Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Change of Heart: A Missing Moment

I had decided I wanted to tackle one of the missing moments I'd been talking about, or at least attempt to. For some reason lately I feel like I've forgotten how to write so I'm not thrilled with it but I finally showed it to Push and she told me to post it, so here it is. This would be when Leia has just told Han that she wants to have kids and picks up immediately at the end of Tatooine Ghost.

"All right, if it has to be now." Han brought their nose around, pointing them into deep space. The Falcon continued to slip farther toward the two suns-sideways. "I guess it's just my way of facing the future."

"Facing the future?" Leia asked.

"You know." Han forced the throttles past the overload stops. The Falcon shuddered, seemed to hesitate... and finally pulled free of the gravity well. He exhaled in relief and activated the hyperdrive. "Believing in it."

"Good answer." Leia leaned closer and, as the stars stretched into the iridescent blur of hyperspace, gently kissed Han on the neck. "I believe in it, too."


It took every ounce of willpower Han had to keep his mind on the task at hand after he heard Leia say those words and felt his skin tingle where she'd kissed him. Did she mean what he thought she did?

He checked his instruments one last time to make sure they were headed on a safe course and then turned to look at his wife in stunned disbelief, finding a mischievous smile across her lips. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”

“If you think I’m telling you that I want little Solos too, then yes.”

Normally after a narrow escape Han would feel his pulse rate slow, but now that they were safe, there was a whole new reason for it to quicken. Having children with Leia was the only thing left in life that he wanted but didn’t have, and she had nearly denied him. It had pained him to think that they would not be able to share their love with children of their own and create life that was both his and hers, his first real family. But he would not force her to do something she so desperately didn’t want, no matter how much it hurt him.

He’d hinted more and more that it was something he desired strongly, but his wife was not usually known for changing her mind. Well, she had at least in the past changed her opinion of him, otherwise he wouldn’t be sitting there in that cockpit married to a princess. So while this was something he wanted from her, it was difficult to believe that she meant what she had said. The words came out more quietly than he intended, but he was almost afraid to ask again, in case she said no. “You want to have a baby?”

Sensing his trepidation, she stood and walked over to him, sitting crossways in his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, answering him with simply a nod and the smile that hadn’t waned. Her deep brown eyes gazed into his, their noses nearly touching as he felt her breath on his lips. “I want to have a baby.”

He smiled and tried to laugh but his throat was closing up, and before he could say anything she leaned in and kissed him, gently at first before it slowly deepened. He felt all of the tenseness in his muscles dissipate as the full meaning of what she had said sank in.

He pulled away from her and took a deep breath. “You’re not just saying that because it’s what I want, are you? I want you to want a family just as much as I do.” It wasn’t often he gave her a chance to back down out of an argument that he had somehow managed to win. But this decision was far too life changing to be entered into with anything but total commitment and desire.

Her fingers gently played with his hair and he felt his skin tingle down to his spine. “Han, I know that I was against the idea before, but it wasn’t because I didn’t love the idea of having children with you. I was just… afraid of what they might become. But I had a chance to do some thinking…”

“This isn’t just because I almost died in the desert, is it?”

She shook her head. “No, of course not. I guess I just saw that my father started out as a normal little boy just like anyone else. There’s no way of knowing what a child will turn out to be. And I don’t want to let my own fears get in the way of something we both want. Something that will most likely make us incredibly happy.”

“You’re sure now, right? I don’t think I can take it if you change your mind.”
She nodded again and brought her hands up to frame his face. “I think it’d be a shame to let your DNA go to waste, don’t you?”

“Gods, I love you,” he said before leaning in to kiss her again. His arms moved up her back and pulled her closer. This woman had already given him far more than he deserved in this life and now she was going to give him a family.

His hands moved down to the hem of her shirt before he remembered that they were not alone. Frustrated, he leaned back and rested his forehead against hers. “Just when did you want to get started on this?”

She grinned from ear to ear and the lighting from the instrument panel reflected brilliantly in her eyes. “You know that we’ve got some pretty strong birth control methods in place at the moment that we’ll have to take care of first, don’t you?”

Leaning in, he trailed his lips along her neck and up to her ear. “It doesn’t mean we can’t practice a little, does it?”

Her eyebrows arched. “Only a little?”

“Sorry, I meant as much as humanly possible.”

She laughed. “That sounds more like the man I married.”

He lifted her to her feet and stood next to her, taking her hand. “Why don’t we take this somewhere private?”

“Good idea.”

As he led her back toward their cabin he had a flash of what it might be like to have little kids running around his beloved ship. The idea both delighted and terrified him, but almost every good thing that had happened in his life was the result of taking a great risk and a leap of faith. And with Leia by his side, there wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Not even kids with his own propensity for trouble, which he suspected they’d wind up with.

And if his kids had Leia as their mother, he was confident they would turn out just fine.

****

Okay, so there it is. And please note that I do not subscribe to the kids dying and turning all Sith, so we can pretend that never happens and that Han is right and his kids turn out fine and great and give them grandchildren and everyone lives happily ever after. Sound good?

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Jedi Search: The Review


This book is the first in the Jedi Academy Trilogy which comes almost immediately after the Dark Empire comics in the timeline. Anakin has been born, but he and the twins are still off in hiding with Winter. Leia is busy being a diplomat and sending Han off on missions as it is still implied that they don't spend much time together, and Luke has taken it upon himself to start up a new Jedi academy to teach a new generation of Jedi.

The book begins with Han and Chewie getting themselves into pretty deep trouble almost immediately. Han had been sent off to Kessel to do some negotiating with them to maybe get them to join the New Republic. Han has some prior experience there, and it was determined that he would be a good choice to go. Unfortunately, almost the moment they come out of hyperspace, there are TIE fighters after them, and they are not so much interested in negotiating and are set on taking the Falcon down hard enough to destroy it and anyone inside.

As you can imagine since there are many books after this one, they do survive the crash, although they are in pretty rough shape. After receiving some much-needed medical attention - though without the aid of any pain killers as it is implied the entire experience is quite unpleasant - they are brought before Moruth Doole, who runs the operations on Kessel and happens to have a bit of a past with Solo, spice running, and Jabba. He is not a fan of Han's, and Jabba happened to take one of his eyes, which he certainly now blames Han for. Doole suspects there is a lot more to this visit than just New Republic negotiations so he wants to interrogate Han, which frightens him except he realizes that for once, he really doesn't have anything he needs to hide.

Doole takes some Glitterstim which is so powerful it actually enables its user to probe the minds of others, which is quite useful in interrogation, although Han becomes enraged at the idea that using it could allow him to see memories he had of times with his children or some of his more private moments with Leia, but of course those are not the kinds of things he is most interested in seeing. He becomes further enraged when he realizes that his visit was not with malicious intent and he decides that rather than face the wrath of the New Republic in retaliation, he will send Han and Chewie to be slaves in the spice mines where they will never be heard from again, and he will erase any evidence that they ever made it to Kessel in the first place. This book doesn't start off well for Han and Chewie.

