34 Landspeeder - SDCC 2017 Exclusive

Luke Skywalker with his X-34 landspeeder is a perfect piece to release for the celebration of the 40th anniversary of ANH. The figure looks to have a new and much better head sculpt compared to the already released Black Series and Vintage Card Back versions of this figure and he also has a few more accessories including his Tatooine hat. The detail, paint applications, and scale of the X-34 landspeeder look fantastic. It is going to be very difficult to keep this one mint in box as it will look incredible displayed on a shelf.

I am a little disappointed that this was announced as a SDCC 2017 exclusive as it is a very desirable piece that is going to be hard and expensive to get. I am hoping that this gets a wide release similar to the Jabba the Hutt SDCC exclusive from a few years back.

Rey with Jakku Speeder

Rey with her Jakku speeder was the other early Celebration Black Series reveal and similar to the Luke set, it hits the right size and price point for collectors. Along with the speeder, we get the addition of her Jakku desert gear and accessories. Hasbro has added a lot to a figure we have seen drop in multiple waves over the last few years, making it a definite pick up.

Grand Admiral Thrawn Deluxe Set - SDCC 2017 Exclusive

Revealed at the Hasbro booth with Timothy Zahn and Dave Filloni on hand, the Grand Admiral Thrawn deluxe set was the most exciting Black Series announcement of SWCO (for me).

This is a realistic sculpt of the Rebels character in similar fashion to the Kanan, Sabine, and Ashoka figures we got in the last few waves of the Black Series. The sculpt looks fantastic and the packaging for the SDCC 2017 exclusive is incredible.

The packaging opens to reveal Thrawn’s office from Rebels with the iconic Ysalamiri above his head as he is flanked by some of the artifacts from Rebels including Hera’s Kalikori.

The Thrawn figure will get a regular wide release just without the exclusive packaging and related accessories.

Jaina Solo - 2016 Fan’s Choice Winner

It was announced at the SDCC 2016 Hasbro panel that Jaina Solo had won the 2016 Fan’s Choice Poll. With Hasbro giving the fans one of the Solo twins from Legends, they continue to show how committed they are to producing figures collector want. The sculpt on this figure looks great and hopefully down the road we can get Jacen Solo to complete the set.

Grand Moff Tarkin

Tarkin has seen a lot of focus since the Disney Universe reset with a novel (Tarkin by James Luceno), cameos in Star Wars: Rebels, a supporting role in Catalyst: A Rogue One Novel, and a surprise appearance in Rogue One. There is no better time for this character to be making his first appearance in the 6” scale. The detail looks great, capturing his iconic facial features and he comes with nicely scaled interrogation droid from ANH.

Clone Commander Gree - TRU Exclusive

This is the Clone Commander that Master Yoda decapitated during the battle of Kashyyyk after Order 66 was issued by the Emperor. This will be approximately the 9th variation of a Clone Trooper we are getting in the Black Series, but the paint applications and unique look of the figure makes it much more desirable than some other Clone iterations. The recent TRU exclusives (First Order Snow Trooper Commander & Hover Tank Pilot) have initially been released at a higher price point than the wide release figures and have both been heavily discounted after lingering on the pegs. Watch for this figure in the Fall and keep an eye out for price drops after its initial release.

Inferno Squadron Pilot - Gamestop/EB Games Exclusive

The Inferno Squadron will be the focus of the single-player campaign in Star Wars Battlefront II (November, 2017) and will have their origin story told in this years book titled Inferno Squad (July, 2017), that pick up right after the events on Rogue One. This is a very exciting figure and as a video game tie-in it is appropriate that it will be a Game Stop/EB Games exclusive.

Hasbro did confirm at SDCC 2016 that a Force Awakens Luke Skywalker was in development and I am surprised they didn't reveal him as the SDCC 2017 exclusive. I am sure we can expect that figure in the first few waves of The Last Jedi Black Series figures that will be revealed either at SDCC 2017 or hit the shelves at this years Force Friday in September.

All of these announcements add to the growing list of unreleased figures first shown at last years SDCC and were on display at SWCO (Lando, Emperor’s Royal Guard, Hera, Qui-Gon Jinn).

The Black Series line has become the pinnacle of modern Star Wars collecting with over 100 6” figures announced or released since they initially hit shelves in 2012. Expect more announcements at SDCC 2017 and maybe our first look at a figure from The Last Jedi.

Happy Hunting!

Thanks for reading,

Tim

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