Friday, February 10, 2012

Bakura Pillows - A Missing Moment/Valentine's Story by JZHanFan

Here's a Missing Moment/Valentine's Story combo submitted by JZHanFan.

It takes place during "Truce at Bakura" which is the EU book that follows ROTJ and answers the question of just what happened with all of those inflatable pillows... 

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"He took her hand and tugged her around the freestanding divider of crates. She set her cup beside his.
"I – " he stopped. Leia looked down into a nest of self-inflating pillows. "Chewie – " Han growled. He dropped her hand. "I guess that's a little blatant. I never should've trusted a Wookiee."
Leia laughed. "Chewie set this up?"
"Wait till I tell that big wet-nosed furball – " Still laughing, she braced herself against a bulkhead and shoved him over backward. He caught her hand and went down flailing."
- from "The Truce At Bakura" by Kathy Tyers


They fell together into the surprisingly soft pile of pillows.
Leia, who'd landed in an awkward sprawl across Han's lap, struggled to sit up, but her efforts were thwarted by the arm he threw around her waist, pinning her in place. Laughing, she surrendered to the inevitable and let him tuck her more comfortably into the curve of his shoulder. Her head lifted and she nudged his chin expectantly.
Quite pleased with this development, he brought his hand up to caress her cheek and moved in to kiss her. Unfortunately, his motion set the pile of pillows wobbling dangerously, and before either of them had time to adjust, Solo found himself abruptly dropped through a gap onto the deck below.
He gave a yelp of pain as his elbow cracked against the metal plating and a tingling spread, rapidly, down his arm to his fingers, radiating from the point of impact. Cradling his arm, he opened his mouth to bellow some choice words about his co-pilot's poor choice of materials, but the laughing mouth of Princess Leia silenced him completely.
For several long moments there was nothing but the taste of her lips and the soft weight of her body as she pressed tight against him.
"Hey," he growled, breaking their kiss and pressing his forehead to hers. "Just what do you think you're doing, Princess?"
"I think," she whispered back, blowing out a long, shaky breath, "that I am getting your attention."
"Oh, you have my attention, all right." His hands closed around her backside and guided her hips so she could feel the extent of his arousal. "You have, " - he began to kiss his way down her neck - "all of my attention."
"All of it?"
"Mmm hmm. Every bit. How about you? Do I have your attention?" His fingers were working at the buttons of her jumpsuit, and she lifted her hands to help him. Her flesh was warm and soft beneath his hands, and his palm closed, urgently, around one firm breast. Expertly, his thumb teased her nipple erect and she gave a small cry, arching her neck.
"Oh, yes," she breathed. A loud hiss of air escaped from one of the pillows as they shifted about and the mood broken, she suddenly began to giggle. "You sure know how to pick a romantic setting, Solo."
"This isn't exactly what I had in mind," he shrugged, apologetically. "Chewie sort of… ran with it."
"Just what did you have in mind?"
"I dunno… something more, subtle?" He frowned at her amused expression. "Look, I just… I wanted you to see I was serious about making time for you… for us. Making room for you in my life."
"Making out with me in your cargo hold," she added, still amused.
"Well, if you insist," he grinned, tugging the tails of his shirt free of his trousers.
"Keep your pants on, hot shot," she retorted, catching his hand as he made a move toward his belt. "I am not doing this here."
"Where, then?" he asked, unable to keep the plaintive note out of his voice completely.
"I don't know," she sighed, "just… not here. Not now. Not with Luke and the fleet out there battling, who knows what… while we hide out."
"This isn't hiding out. This is me doing my job, which is keeping you safe."
"That's not why you're here," she began, and he cut her off.
"They didn't pick me for my diplomatic skills, sweetheart. I'm here because I want to be. Because you matter to me."
"As much as your precious ship?" She wanted the words back as soon as she'd said them, but he didn't seem fussed.
"More," he said, solemnly, without hesitating.
"Better not say that too loud," she muttered, "she might hear you."
"Are you jealous of the Falcon?"
She looked embarrassed all at once. "Maybe." Lifting a hand, she displayed her thumb and index finger, held close together. "A little."
"Why?" he asked, simply.
"I don't know… because she's been with you for so long... because of the way you look when you talk about her. It's like… I'll always be second best."
"Hey," he said, more serious than he'd ever been. "Don't talk like that. She's my ship, and they don't come better than the Falcon... but you? You're my princess. You don't ever need to worry about being second best."
"Do you think she's jealous, of me?"
He gave this serious consideration before answering. "Nah. I think she likes you. You two girls have been through a lot together."
"I hope you're right," she said, touched by this display of sentimentality, even if it was directed at the Falcon. "I hope she likes me, because I plan on spending a lot of time with her Captain."
"A lot, huh?" Once again, he wasn't entirely able to conceal the hopefulness in his voice.
"Yes," she laughed. "But I was sort of thinking along the lines of the bunk in the crew cabin and not a pile of pillows in the hold."
"You're joking. The crew cabin's not private, Chewie sleeps in there, too."
"It's more private than the lounge. Doesn't the door lock?"
"Course not. The fresher's in there. Why would we lock the door?"
"Honestly, Solo. How in space did you manage before now? Surely you don't lock Chewie out of the ship?"
"Not exactly, but... well, Chewie knows when to make himself scarce for a couple of hours. And I don't always bring girls back to the ship." He winced as he realized how that sounded. "I mean… a lot of times we'd go to her place."
"Her place?" Leia suppressed a giggle at this mental image. "What, in the women's barracks?"
"No," he said, stiffly. "In port, I mean."
She flushed, abruptly understanding just what sort of women he meant. "You are hopeless, you know that, don't you?"
"Yeah, but that's why you love me."
"I don't think that was it."
"No? What was it then? My amazing personality? My winning looks?"
"No, but I'm sure there was something..." He silenced her with a kiss and when they came up for air, she finished her sentence with a smile. "Yeah. That."
Then his mouth was on hers again, and for a very long while, they didn't talk at all.


"Without hesitating, Chewie swatted the comlink. It beeped from Han's shirt pocket… "What?" …
"Uh, oh," Leia said softly against his shoulder. She pushed up to her feet.
"Okay, Chewie, we'll be right there." Han made sure it sounded more like a threat than a promise.
- from "The Truce At Bakura" by Kathy Tyers

Thursday, February 9, 2012

'A Morning Conversation' - a Valentine's Story by Seams2Be

This is a Valentine's Challenge contribution from Seams2Be. 
It is posted on ff.net under the author: "Fallon Skywalker".

Thanks for the mushiness, Seams2Be!!