While all of this is going on, back on Coruscant, Luke has decided that he wants to start a Jedi academy. In order to do this, he obviously needs both a place to have it, and students with Force potential. After three movies telling us that there are no Jedi left in the galaxy, Luke quickly realizes that there must be Force sensitives out there somewhere, many of whom have no idea that they hold any special powers at all. So he wants to go on a mission to find them, with the aid of this scanner thing that sort of reads people's auras to see if they have the Force. Note that there is no mention of those stupid midichlorians.

Leia spends a lot of this book frustrated over a lot of things. You get the impression that basically she has no control over anything she wants in her life. Han is gone. Her children are sequestered. The New Republic is demanding far too much of her time. Early on, when Luke is discussing the Jedi search, she says this to him:

"Sometimes it wears on me not to have my own children here. I've been with the twins for only a fraction of their lives. I can count on one hand the number of times I've visited the baby. I haven't had time to feel like a mother. The diplomatic chores won't give me a rest." Then she looked directly at him. "And you're about to go off on your great Jedi hunt. I feel like I'm missing out on life."

Then Luke tells her she could be a very powerful Jedi if she wanted to be. Ugh, I'm sorry, but if my brother was trying to dictate the course of my life like that, I'd probably punch him. Even though he's a lot bigger than me. Poor Leia, not getting to see her kids and constantly letting other people dictate what she "should" be doing instead of just listening to her heart. Why does she never just take control of her own destiny? She's too strong to let everyone else tell her what to do. Anyway... she does tell Luke that she wants to fit being a mother into things somewhere, and Luke comes back with saying that if that is her destiny then he needs to find other Jedi to train. Um, damn right you need to find other Jedi! Why does being a Jedi take precedence over everything else in life?

Fortunately, at this point Luke and Leia part ways for a bit and Luke goes to see if he can find any leads on possible Jedi since it quickly becomes apparent that "the last of the Jedi will you be" should have been followed up with, "except for like a couple hundred other beings scattered throughout the galaxy." Artoo and Threepio are scanning the archives and searching for evidence of anyone who maybe displays any behavior that might be explained by Force ability; miraculous feats of strength or predictions, podrace winning, exceptional runs of luck at gambling, whatever. With a lead in hand, Luke heads of to Eol Sha to check out this guy named Gantoris.

Meanwhile, Leia is still at home, all by herself. She has to get up in the middle of the night to talk to the ambassador of Carida, Furgan, who is incredibly unpleasant and impolite and doesn't seem to care that he is keeping Leia awake in the middle of the night to talk with him. While waiting for his call, Leia laments that she misses Han. See, he has been gone for several days, and he hasn't called. Instead of immediately realizing that she should be worried that he hasn't checked in, she spends her time being annoyed that he is being so inconsiderate and is probably off having fun with old smuggling buddies while gambling and drinking.

Oh, there are a lot of things wrong with that. I'm not sure I know anyone in any situation would not maybe become concerned if their husband went away for a week and never called. I mean, given the incredible technology in the Star Wars universe, I think we should assume that under most circumstances, they can talk to each other whenever they want, no matter how many lightyears apart they may be. I kind of see Han and Leia as the type who would probably talk daily when apart, don't you? And that's just if it was a normal couple and not two people who quite often find themselves in the face of death. Would her first instinct really be that he was just being irresponsible? And to suggest such a thing implies that this happens often. I'm sorry, I just don't see it. At least she does think to herself that she never sleeps well when he's not there with her. I'd think she probably doesn't get as much sleep when he is there with her either, for very different reasons.

To be fair, later on it is implied that she prefers to think of him as being irresponsible mostly to spare herself from worrying and not allowing herself to think of the worst possible scenario, but still, don't you think she might have raised some alarms and, I don't know, maybe tried to check on him? Moving on...

Back on Kessel, Han and Chewie are being sent down to work in the mines after the Falcon gets overhauled and wiped of its serial numbers to make it harder to identify. At this point, Doole, who not only has a mechanical eye but is a fairly disgusting, Jabba-ish being who happens to walk upright, decides he is ready for some "mating" and goes off into a section of cells that house his slave girls, who as you can imagine, aren't so interested in mating with him. Fortunately that scene ends just before you throw up, though not before you start to taste it a little in the back of your throat.

The spice mines are not pleasant. First of all, it's pitch black. And that doesn't mean hard to see, it means literally so dark your eyes can't adjust because there is not a speck of light. It is also frigid, though they are given thermal suits to wear. As they are unceremoniously introduced to the mines, they learn that a lot of the slaves have recently been disappearing without a trace, which of course is not such good news to be hearing, but they aren't really expecting to be seen or heard from again at this point, anyway.

Once settled into their spots in the mine, they meet someone named Kyp Durron, who Han only knows by name at first, and his voice is a bit ambiguous and he has no idea what kind of person - even if it's male or female - he is speaking to. He only knows that whoever this is has been stuck inside for a long time and is very excited to hear from someone on the outside. Kyp's whole family was taken by the Empire, his brother he hasn't heard from in years and his parents were killed in the mines already.

After some more mining in the dark, and being led around in complete darkness - spice must be mined in the dark or it gets ruined - finally they get led back to the light, where Han learns that Kyp is just a kid.

Meanwhile, Luke is trying to convince Gantoris to come with him on his Jedi search mission, and Lando is working on something similar after visiting with Leia - and thinking it's not like Han not to check in for days, even though Leia insists that yes, it's just like him to be so irresponsible - and being sent off to check out on another possible Jedi lead in this guy named Tymmo, who apparently makes a lot of money betting on, believe it or not, blob racing. Thus begins a very long and involved chapter on Lando, Artoo and Threepio watching blob races that are described in great detail as they navigate the - not kidding about this - blobstacle course, and then them finding Tymmo and discovering that he is a cheat who had run away from his very, very... um, needy "wife" who he was chosen as consort for and who he has desperately tried to escape from because she is smothering him and has completely exhausted him. In the end he surrenders and Lando apparently will receive an impressive reward from his wife for his safe return - although the poor guy does briefly entertain the idea that execution, his punishment for cheating, might be a better alternative. Seriously, this chapter goes on forever and I really have no idea if it is important to the plot at all.

Back on Coruscant, Leia is anxiously awaiting the return of the twins, Jacen and Jaina. They have turned two, and apparently this is the magical age in which it becomes okay for Jedi children to be raised by their own parents rather than a nanny on a hidden planet. This is close to a week after Leia first started worrying about Han being missing. Has she sent out a search party yet? Nope. Instead:

Han should have been back from Kessel two days ago, but still she had heard no word from him. He'd probably fallen in with some of his old smuggling buddies, had too much to drink, gambled far into the late hours, and completely forgotten about his other obligations. It was a good thing Chewbacca had sworn a blood oath to protect him, because Han was going to have to face her when he got back, and he was going to need a Wookiee's protection. How dare he forget something like this?

Seriously, Leia? You're not maybe just a little more concerned? Has Han actually been acting that careless that he wouldn't realize or care that he was missing the return of his children? Think about it! Okay, maybe it's easier than thinking he's hurt or captured or dead or two of the three, but don't you think by now you should try and look into it? This is beyond frustrating, and this isn't even the end of it.

Anyway, the twins have finally come home. Leia of course is incredibly excited to see them in spite of the conspicuous absence of their father. It's both lovely and heartbreaking when she's reunited with the kids because of course she finally gets her children back, which she's thrilled about, but Jacen asks where his daddy is and Leia just feels anger when she has to tell them that he's not there. And of course we also have to be sad that Anakin still has to stay sequestered by himself with Winter. Leia promises herself that she will make up for lost time with them, but she can sense fear and trepidation in them. Ugh, the poor kids are afraid of their own mother because she's a virtual stranger. Should we thank Luke or the authors of the EU for this gross injustice?

Leia shows them their "new" home and their bedroom and of course they are slightly uncomfortable with the whole thing. So what does she do on her first night with her children who have been gone for two years? She kisses them goodnight and leaves them with Threepio. Seriously? Okay, she got to visit with them here and there, but don't you think a mother getting her kids back might want to be the last person her kids see before they fall asleep? Maybe be the one to read them a story instead of the creepy, cold, protocol droid? Oh, the immense frustration.

So Leia leaves them with Threepio, even though they are not happy, don't want to sleep and don't want a story from the stupid droid, and she goes back to deal with diplomatic things. While she's busy, the twins are expressing great frustration through lots of crying, which leads to annoyance from Leia and her inability to be able to figure out how to deal with them. The whole thing maybe was an attempt at humor, and maybe could've been kind of funny first, if it was like, the first night or two Leia (and hopefully Han) had their kids home, or if it was I don't know, maybe a teenage babysitter dealing with some unruly children, but the fact of the matter is that this is Leia, a mother of two-year olds who should know how to take care of them and if for some strange reason she was just seeing them for the first time in a very long time, I don't see her being frustrated in quite this manner. Frustration, yes, but more because she was upset that her own children weren't comfortable in their own home with their own mother than annoyed that these two unruly twins wouldn't just, in the words of Samuel L. Jackson, go the f%&# to sleep!

Oh, but to infuriate us further, Leia thinks she should go in and check, and Winter, who is way more of a mother to them than that lady who actually gave birth to them, tells her in her infinite motherly wisdom that they are just testing her limits and she shouldn't go check on them. I'll admit I'm not a mother, but crying when you're trying to go to sleep in uncomfortable surroundings at the age of two seems like more of a legitimate reason to be upset than just toddlers testing their mother's limits. It's like Leia is suddenly clueless on how to raise kids, while Winter is the author of several books on the subject or something.

Wait, it gets even better. Then Leia mentions how this is something she's probably going to have to be stuck doing all by herself and Winter finally asks where Han is.

Not wanting Winter to see her flustered outrage, Leia stood up and turned her back. Over and over, she had imagined possibilities of Han hurt, lost, attacked ... but she found it safer to believe other possibilities. "He's flying around in the Falcon with Chewbacca. He should have been back two days ago. He knew when the twins were coming home, but he couldn't bother to be here! It's bad enough we've been practically nonexistent as parents for the first two years of their lives, but he can't even spare the time to greet Jacen and Jaina when they finally come home."

Seriously, is Leia really this dense? Or does she really hate worrying that much? I can see her maybe not wanting to worry initially, but after a while, seriously, she'd have to know something was wrong! But Winter is not only smarter when it comes to being a mother, but also as a wife:

Winter gazed at her, not blinking. Winter's intense periods of thought always unsettled Leia. "Let me tell you this, Leia. I think I'm right. If it were anyone else on a mission like this, two days overdue and no contact for a week or so, you would be concerned. Very concerned. With Han, you are making an assumption that he is just being irresponsible. What if something happened to him?"

"That's crazy." She turned away again, to keep Winter from seeing that the same worries had been plaguing her.

Winter's grave expression did not change.

"According to the reports I have seen, Kessel is relatively hostile territory. Not only the spice mines, but the Imperial Correction Facility, with some powerful defenses in place to keep prisoners from escaping. The entire system has been out of contact with us for some time."

Winter paused, as if accessing other memories. "When Mara Jade and Talon Karrde unified some of the smugglers two years ago, Jade noted that Kessel might cause certain problems. Shouldn't you check with a diplomatic contact there to make certain nothing has happened to the
Millennium Falcon?"

Leia blinked her eyes, annoyed at Winter's suggestion, though she had thought of it herself dozens of times. "Seems like overreacting, doesn't it?"

Winter regarded her calmly. "Or are you just unwilling to show your concern because it would embarrass you?"


Leia doesn't even respond to this, it is where the scene ends. We all know Leia is a strong woman and she's not going to sit around and cry at the thought that her husband is missing, but she seriously wouldn't be worried at all or would be too embarrassed to admit to being worried? She could at least admit it to herself! I think the concept of stubborn Leia is taken a bit to the extreme here. And it almost just makes Leia seem kind of heartless and certainly doesn't paint Han in a very good light if she apparently thinks it's normal for him to be so inconsiderate.

Well, finally this conversation prompts Leia to contact Kessel, and she gets in touch with Moruth Doole. Of course Doole denies everything and says that Han never made it, and given how difficult it is to navigate the area he maybe isn't such a great pilot and disappeared in the Maw. At least Leia has enough faith in Han's piloting to know that that can't possibly be true, and his answers also seem far too rehearsed and quick to not arouse some suspicion, so the conversation ends inconclusive, though Leia at least stops thinking Han is just being a jerk. And fortunately at the end of this conversation she felt "very foolish for being angry with Han." Finally!

Back on Kessel, Han loses his temper just a bit and lashes out at some of the guards, which doesn't end all that well, but later he admits that he realized that it was the day that Jacen and Jaina were coming home and he is furious that he isn't there to see them. See, not only is he not irresponsible and thoughtless, but he can keep track of days while captured and enslaved on a planet with no sense of day or night.

Sometime after the brawl with the guards, it is decided that some of the slaves will be going on a mission down one of the, well, scarier tunnels and they ask for volunteers. This is a scary mission because it is where some of the slaves had disappeared. Han suspects maybe this is because there is a possible chance of escape, and he also suspects that due to his outburst earlier, he will probably be forced to go anyway, so he volunteers himself and Chewie, much to Chewie's chagrin, and Kyp decides he wants to go, too. So, doing what he does best, Han thinks on the fly and gets them all away from the guards and starts a not-so-smooth escape because for quite a while, they are still mostly just lost in the darkness of the mines. Just in time, too, because Doole decided that just having him in the mine as a slave wasn't good enough. Now that the New Republic was onto him, he needed Solo and the Wookiee killed with no trace left.

Oh, and elsewhere, Luke is now on Bespin, in the grand tradition of only utilizing like seven planets in the entire galaxy throughout the EU, where he picks up another possible candidate in Streen. That's really all there is to say about that, so back to Han, Kyp and Chewie...