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A Morning Conversation by Seams2Be
"Why are the hardest and most stressful negotiations with our own children?" Leia pondered out loud. Han, still lying in bed, struggling to wake up, grumbled an answer. "I don't know, I wish I had an answer for you."
The battle of wills with the children was wearing Leia out. She was already up, showered, dressed and ready to begin the day, and the sun wouldn't be up for at least another hour. And Han was still lying in bed.
"You know threats don't work, and neither does yelling." He told her.
"I know that" snapped Leia. "I've tried everything I can think of Han! Let's face it, I'm out of ideas. I've tried every diplomatic, political, encouraging way I know of to get the children to be motivated to take their studies seriously."
"Have you thought about just shooting them?" Han suggested sarcastically.
Leia rolled her eyes. "You're no help."
"Hey, sweetheart, I was just joking." Han replied. Leia responded, "You know this is your fault." She accused her husband.
"Ornery, Stubborn, Difficult…that's all you." She added.
Han scoffed and nearly choked on air to keep from laughing. "Oh excuse me, Princess, have you LOOKED in a mirror recently?"
"What?" Leia fumed, "Listen, I was not much older than they are now when I was representing an entire world in the galactic senate, AND leading an underground Rebellion against an oppressive government system!" Han nodded, he'd heard this speech before.
"What are they doing? Playing with every new entertainment gadget that comes out?"
"Well, they can't pick up their own clothes off the floor, so I wouldn't be surprised if those things were rotting their brain cells outta their heads." Han added with sarcasm.
Leia's temper was starting to rise. "Han, you and I certainly have a strong work ethic. My Force, you are one of the hardest working people I know!" she continued, "Nothing was ever handed to you, you worked and fought your way your whole childhood, you certainly had courage, then and now, and you are certainly a self-made man, even today. Leia looked at him and went on.
"You would think the children would be inspired by you." Leia's pulse quickened with her anger.
"Aw honey," Han started, "They think my tragic childhood is ancient history. Nobody wants to work hard when everything is so easy."
"That's the real problem, isn't it?" Leia asked. "Everything is so easy, comfortable, where your wants and desires are instantly fulfilled."
"I have a desire you can fulfill," Han suggested, in a low, sultry tone.
"Han, I'm serious." Leia quipped.
"So am I!" he countered, eyeing her.
He smiled at his wife and said to her, "You would think they would be inspired by you, fighting against the tyrannical Great Galactic Empire, leading and inspiring men and women into battle for freedom, not to mention having been the youngest senator ever, and you served time as Chief of State!" Han pointed out, "You sure impressed me with your spirit and spunk." She rolled her eyes.
"Still do." He added, for good measure.
Leia crossed their bedroom to help Han make their bed. "So what are we now? A couple of Rebels without a cause?" She grinned.
"Han, do you think they know how lucky they are?" Leia threw the pillows to her husband to place on the bed. She went on, "Do they know how fragile freedom really is? I want them to know that they will be guardians of this freedom someday for their children and so on."
Leia took a deep breath, "You and I have lived under tyranny, just for studying history and the arts I was risking charges of treason." Han nodded, "I know honey." He said.
She continued, "I was driven to learn everything I could, and I did so all on my own, nobody had to force me. I just want the kids to find the same desire for knowledge, for the appreciation of the ancients, of the arts, of the world around them!" Leia grew quiet.
"I don't know what to do." She said softly. "How do I get through to them? It's taking over all my time." Leia sighed.
"You know you can still just shoot them." Han smiled as he spoke.
He grabbed Leia by the waist and kissed her forehead, "You are the deepest, most thoughtful person I know." He said, kissing her again, "Don't let them get to you, you need to be true to yourself, your not gonna change, and I wouldn't want you to. You keep on being who you are. They will sooner or later get it, you'll see." Han assured his wife. She fell into his embrace as he wrapped his warm arms around her.
"I wish I had your optimism," she whispered, "you always seem to find the positive in everything."
They held each other for a long while. "I've got to get started on the day's work," Leia said as she pulled out of his embrace.
"I wish we could just go back to bed for a while." She said with a sigh.
"Yeah," Han said, "Me too." They looked at each other and shared a smile.
"I'll tell you what," Han stated, "Tomorrow night, I'm taking you out to a nice, quiet, cozy place," he grinned at her. "And you can wear your little black dress."
She cracked a grin, "That would be nice. It's been far too long since it was just the two of us." Leia replied.
"I know Princess, believe me, I know." He said.
"I'll comm you later. I'll be late tonight; I'm training the new recruits."
"I remember," she replied, "Good luck." She kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be figuring out new strategies and plans, you know, it's what I do best!" Leia said decidedly.
Han gave her his best roguish smile, "That's not what you do best."
Leia blushed. "Save it for tomorrow flyboy," she said, kissing him as she left the room to tackle the long day ahead of her. 
The End

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Just What I Needed...

Another time-consuming, Star Wars obsession.  Seriously, I didn’t need this.




So, my brother gave me the PC game “Star Wars: The Old Republic” for Christmas.  He was late in giving it to me, so it didn’t make the list of things I shared with you guys back during the holidays.  I was really psyched when he gave it to me, I had been wanting to play some sort of Star Wars game and this one sounded cool.  I have to warn you (although I’m sure it’ll become apparent the further you get into this post) that I’m no gamer.  The last time I seriously rocked at any game was on my Nintendo 64.  I dominated on Mario 64 and Zelda, though.  Trust me.
Anyway, I was a little disappointed when my brother told me that it was an ‘online’ game, similar to World of Warcraft (which he played but I never have/had).  I dabbled in SIMs for awhile and I liked just walking around and being by myself, I didn’t want to get into any ‘online’ community.  Little did he know that I felt I had taken that route a little too far in my other Star Wars obsession, namely, this little Blog.  He assured me that one could probably play the game without having to ‘meet’ other people or whatever.  I’m a married woman, I really don’t want to get picked up via an avatar.  That was my main concern, because yes, I just think everyone wants to kidnap and rape me because I am that awesome (or because of all those CSI shows I watch, who knows?)
So, I sat on the game for a little while and didn’t play it right away.  Oh!  Because one more little tidbit.  It costs money to play this game.  A monthly, flipping fee!  I’m sorry, but if they started charging for this blog, I don’t think I’d be posting anything anymore.  It’s bad enough I’ve spent a small fortune on a bunch of books that I maintain a weird, psychotic, love/hate relationship with.  So, there was that, too.
But, lo and behold (is that how you spell that?), one day a week or so ago I was bored enough that I popped the game into my computer and committed to at least use my 30-day free trial.  What could it hurt?  My kids were all really psyched (9 & 11 year-old boys) and they babysat my laptop while 2 or 3 DVDs loaded very slowly.  I was no stranger to that, though.  SIMs took forever and was way more DVDs or CDs, whatever they are.
Okay, so then I start.  I won’t go totally into it, but I had a few false starts on what I wanted ‘to be’ in the game.  You could choose the Republic or the Empire and then you had choices within each of those.  I tried a Jedi, a Sith and then a Smuggler.  I stuck with Smuggler.  I much preferred shooting people from far away, hiding behind conveniently placed pieces of scrap metal, than the hand-to-hand combat that being a lightsaber wielder necessitated.  Does this say something about me as a person?  Who knows?  Just rest assured that if I ever feel the need to find all of you and murder you one day, you’ll never see my face and you’ll never know what hit you.
My kids were totally coaching me on this warfare stuff.  I really don’t want to fight at all, but it seems to be at the crux of the game, so okay.  If I can run around an enemy and avoid confrontation, that’s what I do but my kids are telling me that I need XP (experience points or something) so I am fighting.  When someone dies, you’re supposed to kneel beside them and steal their wallets and stuff.  Yes, that is what my young children have learned from the likes of HALO and MW3.  Awesome.  So, that’s what I do.
Well, right away let me tell you that my smuggler has her own ship and it looks a lot like the Millennium Falcon.  Do you think they did this on purpose?  Are you following why I might’ve liked being a smuggler better than being a Jedi?  But while I was out fighting with people I didn’t want to fight, my damn ship got stolen and now all I’m worried about (me and my avatar) is getting my ship back.  Seriously, I was stressing out over my missing ship! 
This is her:

Fast forward to two nights ago when something happened that caused me to write this blog.  I’ll start off by saying that this game was just freakin’ cool to me because of the fact that I was in the Star Wars universe.  Just flipping walking inside of it.  That would’ve been enough of a game for me without XP’s and missions and nothing else.  But I digress.  So, I started off on Ord Mantell and when I finally flew to Coruscant, I got goose bumps when I ‘saw’ the Senate towers for the first time.  Yes, I know on how many levels that really, really just seems so wrong, but it’s the truth and…I’m sad to say, it only gets worse.
I kept trying to get my ship back and couldn’t defeat this one last guy that was literally standing in front of the hangar door that my ship sat beyond.  Okay, so you can see people chatting up in the upper left hand corner of your screen and they can just be talking to anyone, a ‘general’ chat, or whatever.  So, I see this guy asking if anyone needed help, saying that he needed XP points, so I said yes.  Yes, I wanted my ship back so badly that I initiated an online ‘relationship’ after swearing that I would never do that. 
So, this guy was a Jedi and a few levels above me and he accompanied me to fight this guy and just really kicked his ass.  When the guy was defeated and the hangar door opened to reveal my ship, I seriously wanted to kiss that Jedi!  See?  This is exactly what I was worried about.  But I just gushed my gratitude and he said I was welcome and disbanded the group.  For a minute I felt slightly dirty, but then I refocused on my ship.    
Let me just tell you that it was an indescribable feeling as I walked toward the lowered ramp.  Up until this time, I had not ‘walked’ inside my ship.  There had just been a little video of me driving it and then I went on those missions and I watched of video of it getting stolen.  I felt like I did when I got my first car.  I had the goosebumps again and my heart was palpitating.  There are no words sufficient enough to describe how nerdy, and yet elated, I felt all at the same time.
And it gets better (or worse).
I walked inside my ship and there’s a C-3PO type droid waiting for me.  He belongs to me.  He’s mine!  How cool is that?  The corridors of my ship are rounded and, I swear, I feel like I’m on the Falcon.  Better yet, like I own the Falcon.  I walked back to my cargo hold and there’s a guy in there encased in carbonite!  My brain just couldn’t process the awesomeness that was this moment.
Then I worked my way to the cockpit.  I sat in the captain’s chair.  I pulled up my map of the galaxy to see where I wanted to go and there are all these worlds that I’ve been reading about, places like Tatooine and Hoth!  I nearly flipped when I saw I could go to Alderaan!  By that time, I was too enthralled to realize how far gone I really was.
Oh, one more thing, did I forget to mention that I got ‘a companion’ that follows me around and tells me how wonderful I am and agrees with everything I say?  He is so cute and I think I’m in love with him.  This is him:


Now my brother is going to start to play and my kids want to get their own games so we can have a ‘group’ of our own.  I have about 15 days left of my free trial, but really?  That’s all a moot point by this time.  Do you really think I’m going to walk away from my ship and my boyfriend pictured above?  I really think George has his hooks in me again.  It’s embarrassing. 
I'm not even sure if it's a decent game or not.  Like, WOW players could be laughing because this one is so lame.  IDK.  Maybe one of you guys know how it rates or compares.  But it really doesn't matter to me. 
They had me at Star Wars. 
So, I wrote this blog as a warning.  Consider it a sort of public service announcement.  If you don’t have any more time to commit to your Star Wars obsession…stay away from this game. 
Stay far away. 
Don’t even look at it.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Valentine's Story by Amara Z

This is our first contribution from Amara Z to the Valentine's Challenge. If you aren't sure what that is, we asked for some mushy stories to be posted in honor of Valentine's Day. How mushy is mushy enough is up to you. Enjoy!

Surprise


By the time evening had rolled around, Leia had already had a long day. Most days, she could deal with it. She would somehow push through any exhaustion she felt and do what she had to do. She would do it without complaint. But a long day with probably more work waiting for you and on your birthday was quite another matter. Quite another matter, indeed.

She made her way across the hangar floor at her typical hurried pace, striding towards the makeshift office she kept just to the side of the hangar. It wasn't much of a space. Barely the size of a closet, it was much too small and the location too noisy. But it was much better than what she had on the last base. And probably a lot better than what she would get on Hoth. At least it was better than nothing and its location did keep her in the middle of things, helped her to keep an eye on the very things she organized.

Finally arriving at her office, she placed a set of data cards on the shelf against the back wall and with a quick turn, looked at her desk to assess the damage. On the corner of her desk waiting for her to examine was a new and rather large stack of flimsies and data cards. Rubbing her forehead with one hand, she let out a long sigh and sunk into her chair. She already knew the forms had to do with the creation of the base on Hoth and the transfer of the Alliance there in a few months. She may have survived the Death Star, but it sure seemed like this transfer to Hoth was going to bury her in paperwork. She sat at her desk for a long moment staring at the stack, wishing she could be the kind of person that could leave it for tomorrow. But since she wasn’t, she started to work through the mess.

A wave of raucous laughter came rolling down the hangar towards her as she sorted through the plasts and cards, reminding her of what would probably be her last stop for the night. Luke and the pilots had commandeered one of the small alcoves just off the hangar to celebrate his birthday. It was a good place to choose; just secluded enough that no one would notice or even mind they were there. Not this late in the evening. Luke had asked her to drop by the party when they had run into each other earlier that day. If she could get through this last bit of work, she might just do that and take the opportunity to relax.

She was down to her last few flimsies before she noticed it. At the bottom, stuck between two sheets was a small, light colored box. Its presence caught her by surprise. No one would leave something like this in her office…ever.

Rolling her lips nervously, she slid it closer to her. Her fingers moved over its surface and she found it to be smooth and soft and rather pleasant. Fairly certain it wasn’t dangerous, she slid the package even closer and picked it up, carefully turning it over in her hands. No, whatever it was, it wasn’t dangerous. It was too small. It was just large enough for a piece of jewelry, but that was about it. Too curious not to, she opened the box and her breath gushed out of her. Inside, on a delicate gold chain, was a t’iil flower from Alderaan. It had been captured as it started to bloom, pressed, and sealed between two pieces of transparisteel. Cut into a diamond shaped pendant, it was simply breathtaking, every last color of the bloom and seed pod beautifully preserved. As she reached out to touch it, she knew it would last forever.

Her mind wandered through the possibilities of who could have done this. It could be a memento from someone, something left over from her father. Carlist, possibly, but he wouldn’t be this demonstrative. He seemed to understand her need for a certain level of detachment from others. That left only one person that would have been so thoughtful – Luke.

Eager to ask him about it, she closed the box with a snap, rose from her chair, and made her way towards the door and the party just beyond it. She stopped immediately as soon as she stepped out of her office. Just down the hangar, no more than 10 meters away, someone stood watching her and seemed to be waiting for her. With a hip cocked to one side, the figure’s confident, cocksure stance was easily recognizable. She’d have known it anywhere. Han.

They both stood there for a long moment, neither of them moving, and she certainly wasn’t sure what to say. He made a small move, gesturing towards the box. Puzzled by the action, she reopened it. Looking in the lid this time, she saw it, something she had missed the first time. A handwritten note that was tucked inside – Happy Birthday, Your Worship. Leia almost groaned at the moniker. There was only one person in the universe that called her that. Figures he would do it even when giving a gift.

She looked up and realized he had approached her and was much closer than before, less than a quarter of a meter away. And he was probably way too close for her comfort.

“You did this?” she asked quietly.

He shrugged. “I saw it on our last run and thought of you.”

Leia looked down at the necklace, letting herself taking it in one last time, her heart aching just a little bit as she closed the box. “It’s beautiful, Han. Really, it is. But I can’t accept this,” she said, looking back up at him.

He smiled at her, that half grin that drove her crazy and to distraction at the same time. “Not much of a receiver, huh, Princess?”

“I have no trouble accepting gifts. None at all,” she retorted, trying to keep the sound of indignation from her voice. “I’m just thinking of you and Chewie. This must have cost you a fortune. I'm sure you could use the money for something else.”

“I'm sure I could.” He rocked back on his heels and pursed his lips, his gaze strong, steady, and never leaving hers. “But I won't.”

“Han, honestly, I couldn't. It's too much.” Her hands trembled as she held the box out to him and motioned for him to take it. She kept her eyes down as she did it, choosing to stare straight ahead instead, right at his chest. She didn’t dare let him look in her eyes right now. Didn’t dare let him see the confusion and sadness that she knew would be all too evident in them. As she stood there waiting for him to take the gift back, she could feel a part of her breaking from giving up such a beautiful reminder of home.

He surprised her by covering her hands with his own, hands that were warm and so much larger than hers, and it was a little disconcerting that the shaking in her hands stopped with that one small gesture. Looking up, she saw he was staring intently at her, but his expression was soft, any of the usual leering combativeness oddly absent. Very gently, he pushed the gift back towards her and she ended up staring up at him, clutching the box to her chest.

“Don't worry about it. Ok?” he told her, his voice a low, soft rumble.

Leia finally nodded her assent, her hand clutching the box that much tighter. “Thank you.”

They fell silent and feeling that the moment was over, Han gave a quick nod and turned to head back to the party. He was halfway there when she called out to him.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He stopped mid-stride and turned back towards her. “Sure.”

“Why are you being so nice?”

Han could feel his pulse quicken and his muscles tense at the insinuation behind what she had asked and he had to suppress a laugh. Any other time, her question alone would be enough to start a full blown fight between them. But today, for her, he decided to let it slide. One shoulder twitched in a shrug. “Well, I figured it was your day too and you deserved something nice.”

He was about to leave it at that and started to turn away, but stopped. When he looked back at her, she noticed his gloating smirk was back and in full force. “And besides, that’s the kind of guy I am, Your Worship,” he told her with a wink before sauntering off. Leia shook her head and stared after him, incredibly touched by his gesture, but still wondering which Han Solo to believe.

Thanks so much for the contribution, Amara!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Dark Apprentice: The Review


This is the second book in the Jedi Academy trilogy. Luke has his first group of Jedi trainees on Yavin 4, Leia is still being overworked as a politician, and Han is… well, Han is mostly being Han.

The book opens with Luke on Yavin 4, ready to start teaching the potential Jedi. It seems like a huge responsibility to take on, especially from someone who if you think about it didn’t have a ton of Jedi training, but then again, he’s probably the most qualified to do this, right? Luke also remembers back to when Leia had given him, Han and Chewie medals. Wait, Chewie? Chewie didn’t get a medal! Luke seems to have a conveniently different memory of these events.

Meanwhile, Leia and Ackbar are headed for some negotiations on the planet Vortex. Mon Mothma had been offering her duties from afar but had called upon Leia more and more lately, as much as Leia did not enjoy constantly being pulled away from her family. What else is new?

But things don’t go so well, and Admiral Ackbar is losing control of the B-wing, spiraling toward the planet surface. There is a lot of time to try and fix things, but for whatever reason, he is unable to regain control, and in a last-ditch effort he ejects Leia out of the passenger side to safety while he crashes to the planet below. Much worse though is that he crashes into many Vors, the planet’s native species, killing quite a few. Poor Leia is left to watch this through tears.

And this time while Leia is going through some rough stuff, Han is the one having fun. He and Kyp are turbo-skiing. It’s exactly what it sounds like. So they decide to race down the snowy mountain on the Coruscant polar caps. It’s kind of nice to see Han off having fun almost like a normal person, even if this person he's with isn’t a member of his own family.

At the end of the run, which was fairly death-defying and seems as though it ended in a tie, Kyp tells Han that he’s ready to go and train as a Jedi. You can tell that Han is going to miss having him around, but he knows it’s what’s best. Then he gets a message relayed to him from Mon Mothma telling him about Leia’s crash. He gets ready to leave immediately. That’s the Han we know and love.

Han goes and gets the kids, who are playing in the snow with Threepio (I’ll give this one an okay; skiing while your two-year olds are with a babysitter is kind of normal, and at least he brought them with him instead of leaving them home) and tells them they have to head home. Once he gets back to the repair bays, for some reason Lando is making some modifications to the Falcon with Chewie. Okay, that’s kind of weird to be doing that to someone else’s ship.

Then when Han gets there they get into this big argument over Han maybe having cheated when he won the ship in the first place. This matter of honor makes Han decide to… play Lando for the Falcon again. Huh? Why would he bet a ship that is his outright? What has he got to gain in this? It makes no sense. So they play sabacc while Threepio is there to monitor and randomly changes the rules throughout the game. This is apparently one way of playing. Does anyone else just completely zone out when reading about sabacc games? I really don’t care about the specifics of the game, I just need to know who wins.

Anyway, the game progresses and Han pretty much has it in the bag until just before he wins, the rules change again, and it causes Han’s score to plummet and Lando’s so soar. Lando wins. Han is of course furious and mentions something about how Leia was in trouble and Lando says he doesn’t have to give the ship up if Leia is in trouble, but to Han a bet is a bet, and he is already working to transfer ownership and says that someone else is going to have to pick up Leia. I know Han is reckless and often doesn’t think things through, but why in the world would he bet the Falcon like that? And especially right when he was going to get Leia? When Lando put the Falcon up when Han originally won it, Han had something of equal value against it. What incentive does Han have to bet his everything against nothing? Ugh.