They are still trying to escape, and Skynxnex, who is one of Doole's henchmen and also has a not-so-good past with Han, is trying to find them and kill them, which riles up a chase very similar to the mine car chase in Temple of Doom, except the mine cars are floating and Short Round isn't there to work the brakes. To make matters worse, there are also these giant spiders down there in the dark that could very well also kill them. In all, the spice mines sound like tons of fun. But the good news is that they find an escape shaft out of the mines that happens to lead to a shipyard so they can maybe get out of there. This is especially important since nobody seems intent on sending a rescue mission.

Luke makes it back to Coruscant and plays with his niece and nephew by levitating them in mid-air. Jedi are weird. Once again nobody seems to really care to actually ask where Han is, and Luke thinks this:

Luke realized that he hadn't seen Han since his return; but because of their busy schedules, seeing Han and Leia in the same place at the same time was a rare occurrence anyway. It was a wonder they had somehow managed to have three children!
Luke, trust me, we are all wondering how they managed to have three children if they never see each other. We can only assume that Han is quite the sharp shooter. Luke senses concern in Leia but doesn't say anything until Lando finally comes bursting in after realizing that she hasn't heard from Han and hasn't told anyone about it. Leia admits that she finally talked to Doole yesterday and suspects something had happened to him. That's right: yesterday. And she still hasn't done anything about it. Seriously, let's reverse roles here for a second: if Han heard Leia had been missing for days and days with no sign, do you think he would just sit back and not do anything about it? I don't think Leia would, either, so this Leia isn't quite acting like I would expect.

Finally Luke and Lando offer to go off and find him because Leia admits that the New Republic resources are limited and apparently even though she abandoned the Rebellion to get him out of carbonite after one trip to Bespin, she won't go after her husband and the father of her children when she knows he's missing. It at least implies that it seems what she wanted all along was for Luke and Lando to go and find him. At least she's sort of doing something now.

Back on Kessel, Han, Chewie and Kyp manage to steal a supply shuttle and work to make their escape, which as always is a lot more complicated than they'd think. With a lot of pressure on them, they have no choice but to go into the Maw, which holds a very large chance of death, but is really their only possible chance of escaping. But Kyp insists he can show him the way. I think I forgot to mention that Kyp maybe has the Force, as he had come into contact with another old character you may remember named Vima-Da-Boda, who was an ancient Jedi who came to Kessel briefly and told Kyp of his power.

Before they escape, Han gets one last punch to the gut when he sees his own ship being flown against them. But before he can get really furious, they disappear into the Maw and hope that the bad guys aren't stupid enough to follow them.

Once again back on Coruscant, Luke had brought Gantoris, potential Jedi, back with him from Eol Sha, which is basically uninhabitable due to some crazy stuff on the planet like volcanoes and earthquakes. It is decided that the refugees will be relocated to Dantooine, and Wedge is put in charge of that job. Mon Mothma comes in to remind Leia of the visit with that jerk ambassador from Carida, and she also inquires about Han but Leia once again brushes it off like it's no big deal. At least Mon Mothma takes a moment to tell Leia that she is doing a very good job. So we know she's not totally heartless.

Then it is time for Winter to say goodbye and go back to take care of Anakin in hiding. I don't believe we are ever told who the heck has been watching him while she's been gone. It's quite sad because the twins are very sad to see her go and don't seem that interested in hanging back with their own mother. I mean, why should they be? She makes a driod tuck them in and tell them stories at night. Leia still feels like a stranger to them, but tells them that their daddy will be back soon and they will have fun together.

Later, Leia attempts to give the children a bath and they get into an argument over when the bubbles get added, and of course Leia stubbornly insists on doing it the opposite way that Winter did, just to show them that things are different and this is their home, even though they keep asking to go home, which to them would be back with Winter. Leia gets all frustrated again and wishes Han was back. It might almost be a sweet scene if it weren't once again for the fact that it's like Leia has no idea how to be their mother.

Well, Han is kind of busy himself because they have a bit of relief at making it through the Maw without getting sucked into a gravity well, but the relief is short-lived as they stumble upon some Star Destroyers just hanging out in the middle of nowhere and decide they need to make a quick exit. Well, they don't get a chance for that and are taken aboard where they come in contact with Admiral Daala. I had forgotten where she came from, and anyone who is still reading the EU knows that she continues to hold a very prominent role.

Anyway, this group of ships has been holed up for so long that they don't even know the Emperor is dead. Actually, they don't even know about Tarkin or the first Death Star, either. It is unheard of for a woman to be an admiral, so Han has a feeling he's in trouble.

Meanwhile, Luke and Lando finally make it to Kessel and Lando poses as an investor and Luke is his associate. He uses the name Tymmo, so far giving us our only indication that reading twenty pages about blob races had any relevance to the plot. They get Doole to show them around and try and probe and figure out what happened to Han, Chewie and the Falcon.

Back in the Maw, poor Han is undergoing some tortuous interrogation at the hands of Daala and her relentless questioning. The only thing is, under the circumstances, Han doesn't really have any secrets to tell. None of the information is classified or really even not common knowledge among just about anyone. He just has to tell her about the destruction of the Empire and the New Republic, but that doesn't stop him from undergoing some torture at the hands of some sort of thing that makes his muscles spasm like crazy. And to top it all off, once he's told her everything and endured that, she sends in a probe droid just to make sure. Han doesn't have much fun in this book.

Daala leaves him and goes to talk to one of her scientists about yet another weapon that they had been working on while stuck in the Maw, called the Sun Crusher. Guess what it does? She also isn't too thrilled not just about the fall of the Empire, but apparently Tarkin was her... oh, gods, I have to say it: lover. Ooops, there's that vomit taste again... anyway, that is part of the reason she gained such a high rank and why she is in charge of these Star Destroyers. The only good news is that the information made her realize she has the most powerful group of ships left in the Imperial Navy, most likely.

On Coruscant, Leia finally gets to meet Ambassador Furgan, the jerk from Carida who just acts worse and worse. He belittles Leia's rank in the New Republic, talks about how the Jedi should've been wiped out and accuses them of the possibility of trying to poison him. He also demands all of Leia's attention and when she brings the twins with her to the reception, they get stuck with Threepio. At least Leia is "worried to the point of nausea" much of the time since Han has been missing. Well, it's a relief to know that she still thinks about him sometimes.

The ambassador finally decides he wants to say something, and what does he have to say? Basically that there is no chance they're joining the New Republic and he throws his drink in Mon Mothma's face. Yeah, he went to an awful lot of trouble to make that point, and off he goes with his little entourage and Leia is furious at having wasted so much time on the guy and you can't blame her.

But back to Han, because we're not done with him yet. He is a wreck from enduring lots of torture and gets brought before another woman, only this time it's not Daala. It's Qwi Xux, and apparently she is the one who designed the Death Star and she wants to hear what it was like since she never got to see it. It seems she's only an innocent scientist and had no idea what it had truly been intended for, in spite of what most of us would consider to be kind of an obvious name for something meant to cause a lot of death and destruction.