Next we get to Admiral Daala, who has taken her Star Destroyers out of the Maw and is ready to have some good old fashioned Imperial fun. They intercept a Corellian Corvette and interrogate the Sullustan pilot. Turns out he is delivering supplies to the refugees of Eol Sha who are now starting over a new colony on Dantooine. Daala decides this would make a great first target even though it is too remote for an effective demonstration. Yes, she says that, just like her… blech, lover. They had to go and explicitly mention it again. I lost my appetite in the first book, I don’t need it again.

Luke is busy introducing his new Jedi students to what they will be learning. You get the impression he’s kind of making it up as he goes along, but at least he seems to realize that as well. Gantoris had been hearing voices in his head from a dark man. When he first met Luke, he was afraid he was that dark man, but decided that he meant him no harm. But the man is still speaking to him and somehow he learns how to construct a lightsaber through more than one jewel, giving him more control over it.

Gantoris is angry that Luke won’t teach him more because he knows that he is the best student so he doesn’t want to wait. Basically, this was when I realized that there was a reason I had no recollection of Gantoris. He’s probably not gonna be around very long…

Admiral Ackbar is undergoing a hearing to determine what should happen to him after the crash. It is assumed to be pilot error, and having already felt terrible about the death and destruction he caused, he offers his resignation and decides to leave.

This guy named Terpfen was the one who said it was pilot error, and after he leaves the meeting he contacts Ambassador Furgan. Remember him? He was that guy in the last book who hates the New Republic and threw that drink in Mon Mothma’s face. Turns out they set Ackbar up and the ship was rigged to crash. Even worse, it seems Furgan’s ultimate goal is to kidnap Anakin Solo. Everyone always wants to get those Solo kids.

Back on Yavin 4, there is more trouble with Gantoris. He decides to challenge Luke to a lightsaber duel, not so much to kill him, but mostly due to impatience at not being taught that much yet and he just wants to spar. Luke senses a lot of anger in Gantoris, and he basically seems to be trying to not get caught up enough to injure him, but only to disarm him, which of course he eventually does, but not without a lot of struggle first.

There is a meeting in which it is decided that the Sun Crusher needs to be destroyed. Kyp agrees with this, Qwi Xux agrees with this, and she and Wedge also seem to be noticing each other. At the same meeting Chewie requests that they go back to the Maw to rescue a large group of Wookiee slaves. It’s nice to see Chewie stepping up for a cause of his own.

Daala makes it to Dantooine and destroys the entire colony with absolutely no trouble. Then Luke gets a vision of what he thinks is his father, but it turns out it is the same dark man who has been plaguing Gantoris. Once Luke figures this out, the dark man goes back to Gantoris and tells him of the destruction on Dantooine. This angers him greatly because those were his people that were refugees. He gets lured into a fight and winds up incinerated. Like I said, I knew there was a reason I didn’t remember that guy. Luke and the other students find his remains and Luke simply says, “Beware the dark side.”

Now we go back to Admiral Ackbar, who is on his way home but decides to make one last stop at Anoth to see Anakin. Ackbar was instrumental in hiding him and he has a connection with the children. It’s very sweet and sad when he goes to see Winter and Anakin, but then some questions come up for me. I guess maybe I understand hiding the kids… maybe. Let’s just say they need to for argument’s sake. Is it really safe to leave Anakin all alone with just Winter to protect him? I mean, no offense to Winter or anything, but it would seem to me it might be wiser to have like, a few soldiers or something. It just seems weird that Winter is all alone on this remote planet with Anakin. Very strange way to grow up.

Anyway, Winter asks if Ackbar wants to stay there with them, and to be honest I got this really uncomfortable and creepy vibe like she was coming onto him or something. I get that in Star Wars there are all sorts of species and sometimes they go outside their own to find mates. But I mean, in most cases it’s more like a different color skin, or maybe a Twi’lek with those things growing out of their heads but a near-human body, but a giant fish? Maybe I’m reading too much into that. Anyway, thankfully he declines and goes on his way.

Han finally has to say goodbye to Kyp and afterwards heads to have a drink alone, but he runs into Lando. Lando tries to make nice after getting the Falcon but they are interrupted by a visit from some redhead named Mara Jade. The encounter is slightly amusing as Lando starts… well, being all Lando with her, and she just completely ignores him and says what she needs to say to Han, telling him of her intention to go and train with Luke. She also tells him the bad news about Dantooine. Lando still thinks he has a chance with her.

Back at the Solo household, we finally get a nice, normal little family scene. Well, Leia comes home late, but Han held dinner and was waiting for her with the twins. At least it is indicated that Leia enjoys this kind of thing even if she is constantly pulled away from it.

But she treasured the scant quiet times she managed to steal with Han and the twins. It seemed ages since she had been able to visit baby Anakin, though Han himself had accompanied Winter twice in the last two months.

They actually get to sit down to a nice dinner and Han even puts on some music, so they at least get to enjoy it for a little while.

It was not intended to be a romantic dinner with two-and-a-half-year-old twins banging their silverware and demanding constant attention--but Leia didn't mind. Han had done his best to commemorate dinner as a family.

I love just normal little moments for them. I mean, they can’t be like this all the time, but it’s nice to know it happens at least sometimes. The twins act like toddlers would act, saying they don’t like their food and mostly driving Threepio crazy as he tries to calm them but Han and Leia seem to just think it’s cute.

Throughout this scene there is a lot of talk of the twins’ Force abilities and how they have already learned to do quite a bit. Unfortunately, this scene, as so many others like it, is interrupted when someone comes to the door to tell Leia she is needed immediately by Mon Mothma. Han is annoyed but barely does anything as he is used to this sort of thing. The poor twins are crying because Jaina broke a plate, and quite possibly also because Mommy is leaving again.

This at least prompts Leia to think to herself that it is time to set some ground rules (finally!) so she isn’t so constantly taken out of her real life to deal with the needs of the New Republic. She makes it to see Mon Mothma, who she realizes looks gravely ill. Apparently the reason she had been pushing so much responsibility on Leia is because she’s dying, and nobody can figure out how to cure her. Don’t you hate it when you’re mad at someone and they ruin it by being near death?

Leia wasn’t gone for very long, so Han hadn’t even put the kids to bed yet when she returns. It does say that he was mad but he played with the twins and sought solace in their company. Aw, I can see Han playing with his kids and it taking his mind off anything that was bothering him.

Threepio was giving the twins a bath… again. Okay, once again, why does Threepio have to do everything? It’s like those people who have nannies except the mom doesn’t work. If you’re away and need a babysitter, fine, but if you’re there, why do you let the droid take care of all of this? Rant over…

Han can tell Leia is upset and is surprised to see her back so soon. She explains the predicament and of course he is sympathetic. Poor Leia is basically trapped because with Mon Mothma so sick and Admiral Ackbar resigned, it’s like the fate of the New Republic rests in her hands. She decides she has to go and find Admiral Ackbar and convince him to come back. Which is good because Han does not like the idea of her being gone all the time again.

Her face was pale and as beautiful as he had ever seen it. He remembered her staring at him on Cloud City just before Darth Vader had plunged him into the carbon-freeze chamber. Han had spent months locked in a frozen non-existence with only her words "I love you" ringing in his mind.

I like that little paragraph. After Leia says she has to go find Ackbar, Threepio comes out of the ‘fresher holding towels while two naked children run laughing to their bedroom. Threepio tells them it’s time for their bedtime story and offers to tell them one, but Han says he wants to read them one. Finally they want to do something normal parents do for their kids.

Han lets them choose, and they pick “The Little Lost Bantha Cub” which Han is so unsurprised to hear that he already has it called up. At least this implies he knows his children at least a little. Thus begins an adorable little scene where Han reads the kids a story while Leia looks on, smiling at the whole scene. I know we talk about being able to “hear” the lines being said by the characters and how some of them just don’t work. For some reason I had absolutely no trouble hearing Han’s voice in my head as he softly read this story to his kids – and much of the dialogue of him reading the actual story is in there. It’s very nice to see him just being a dad. Then, after they hug and kiss them goodnight and leave the room, we get this nice little bit:

Leia smiled and held Han's arm, hugging him. She kissed him on the cheek. "You're a good daddy, Han."

He blushed, but didn't disagree with her.


Aw, see? Every once in a while they do something right. Of course, immediately after that Leia is gone again. Well, first they send the Sun Crusher off into oblivion and then Kyp finally gets to Yavin 4 and then we go back to Leia, who is on Mon Calamari to find Ackbar. She meets up with another of his kind, a female named Cilghal, who agrees to help her as nobody knows exactly where he has gone. But there are basically these oysters or clams who work as surveillance and can tell them anything that is happening.

After an arduous underwater journey, Ackbar is shocked to see Leia there. She pleads with him to come back, but he says his people need him more, not to mention the shame of what happened in the crash. He does at least let them come with him at one point, and tangled in the seaweed they come across what Leia realizes is an Imperial probe droid, dormant and probably having been there for years. It surprises them though when it activates and eventually self destructs, just like the one on Hoth. This is alarming, but they agree that since it is so old then probably nobody would hear from whatever signal it sent out.

Wait, except they forget about Daala. Oh, that is not good news, because she gets the signal and decides that Mon Calamari will be a much better demonstration than the destruction on Dantooine. It takes almost no time for them to arrive and begin their assault. It gives Ackbar a chance to act all Admiral-y and proves even more his military genius, and Leia also notices some traits in Cilghal that lead her to believe she has Jedi potential. It also gives Admiral Ackbar a chance to say, “It’s a trap.”

The battle is thwarted when Ackbar knows that there is a hidden Star Destroyer and they manage to take it out, making Daala furious and causing her to lose. Apparently Ackbar used to work for Tarkin and knew of his military tactics.

Back at the Jedi academy Kyp is getting used to being there. Like a lot of eighteen-year olds, he seems to be impatient and thinks he knows everything. He appreciates the learning but he knows he has greater abilities than a lot of the students and he wants to learn more, faster. Well, he happens to get a visit from a dark man who promises to teach him so much more than Luke will. And he reveals himself to be the Dark Lord of the Sith, Exar Kun.

Han gets word that Leia is under attack, and as we would all expect Han to do, he immediately jumps into action. Yes, this is the Han we know and love. He rushes into their room and quickly grabs what he will need. “He pulled out a clean set of clothes, felt a startled pang as he saw Leia's garments hanging untouched in the storage unit.”

It’s okay, Han, she’ll be fine. Chewie, Threepio and the kids come running to see what the heck is going on and Han tells Chewie that Lando better have his ship ready to go. Han is still being quite frantic until Jaina speaks up.

Jaina sniffed loudly and between sobs cried out, "Where's Mommy?"

Han stopped as if hit with a stun beam. He knelt, looking into his little girl's face. He brushed aside the tears on her cheeks and placed his hands on her tiny shoulders, giving a squeeze of confidence.

"Daddy's going to rescue her," Han said.


Aw, I love that. I love that no matter how frantic, Han stops instantly when his little girl is upset. And of course that he’s going to rescue Leia. Han gets the last of his things together and tells a very upset Chewie that he needs to stay back with the kids. All right, in this case I see this as an understandable move.

"How long will you be gone, sir?" Threepio asked, trying to stop Jacen from climbing into the open closets.

"As long as it takes to rescue my wife," Han answered.

He sprinted toward the door, taking two steps before he froze. He spun around and returned to his two children. He bent down again and gathered Jacen and Jaina in a big hug. "You two behave for Chewie and Threepio. You have to watch out for each other."

"We
are good," Jacen answered with a touch of indignation. At that moment the little boy looked heart-wrenchingly like Leia.

"I have recently updated my child-care programming, sir," Threepio said. "We'll have no trouble at all." The golden droid nudged the twins as he tried to usher them back to their own room. "Come, children, I will tell you an entertaining story."

Jacen and Jaina began crying again.

Han took a last longing look at the twins and then ran out of the living quarters, pausing only a moment to straighten the soft chair Chewbacca had knocked over.


Oh, poor Han forced to leave his kids. But once again I just love the little touch where he’s about to just run out of there but completely stops to come back and hug them goodbye. And Jacen and Jaina cry a lot in this book, and the last one I guess, too. Maybe that’s just regular two-year olds. But it is also a recurring joke that they cry anytime Threepio offers to tell them a story. Can you blame them?

Han goes to the Falcon and tells Lando they’re leaving right now, even though the ship is his. Lando agrees because Leia is in trouble, but he insists on driving. Han is quite anxious:

Stuck in hyperspace, Han Solo could do nothing but wait. He couldn't hurry the passage of time.

He paced around the common area, looking at the battered holographic game board and thinking of when he had first seen Artoo-Detoo playing with Chewbacca. That had been before he even met Leia, when Luke was just a wet-behind-the-ears moisture farmer and Obi-Wan Kenobi was just a crazy old man. If he had known how his life would change after that day in the Mos Eisley cantina, Han wondered if he would have taken the risk to pick up two passengers and their droids bound for Alderaan.

But then he never would have met Leia. Never married her. Never fathered three children. Never have helped defeat the Empire. Yes, he thought: despite all of the turmoil, Han would make the same choices again.

And now Leia was in great peril.


After Leia virtually ignoring the fact that Han is missing in the previous book, it is nice to see him so anxious at going off to save her. He can’t stand not getting there faster and not being there for her. Again, this is the Han we know and love.

But what do they decide to do to pass the time? How about sabacc again? And guess what they’re betting? Honestly, I don’t understand why they keep doing this! Except at least this time Han wins, and at one point during the game Han realizes he hasn’t thought of Leia’s desperate situation in at least fifteen seconds.

I’ll quickly mention here that Kyp is still being led by Exar Kun, and he goes and sees a statue of him on the planet. Basically Kyp thinks that he can use the dark side for good in order to fix the things that he thinks need to be fixed. It sounds a lot like what happens to Jacen later, where supposedly he has to turn Sith in order to bring balance to the Force and save everyone. We all know that never works. And it all seems kind of easy to turn Kyp so quickly, but, well, there he goes.