Han can barely speak at first from being such a mess, but fortunately she has no intention of harming him, she just wants to hear about her designs. Han gets angry once he finds out that she designed the Death Star and World Devastators, and she seems oblivious to what they had done and thinks they were just meant to mine materials from otherwise dead planets. Han tells her that the Death Star blew up Alderaan, his wife's planet, and she doesn't believe him. She had viewed the interrogation but apparently some parts had been left out. She starts to slowly realize she has been manipulated, and then she tells Han about the Sun Crusher.

Luke and Lando are still busy with Doole and they ask to see the ships, spotting the Falcon right away and asking to inspect it "randomly." Of course they know for sure it is Han's ship and they take off in it.

Oh, but poor Leia, back at home and still feeling frustrated. The twins are sick and irritable and she's still leaving them mostly to Threepio (why not just keep Winter there?) and tending to her duties and being interrupted a lot with calls for all sorts of things. Someone even tells her that sick children don't make the New Republic stop functioning. That's kind of rude, don't you think? Mon Mothma shows up and at least just this once shows more compassion and says she's sorry that the kids are sick and that Han has been missing and offers some help in picking a new location for the Jedi Academy. The only good thing here is that Leia realizes that if things quiet down it just gives her too much time to think and worry about Han. Poor Leia, life basically sucks for her right now.

Though maybe not as much as it sucks for Han. He wakes up, very uncomfortable in his cell but apparently he had at least been having a nice dream about Leia, as it is alluded to being probably the only pleasant experience he's had in three weeks. Qwi comes in and says she has been given permission to interrogate Han again, except that's not really what she has in mind as she takes out a stormtrooper and helps him escape now that she's learned that she has been betrayed and lied to all this time. They go off and get Kyp and Chewie.

Kyp had been scheduled for termination as he held no real use for them, and Chewie had been sent to do labor basically as a slave just like when Han had first met him. But Han and Qwi make it to save them and they all make their way to escape. Han apparently never second guesses the fact that Leia hasn't sent anyone to come find him yet:

Han desperately wanted to see Leia and the twins again. They filled his thoughts more and more, preoccupying him at times when he should have fixed every iota of attention on the peril around him. He ached to hold Leia again--but thinking of her while he wore a stormtrooper uniform seemed to taint the emotion.

Well, at least one of them wants to see the other again. They go to escape and of all the things to escape in, they steal the Sun Crusher so Daala can't use it. They evade the Imperial forces and move to leave the Maw, which is incredibly dangerous but fortunately Kyp uses the Force to get them out, but then Han spies someone flying the Falcon and gets very, very angry. He contacts it on his private channel and is quite glad to hear Lando's voice from the cockpit. They coordinate with each other and finally escape Kessel.

And finally, for the first time in the book, with ten pages to go, Han and Leia are in the same place at the same time and even talk to each other. And there's even some kissing:

The reunion was everything Han had imagined. He had spent a lot of time thinking about it during the long hyperspace flight back to Coruscant.

Leia and the twins met him the moment the Sun Crusher and the
Millennium Falcon touched down side by side at the high landing platform. Han backed out of the Sun Crusher's hatch and began climbing down the ladder, but Leia ran forward and hugged him before he managed to get all the way down.

"Glad I'm back?" he asked.

"I missed you!" she said, kissing him.

"I know," he said with a roguish smile.

She put her hands on her hips. "What? You didn't miss me?"

Han turned away sheepishly. "Well, first we crashed on Kessel, then we were stuck in the spice mines, then we got captured by a bunch of Imperials in the middle of a black hole cluster. I really didn't have a whole lot of-“

When Leia looked as if she were going to punch him, Han reacted with a grin. "But even through all that I don't remember more than about two seconds when I didn't miss you with all my heart."

Leia kissed him again.


Oh, well, that's sort of a cute reunion I guess. I mean, they're happy to see each other, they're not super mushy and of course throw some teasing in there, and they even kiss more than once. For the EU, that's not too bad. Han then says hello to his kids, who say they remember him but he doesn't quite believe them - so yeah, that kind of ruins it a bit - but he says he'll make it up to them. I hate this whole thing that just makes them seem like neglectful parents! But that's the end of that maddening stuff, because we only get to see them all together for like three paragraphs.

To end things, we get one last reason for that whole blob race thing when Lando receives a very large reward for having captured Tymmo the consort and returned him to his wife and decides he might go back to Kessel and see what potential is there, not to mention the ship he had to leave behind in their hasty exit. I forgot to mention that Doole was killed in the skirmish there, thankfully.

Han brings Kyp to Luke as a potential Jedi and is quite proud of his little protege, which is kind of cute. And Luke senses that Kyp is quite powerful in the Force and will be a perfect candidate for his Jedi academy. In the end, Luke sets up his new academy back where it all started, on Yavin IV.

Okay, that was quite a summary. So, what do I think of this book? I've got some mixed feelings. I do enjoy reading it to a large degree, and I know I'd read it over before just for the sake of reading it, although it has been a few years until I just finished it again. It's a fairly quick read and has a much simpler plot to follow than the Thrawn trilogy, and certainly a lot less characters to follow. It's kind of cool to read the beginnings of Luke starting the next generation of Jedi and having Han find one potential candidate of his own. Also interesting to be reminded of where Admiral Daala came from.

It's also interesting to see Leia's frustrations as it seems for the first time she truly has to try and balance being a politician with motherhood. Honestly, it doesn't even seem like she enjoys her job, she simply feels obligated. And she's got Luke pestering her about being a Jedi and again, it just gets annoying feeling like she just sits back and lets everyone else tell her what to do instead of doing what she wants. Why does she seem to let everyone walk all over her?

And poor Han, as this is the beginning of a string of times throughout the EU in which he is captured and has to endure quite a bit during his captivity. Several bouts of interrogation here, serious medical attention needed after a terrible crash in which the patient's comfort isn't considered at all during treatment, and this isn't even anywhere near the worst we'll read about in coming books. And come on, his wife obviously doesn't have a very high opinion of him if she thinks he's just goofing off somewhere with his old buddies. I just don't see Han being so careless. Do I see him maybe goofing off with his buddies? Sure, if he runs into them. But do I see that sort of thing making him forget about Leia, not call, and forget about his kids coming home for the first time in years? No, absolutely not.

And really, truly, I don't see Leia thinking that badly of him, either. I guess maybe I can buy that she just finds it easier to think about him being irresponsible than to worry about him, but she's a woman of action. She's not just going to sit there and not even try to get in touch with him and see if anything happened. Sorry. So for all of the little things I liked in the book, there were certainly things that frustrated and annoyed me. Another example being that I enjoyed the fact that the kids finally got to come home - or at least two of them - but it is almost infuriating to read about how pretty much incompetent Leia seems when it comes to taking care of her own kids. The whole situation is ridiculous in the first place, the idea that they were raised somewhere else for two years, but it just gets made even worse by making her seem like an idiot when it comes to kids. I think the guys from Three Men and a Baby did a better job. It's almost like at times she finds them more annoying than actually loving them like, you know, a mother might love her children.