Back on Coruscant Threepio and Chewie decide to take the twins to the holographic zoo. Who wants to guess how this goes? They’re bored and annoyed and wind up running off and finding a turbo lift and taking it down to floor number one. Anyone who knows Coruscant knows you don’t want to go anywhere near the lower levels. In fact, normally you can’t go there and there is an access panel blocking the lower numbers, but conveniently someone had been servicing the lift and the numbers are left exposed. A lot of this is just to show the almost telepathic connection the twins share even at this young age.

Threepio and Chewie obviously freak out, and the twins are just trying to figure out what to do. I pictured it as kind of a swampy, dark alleyway with lots of trash and growths of weird plants and there are a few creatures wandering around. They go up to a few of said creatures and ask for help. The kind of adorable thing about this is that they are reciting lines from “The Little Lost Bantha Cub” so of course I think this is cute because it’s as though it’s something Han taught them that really stuck. They just keep reciting lines from the book. Though of course at some point they run into something not indifferent that says, “I’m gonna eat you” and I started to feel like I was reading Hansel and Grettel.

While they are still missing, Han and Lando make it to Mon Calamari just after Daala is forced to retreat. They land and after Han waves her over Leia pulls up on some vehicle and:

Leia leaped off the vehicle as Ackbar lashed it to a ragged stump of torn metal. She walked confidently, then ran, keeping her balance as she flung herself into Han's arms. He hugged her against his chest as he kissed her again and again. "I'm so glad you're safe!"

She looked at him. "I know."


Oh, see now they’re acting more like themselves? I love that Leia starts out by walking all normal but then just starts running and jumps into his arms. Now that is something I can definitely picture. Leia even hugs him again and says she’s glad he came. Leia thinks that this might prompt Ackbar to come back, but instead this has shown him how much his own people need him and he decides not to return. This is not good news for Leia:

Han slipped his arm around Leia's waist and squeezed her. She felt stiff and cold; he knew exactly what she was thinking. "I understand... Ackbar," Leia said, finally dropping his military title.

Han could sense her tension, knowing how the loss of Ackbar devastated her. Han gripped her shoulder, feeling iron cords of tension rippling beneath her smooth skin.

With Ackbar's refusal to return to Coruscant, and with Mon Mothma growing weaker day by day, that meant Leia had to face all the problems of the New Republic alone.


Damn it! Why does Leia always get stuck doing everything for everyone? Ugh. So back on Yavin 4 Luke and Kyp are still… struggling to meet a compromise. Mara finally shows up, although none of you Luke and Mara fans should get excited because there is no sexual tension there. She’s just kind of funny because she doesn’t really want to do this but feels she has to, and thinks it’s good that she at least brought a Jedi robe.

But poor Mara, the minute she gets there what happens? Kyp steals her ship. For some reason it bothers me that the one guy Han brought back is the guy causing all the trouble! It becomes clear that Ambassador Furgan is the reason for Mon Mothma’s illness as he is still working on his diabolical plan to kidnap Anakin. And Wedge and Qwi are off somewhere making eyes at each other.

But remember Jaina and Jacen? They’re still lost and not doing so well. They keep running into worse things and having to run but they try and be brave for each other. Threepio and Chewie get some alarms to sound and some people to help them look but of course there is no sign of the twins at the zoo. They finally get snatched up by some strange vagrants, which was sort of like a pack of hobos in tattered clothing in the depths of Coruscant. They’re scared until brought before what seems to be the leader, who instead of harming them offers them some food. And when they tell him they want to go home, once again repeating the lines from the story, it seems he is going to help them.

Threepio and Chewie finally give up and go back to Han and Leia’s to find… Han and Leia, holding their twins. The man had brought them back after having spent years in the lower levels, having no idea of the Emperor’s demise. Leia offers him a place in the New Republic but he says he is nobody up here, but down there he gets to be the king! Han and Leia wind up just glaring at Chewie and Threepio, and the twins, already totally over everything that happened, just ask for another story.

Meanwhile, Kyp takes the stolen ship to Endor to where Darth Vader was ultimately burned. He suddenly decides he is the Dark Lord of the Sith and he is responsible for solving all of the New Republic’s problems by himself. Again, this whole turn just happens so fast, I don’t know if I buy it.

Cilghal arrives on Yavin 4 and Mara is getting fed up with all of the meditating and crap instead of taking action with the Smuggler’s Alliance. Of course, her ship is still stolen and Luke finally relents and says that maybe they can find someone to shuttle her. But who wants that kind of job? Lando, of course. He comes and asks Han to borrow the Falcon. At this point I should remind you that in the last book, Lando was forced to leave his ship behind on Kessel. So it’s not a completely unreasonable request. But Han decides to go with him since he hasn’t seen Luke in a while, and at least Leia will be home to watch the kids. Come on, Han, why not just bring the whole family? But he doesn’t.

They go see Luke and he and Han have a nice little reunion, but Han is devastated when he learns the news that Kyp has gone crazy. Poor guy. And neither of them know what to do. The visit is short and they take Mara and go on their way. Oh, but how do you suppose they pass the time on the way back? They play sabacc for the Falcon again! Seriously, why?!?!? Han already has it, why is he betting it again? It makes no sense!

This time they decide is the absolute last time. I don’t know why the last time couldn’t have been the last time, but whatever. What do you suppose happens? That’s right, Lando wins. And the deal was the winner could do whatever he chose to with it. So Lando just gives it back to Han since it means more to him. I guess it’s a sweet gesture, but I still don’t understand the point of all of that. But wait, Mara witnessed it, and suddenly she thinks he’s a good guy, which Han suspects maybe was his real plan the whole time.

Qwi and Wedge are off somewhere having an Anakin and Padme-ish romance that involves a picnic. They are getting closer, although not close enough to share a room, but she winds up being attacked once she is alone and wakes up with hardly any memory. This was orchestrated by Exar Kun so she couldn’t build another super weapon.

Kyp is still up to no good. He uses the Force to bring back the Sun Crusher from its supposed last resting place, intending to use it on the Imperials. So, see, he’s using the dark side but kind of for a good reason, it’s all confusing. Kyp blows up several stars in the hopes of taking out Daala’s fleet with them, but they get to hyperspace just in time to avoid being obliterated, making it so that Kyp blew up those stars for nothing.

But in the end, Exar Kun winds up taking out Luke, and the students find his nearly lifeless body and don’t know what to do. And that is where the book ends.

Phew. I read this book pretty fast and once again it is a quick read. As long as you don’t pay much attention to the specifics of the Jedi teachings, because I just don’t really care that much about that and didn’t absorb a lot of that information. But you only care about the Han and Leia stuff, right?

Well, Han is still Han and Leia is much more Leia in this one. She is being pulled in a million directions, but she at least had decided she needs to set some boundaries. I can see her maybe getting caught up, but I can also see her not let it continue forever. I like her spending time with her family and she’s not portrayed as an incompetent mother this time. She’s not really portrayed as a competent one, either, as most of the direct parent interaction is Han with the twins. But at least it shows him as a caring, attentive father, as we all know he would be.

Based on that, my personal feeling is that it gets a 4. I was going to say 3.5 but I think it is at least as good as The Last Command and neither one of them does anything, at least regarding each other, that makes you scream, "WHAT?!?!" Han continually betting his ship, however... Well, they have nice moments with the kids, Han drops everything to rescue her, she's even happy to see him when he shows up. Not to mention the fact that they are together for way more than just one page. They still aren't together a whole lot, but when they are, it is usually very enjoyable. Well, except for the Leia running off all the time, but again, at least she's not happy about it and starts to acknowledge that it needs to be fixed!

So the Han and Leia characterizations have improved. Let's see if the trend continues in the next book.

Friday, February 3, 2012

The Perfect Couple... Too Perfect?

I have a problem. I know I do. And I mean aside from the obvious. I am pretty sure that when I write about or think about Han and Leia's relationship, it is way too perfect to be possible in real life. Do we set unreasonable expectations? Do we make them get along way too easily even after they're married? Are we crazy to think that after they have kids they might actually still have time or energy for sex?

I've known I've had this problem for a long time. I'm incapable of writing them as anything but happy and content in their lives with one another. I mean, I tried once to write a story that put a rift between them, but it felt contrived and uncomfortable and just... icky. I don't know if I can do it again. And I don't think I want to.

The problem lies in the fact that I feel like things just get boring if everything is always rainbows and unicorns (that is one of Push's favorite little sayings). Not just boring even, but eye-rollingly nauseating. At the same time, I don't feel the need to write a story where things are far from perfect just for the sake of shaking things up. Again, I just don't really see them that way. I'm very one dimensional in my thinking.

Is this a bad thing? I really don't know. Obviously we are all in this for fun and as an escape and quite often it is much more fun to escape to a place where things all wind up wonderful rather than one where people wind up angry, heartbroken, or even dead. Not that my own life really consists of so much tragedy that I absolutely need to be able to retreat to a fantasy world where everything is wonderful, it's just tough for me to even want to consider other possibilities.

What do the rest of you think? Do you get annoyed when you read about them being overly mushy or perfect or just beyond the realm of plausibility? Do you find yourself writing them that way? Do you not really care because that's why you're here in the first place?

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Missing Moment by Elivagar

This is a Missing Moments contribution from Elivagar
Takes place during ESB right after Leia kisses Luke. 
Thanks to Elivagar for sharing! 
Enjoy!!!

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It didn't take him long to catch up. Silently halting before one another like two banthas prepared to butt heads, the flames between them were reignited. Before she knew it, she was being dragged into an dark, vacant med room for round two.

And the verbal warfare ensued. It was as if she were watching him in slow motion now, his full lips working to form the stream of vowels and consonants strained by that scowl on his face. A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of her lips and she struggled to conceal it.

Irrational fantasies shot through her mind, none that she would ever dare act upon--at least not in this particular instance. Yet, she couldn’t prevent the flood of amusing scenarios she could put in motion at this very second, if she so chose to; what he would say, how he would react, how many more lines would mar his face. After that little encounter in Luke’s room, she craved it all the more.

What if I just take a swing and knock him square in the jaw?

No, she would never do that. She had far too much control, because if she didn’t, well then her father may as well have just spaced buckets of credits through an airlock. All of that diplomatic training had to account for something. It wasn’t as though she had been brought up as some barbarian.

What if I wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze until his eyes pop out?

Ridiculous, she scolded herself. She would never do that. Not that it made it any less entertaining. She might even work herself up to the point that she had plotted her course of action, practiced it in her mind, could feel her muscles twitch with anticipation--but that’s only as far as it ever went. And it was only with Han Solo she ever went that far. Yes, she must have heaps, upon heaps of control. An endless reserve, in fact.

What if.

What if.

What if.

The possibilities seemed endless. Oh, if she could just get her hands him, she would…

So what if suddenly she chose to relax that iron grip on her control, say, for just one measly second?

You won’t break, you would never do such a thing.

The more she talked herself down, the less she wanted to listen to that nagging goody two-shoes inner voice.

What if you just do it, do what you've always wanted to do to him. Don’t hold back, just let him have it.

She couldn’t do that.

Was that couldn't or wouldn't?

The instant she lunged for him, she felt the simultaneous blow of realization strike her against the back of the head at lightspeed. She didn’t have control, she needed control.

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He flinched as she lunged at him, bracing himself for the worst. That’s it, he thought, she’s snapped. She’s finally snapped and I’m going to be the one at fault.

When her soft lips crashed violently against his, his eyes went wide with shock. Those nimble little hands latched on and tugged him down roughly by the hair as she devoured the words that hadn’t even begun to leave his mouth. Warring thoughts fired rapidly back and forth through his mind, there was no way of determining whether responding to her demanding caresses would cause more damage than no response at all. But before making any conscious decision, his body decided for him.

And oh, he couldn’t deny that this was what he had wanted for so long, yet he couldn‘t fathom it was happening here. Now. All of that steel anger he had directed at her ignited and melted into a scalding liquid lust, pouring into every pit and limb of his body. He found himself pressing back into her with as much force as she exerted on him, hands, mouth, chest…

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She was feral, unable to relent, pushing and grinding and stroking, her lips ardently searched every exposed bit of him they could reach. Their wild dance continued until she forced him backwards into the empty med bunk, straddling his slim hips to press the length of him solidly against her.

The heat was becoming unbearable now whilst still trapped within the confines of her thermal suit. She left one stable hand against him as she attempted to undo the zipper with the other. When one wasn’t enough, she fumbled around with both hands, wobbling a bit before his strong arms stabilized her. Growing frustrated himself, Han reached up to try his luck at the stubborn fastening but was swiftly intercepted by Leia, pushing his arms back into place. A few swears later, and she was shrugging off the suit to bunch around her waist revealing a much thinner layer beneath.

Temporarily relieved, she fell forward motioning against him, relishing the feeling. He groaned harshly along with her movement, the sound caressing her ear and thoroughly distorting her reality. The concept of time and responsibility had been washed under the currents of desire that flooded her mind.

And then it was over as quickly as it had began. Another voice permeated her senses and she plummeted from her high, believing in her frenzied state that someone had caught them. She leapt from Han, disoriented, before slowly discerning the source of the voice.

It’s your comlink, genius.

Just a small amount of relief to be found in the larger scope of damage she had done.

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He watched her turn from him, smoothing a trembling hand over her still neat arrangement of hair as she attempted to gather her dignity as well as her breath. Shrugging her uniform back on, she mumbled something into the comm. He cringed at the composure in her voice, the pink glow of her skin and slouched posture betraying it. He continued his study of her from the dark alcove, mesmerized, frustrated, confused.

She made to exit, but paused at the door. Turning slightly toward him, her lips parted as if to say something, but he found himself unable to hold her gaze and settled for the edge of his boot. When she said nothing, he stole a glance, but averted his eyes once more.

“You should clean your face.”

She was out the door before he had a chance to throw his incredulous expression at her.

He reached up and swiped a knuckle at the corner of his lips. Holding it up to the dim light, he stared at the glistening red streak of gloss against his skin. Just what in the hell happened…how did it happen? It was a constant mantra inside his head.

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Thanks again to Elivagar.  Awesome entry!