That said, Han's side of things is very... Han. He mouths off to authority, he takes matters into his own hands when it comes to his escape - which as I said is a good thing since his wife isn't sending anyone to help him - he makes things up as he goes along and he actually misses his wife and is enraged at the thought of missing seeing his kids come home. I like Han's interaction with Kyp, too. He definitely makes a good "big brother" type.

So, the Han and Leia factor here? It's a tough call, because the book does focus on them a lot, although they are not together really at all. Add points for Han being Han, take away points for Leia thinking badly of him, not acting like Leia but add points for her really missing him when he's gone, add points for her getting the kids back and even sharing a few, normal moments with them, but take points away for her having no idea how to deal with her kids. Add points for kissing but take points away for them only spending one page of the book together.

I'd say it at least deserves a 3+ if only for the fact that I've read it a few times, so as a Han and Leia fan, it must have some redeeming qualities. And for every annoying moment there is usually a good one to compensate.

As for missing moments, I'm sure there is something there for a more private reunion for Han and Leia once he's home. This can be with or without the kids, or start with the kids before moving on to what happens once the kids are in bed. I would think that is a pretty big moment for them, being home with at least two of their kids and getting to raise them from then on. Or maybe you can get into what exactly Han's dream was about when he dreamed of her.

I'd put this book higher on the list to read than a lot of others in the EU, so if you haven't checked it out and are looking for something to read after you read those other really good books, you should certainly consider it.



Saturday, January 28, 2012

Money Over Medals (A Missing Moment from Major Trouble)

This is a 'Missing Moments' contribution from Major Trouble.  This one occurs during aruably the favorite missing moments timeframe for Han and Leia lovers:  between ANH and ESB.  Thanks Major Trouble for sharing and you can find this and more stories from Major Trouble at ff.net.


Money Over Medals

"You only care about yourself!"

"You might think that, sweetheart, but you'd be wrong," Han growled. His hand grabbed at the collar of his jacket and shirt, dragging them both down so he could grab at the medallion that hung from his neck. As soon as he pulled it into view it was obvious what it was, but the point of it was lost on Leia, who stared in confusion.

"So?" she spat, the anger that had been temporarily dampened flaring up again. "It's just that stupid medal I gave you at Yavin!" A circle of gold attached to a thick brown strap she had placed over his head. The only stray thought to pass through Leia's mind was 'That thing must be cold against his skin on a planet like this.'

Han slipped the medal off and dangled it in front of her face. "It's the Alliance Medal of Bravery. Ya know, the Alliance to Restore the Republic? The only thing you care about?" Leia opened her mouth to protest, but the Corellian held up his other hand. "Not the point and you know it."

"Fine," she huffed, brushing it aside. "But regardless of what I care about, the fact that you have that damn thing around your neck means either you fancy yourself a Jedi or you're obsessed with your own achievements! And I'm guessing the latter."

Spinning on her heel, Leia stomped away up the icy corridor. Han inevitably followed. "What the hell does the medal have to do with Jedi, aside from Luke having one?" As they stalked past all sorts of rebels – guards, mechanics, members of High Command – a small part of Han's mind registered that most of them didn't even bother sparing more than a glance at the pair. The smuggler and the princess fought much too often for many to care anymore, and it had become just another piece of life at Echo Base, like the constant biting cold and the smell of the tauntauns. No longer were lunchtime conversations filled with the speculating gossip about what had gotten them going this time, and the long-running pool on when they'd finally kiss was almost forgotten.

The feisty little Princess stopped so suddenly Han almost knocked her over. Turning and shoving him back, she explained, "You knew we were going to have this damn conversation. I don't know how, but you knew it! It's just like you."

Han stared blankly. "I'm still missin' somethin'," he replied, cocking his head. The anger that had been coursing through his veins had been, if temporarily, replaced with curiosity.

"You're wearing that blasted medal because you knew we were going to have this conversation and you wanted to distract me!"

She started off again in the direction of the hangar, and Han couldn't help but wonder what was there for her. But as the conversation sunk in, two things become obvious. One: she was headed to the hangar to find Luke. Two: a Jedi could see the future, like predicting this conversation would happen. Her logic still didn't exactly make sense, but he'd found that on rare occasions he could get her so riled up that precisely that happened. And this time, he couldn't remember for the life of him how the fight had even started.

As they turned a corner and the hangar became visible at the end of the corridor, a plan had begun to form in Han's mind. He thought maybe he knew how to convince her, but he needed more time to think it through. And there were absolutely no guarantees it would work.

Reaching out, he grabbed her left arm and spun her around, pulling her against him and backing against the icy wall so a line of supply-hauling rebels could pass by. When they had disappeared and Han was sure the two were alone, he lowered his voice and ducked his head, allowing Leia to back away but not letting go. His voice a low snarl, he told her, "I'm wearin' the medal because I hadn't taken it off from Yavin IV until just now, Your Worshipfulness!"

The comment seemed to stun Leia into silence, as it was intended to. But as always, she managed a fairly quick retort anyways. "You shower with that on?" she snorted skeptically, breaking his grip and continuing on her way.

"You know as well as I do that sonic showers are the only kind I've had access to since joinin' up with you and your freedom fighters, and those are only gonna make it cleaner." His right hand went up to his head and slid the medal around his neck again, unconsciously adjusting it comfortably under his shirt.

"But you haven't joined up!" Leia exclaimed, trying to move faster and lose him. With his longer stride, Han easily caught up and passed her, walking backwards as they entered the bustling hangar. "Why you're still here is beyond me, all you do is steal our credits, and there are precious few of them to begin with!"

"All I do?" he replied hotly, glancing briefly over his shoulder to see where he was going. "I get you your damn supplies. You wouldn't survive another dayh on this ice cube without the things I've brought back for you. I even got half the base addicted to that hot chocolate I brought in last time. Besides, I haven't been paid for the last three runs I went on. You know I haven't. And I didn't ask for the last couple before that, either, Rieekan offered! Because unlike you, he doesn't mind having me around!"

Leia scowled and cast her gaze around, apparently trying to find Luke, but she continued to follow Han, not noticing where he was leading her. "So you're staying around long enough that he won't feel betrayed when you leave, is that it? So that when the Empire is defeated and Carlist is a high-ranking Republic General instead of a fugitive rebel leader, you can gain favor or more money? Because that's all the great Han Solo cares about, besides himself! Money! At Yavin you didn't stay to fight because you wanted to take your money and then you decided to stick around longer anyway so that you could get more money out of us. Now you don't get paid but you're going to stay again – but only as long as you need to so that you can ensure you get more money once the Empire is gone!"

As predicted, Han's heel hit metal about halfway through her spiel, and if he wasn't expecting it he might have fallen flat on his back. Instead, merely stumbling briefly, he walked backwards up the ramp. And so Leia followed him, distracted in her rage and not realizing that she was on the boarding ramp of the Millennium Falcon, and, soon after, in the hold of the Corellian freighter.

"You even told me," she hissed, her voice dangerously low as she slipped into a crude imitation of Han's voice, "'I ain't in this for your revolution, and I'm not in it for you, Princess. I expect to be well paid. I'm in it for the money.' You're a mercenary, Captain Solo!"

In another situation, he might be impressed that she seemed to remember the exact words he'd said to her that day, which he certainly didn't remember word-for-word, or he might turn it back on her. But as he'd mentioned earlier, this wasn't about what she cared about. No, they'd had that fight before and they'd have it again, he was sure, but not right now. "Money then ain't gonna help me, Your Worship. I need those credits now or I'm gonna be a little too dead for them to do me any good."

"Still thinking of yourself, flyboy," she shot back.

"I'm not here for me, Leia!" The rare use of her name succeeded in catching her attention. It also caused Han to come very close to spilling one of his deepest secrets, one he had confided in no one – not even Chewie, although he suspected the big guy had figured it out on his own. "Why do you think I have this medal on, aside from your ridiculous accusation that I have a Jedi complex?"

Leia glared at him a moment before speaking very slowly and carefully, as she might to a young child – although with a child her voice probably wouldn't hold so much anger. "You are obsessed with your own achievements, Captain Solo."

Wordlessly, Han shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it aside. As his hands dropped to his belt, Leia's eyes grew wide, and it seemed she was only just realizing where she was. But despite backing up several steps, she seemed to be too shocked to actually turn and leave the ship. Han shook off the other implications of her continued presence (Yeah right, Solo, only in your dreams) and grabbed handfuls of his shirt, untucking it roughly and pulling it over his head.

Hair ruffled, bare-chested, Han stood before Princess Leia of Alderaan and had to suppress the desire to make a lewd comment. "There's one medal around my neck, Princess," he told her, gesturing to it with the hand still holding his shirt. "One medal. I wear the Corellian bloodstripes, true, but I got other awards and decorations while I was with the Imps, and I ain't wearing those. So how about you shut the hell up about how obsessed I am with myself? Aside from the bloodstripes – and if you had 'em you'd wear 'em too, anyone would – the only award I've got on is your Alliance's medal, the one I've had on for almost three years now. Even as an Imp I didn't wear the awards I got from them! Pretty sure Chewie's got 'em around somewhere still, but I wear this one 'cause I care. Got that, Your Highnessness? I care about your damn Alliance. I don' like the Empire but I like your mission, and I like the people here. So I'm here. Get off my back."

Sliding his shirt back over his head, Han turned and walked down the curved corridor to his quarters. In the hold, Leia stared at his retreating form, unable to formulate a proper response. The calm manner in which Han had responded gave validity to his claim that he was around because of the people and the mission, not the money, but she still didn't entirely believe him.

Leia padded quietly after Han and poked her head around the corner of his cabin door. The pilot was kneeling on the cold durasteel floor, back to the door and shirt still untucked, as he rummaged through a footlocker. Seeming to find what he sought, Han sat back on his heels and stared at something he was holding in front of him, something Leia couldn't see.

The two remained that way for several moments until the Corellian broke the silence, muttering to himself something that Leia could only just make out. "Damn things gonna get me killed someday."

Slipping back to the hold, Leia was still there when Han emerged from his room. "What do you want, Your Majesty?" he asked brusquely.

"Nothing," she muttered, brushing past him as he headed to the cockpit. Checking over her shoulder to ensure he was gone, she slid into his cabin. As she'd hoped, there was something lying on his bunk that hadn't been there before – evidently the thing that was going to get him killed.

The 'something' was a small slip of flimsy with a short note.

Solo –
Easily accessed, even for someone as wanted as you. Drop by after you free yourself of Jabba.
C

Following that was the information for a bank account, including a very large number.

The flimsy slipped through Leia's shaking fingers when she realized the number, the amount of credits in the account, was at least triple what Han would need to pay off Jabba.

So he wasn't lying. He's not here for the money, at least not anymore. He certainly doesn't need it, if he could really get his hands on that many credits so easily. But… this is Han Solo we're talking about. This is a joke, a trick to get me to believe him. Rolling her eyes, Leia inspected the flimsy again, knowing exactly what she expected to find. She'd seen Han's handwriting on several occasions, and could easily compare it to a sample from memory.

But, contrary to her expectations, his messy scrawl was not very well developed, which fit with what little of his past she knew. This writing, by contrast, wsa cultured and formal, even in a note to an apparent friend. There was an added flair Han's scribbles certainly didn't have. And if it wasn't his writing, it was most likely a trap… or a legitimate offer from a friend to get Han out of trouble.

A soft voice from the doorway startled her out of her thoughts. "Surprised, are you?"

"You could've left any time you wanted to," she whispered, still staring down at the small piece of flimsy on his dark blue bedspread. "You don't need to hide here, or get money from us."

"I told you that before," he reminded her. "I'm not here for the money, and I'm not here for me. If I was doing this for me, I wouldn't be here at all." Well, maybe I would be, he conceded mentally, eyeing Leia's hair, only half pinned up. He couldn't help but wonder how long it truly was, or how those silky strands would feel as he ran his fingers through them.

Nodding slowly in acceptance, the Princess turned around and finally looked at him. Han leaned easily on the doorway, arms crossed casually over his chest. Only his eyes betrayed the tension he was feeling, showed that he was prepped for the outburst, the fight that he was sure to follow this revelation.

But there was nothing. Just a simple, "Thank you… Han," before the slight Princess left, leaving a vaguely flowery scent in her wake… but nothing more. No anger. No hatred. Not even frustration.

It was, perhaps, the first real peace the two had had at Echo Base.

**

Thanks again, Major Trouble and GREAT JOB!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Universal Han and Leia FanFic Writer Truths


So, we've done a couple of these 'universal truths' posts and we decided doing one on ourselves might be kinda fun. You know, those things that all of us do as Han and Leia writers, lovers and fanatics. Those things that we are so sure we are the only people in the universe who think, feel or act this way (until we found this blog).

#17 - Dreaming of Star Wars, either pleasant experiences or nightmares involving loved ones discovering their secret.

#16 - Comparing other romantic relationships in regular movies to Han and Leia and listing in one's head the ways in which others are inferior or getting ideas from movies and TV shows and thinking, "This could make a good fanfic."

#15 - Comparing potential suitors to Han Solo. *Dangerous practice as it can lead to excessive singleness, to which Zyra is a tragic example.

#14 - Tendency to reply "I know" when someone says, "I love you" rather than the traditional, "I love you, too."

#13 - Heart palpitations if someone asks to check their e-mail or something on your lap top for intense fear that they will snoop in your files and find your fanfic.

#12 - Excessive Star Wars related bookmarks amongst internet favorites.

#11 - Hard drive is overloaded with saved, adorable pictures of Han and Leia, often outnumbering photos of one's own family.

#10 - The time between when a writer hits the publish button and when (or if) they receive their first review drags on at a rate of 10,000 times slower than normal speed.

#9 - The number of reviews seems to be conversely proportionate to the excitement the writer has for that chapter. Writer is super excited by a certain chapter = less reviews than other chapters.

#8 - Over-contemplating of things in the movies like the trip to Bespin or may display strange behavior such as rewinding to watch the movie kisses 10-11 times before moving on to the next scene.

#7 - Often times you can find specific wear patterns in the pages of our EU novels, most notably any time Han and Leia kiss or share some nice moment and it may or may not be completely falling apart if it ever comes close to alluding to sex.

#6 - Ability to recite exact page numbers of any Han/Leia noteworthy moments without even being anywhere near the book.

#5 - One critical or bad review will cancel out at least 30 good reviews in its wake.

#4 - Writers often tend to exhibit skewed perspective when comparing their own works to someone else's. They will see other people's writing as genius and worthy of loads of praise while then thinking their own writing is idiotic, mundane, stupid, lame, and in extreme cases the worst thing ever written.

#3 - Tendency to display secretive behavior with their lap tops or excessive, ambiguously named folders among Word documents stored on one's hard drive.

#2 - Along those same lines, may tend to clear internet history more often than someone looking at too much porn or searching for creative ways to kill their boss.

#1 - No longer concerned about the age-old fear of dying while wearing dirty underwear, but intensely worried that upon quick and accidental death their secret fanfic might be discovered!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A Call For Mushy Stories!


I happened to be browsing through Target yesterday and stumbled across a vast array of Star Wars Valentine's Day items. It took an exceptional amount of restraint not to buy anything, but it did remind me that Valentine's Day is coming up and I thought, what better way to celebrate than to call for some mushy Valentine's Day Han and Leia stories?

Now, I'm not suggesting that the stories have to revolve around Valentine's Day, because of course chances are it doesn't exist in Star wars, though if you do want to use it or make up some similar day, go ahead. It just seems like a fun opportunity to write some adorably sappy, melt-your-insides mush. Long or short, G-rated or R-rated, whatever you want. It is a pretty open-ended prompt. Just try to get them in by Valentine's Day, or at least pretty close.

You know the drill, message one of us on ff.net or e-mail us if you have that and we will get you posted. All submissions are welcome and we haven't yet turned anyone down on posting, so don't be shy! And it is also a great opportunity to not have to worry about plot because it's all just supposed to be fun. But, should you want to include a plot, that's okay, too :)

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Last Command: The Review


So now we’ve come to the final installment of the infamous Thrawn Trilogy, the series that started out the whole EU. I’ll have to say it did get a promising start, it’s just too bad that it didn’t keep going.

So what happens in this book? Quite a bit. After the previous book, Thrawn is once again anxious to take out the New Republic, and there is a battle for authority going on between him and Jorus C’baoth, who is a few steps past the boarder of Crazy Town as he enjoys screaming like a mad man that he is the one in charge. He wants Leia and the twins, as he had been promised.

Luke is busy trying to find the cloning facility while Mara is recovering from the injuries she sustained at the end of the last book. She is slowly coming to terms with the fact that Luke had gone back to save her, which doesn’t sit well with her because it’s a real pain when the person you are trying so hard to hate and kill starts being nice to you.

Pretty early in the book we get what I would certainly consider one of the first “moments” for Han and Leia, which is the birth of their twins, Jacen and Jaina. You can imagine this was not drawn out in the sort of way that many of us would write it as fanfic writers, but it was still very sweet. There is some good news and some bad news. The good news is that Han is right there for her the entire time, but the bad news is that I did not love the insinuation that Leia thinks about how there is so much of their lives that she will not get to share in, but Han would be able to share even less. Why does it require the Force in order for someone to bond with his children? Yes, there are parts of their lives he won’t be as involved in, but that’s true of any parent. Let’s not forget that there’s a lot that he WILL be a part of.

It’s very sweet when Leia is trying to soothe them while they are awaiting their birth, and she thinks,

Though to be perfectly fair, their father wasn't in much better shape.

"You all right?" Han asked for the umpteenth time since they'd come in here. He squeezed her hand a little more tightly, also for the umpteenth time, in sympathetic tension with her hunching shoulders.

"I'm still fine," Leia assured him. Her shoulders relaxed as the contraction ended, and she gave his hand a squeeze in return. "You don't look so good, though."

Han made a face at her. "It's past my bedtime," he said dryly.

"That must be it," Leia agreed. Han had been as nervous as a tauntaun on ball bearings ever since the labor started in earnest, but he was making a manly effort not to show it. More for her sake, Leia suspected, than for any damage such an admission might do to his image. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Han threw a look to the side, where the medic and two Emdee droids were hovering around the business end of the birth bed.

"Looks like we're getting close, sweetheart."

"Count on it," Leia agreed, the last word strangled off as another contraction took her attention. "Oh . . ."

Han's anxiety level jumped another notch. "You all right?"

Leia nodded, throat muscles momentarily too tight to speak through. "Hold me, Han," she breathed when she could talk again. "Just hold me."

"I'm right here," he said quietly, sliding his free hand into a comfortable grip under her shoulder.


I like this a lot. It doesn’t cross into any annoying clichés about Leia screaming in pain and hating Han for doing this to her, it doesn’t really get overly mushy, it’s just them being there for each other, Han offering and Leia accepting his comfort. It’s all quite sweet.

Then we get the births, and Han is the proud papa we would all imagine.

And then, seemingly without warning, the first part was suddenly over. "Got one," Han told her, his voice sounding strangely breathless. "It's—" He craned his neck. "It's our daughter." He looked back at Leia, the tension in his face plastered over with the lopsided grin she knew so well. "Jaina."

Once they are both out and in their parents arms, things quiet down:

They laid the twins in her arms a few minutes later . . . and as she looked first at them and then up at Han, she felt a sense of utter peace settle over her. Out among the stars there might be a war going on; but for here, and for now, all was right with the universe.

Later on we get a nice, quiet moment between Leia, the twins and Han. Leia is sitting on her bed nursing the twins when Han comes in. Leia was marveling at the lives that she and Han had created, and Han sits down and lets Jacen grab his finger with his little fist while Jaina continues nursing and Han comments how they eat like starving Wookiees.

They are talking about the issues the New Republic is facing, but there are still some nice little things sprinkled in there, such as,

"Yeah, he and Bel Iblis are still talking to Admiral Drayson," Han said, reaching over to rest his free hand on Leia's shoulder. The warmth felt good through her thin dressing gown. Almost as good as the warmth of his thoughts against her mind.

They also share some of their trademark banter:

"You know, you thought I was pretty handy to have around before the kids showed up. Now you don't need me anymore, huh? Just go ahead and toss me aside."

"Of course I need you," Leia soothed him. "As long as most of the droids are out on defense duty and there are two babies who have to be changed, you'll always have a place here."

"Oh, great," Han growled. "I think I'd rather get tossed aside."

"It's way too late for that," Leia assured him, stroking his hand and turning serious again. "I know you want to help, Han, and I really do appreciate it. I just feel guilty."

"Well, don't," Han told her, taking her hand and squeezing it. "We old-time smugglers are used to strange hours, remember."


Later on, of all people, Mara senses that someone is going to attack Leia, Han and the twins. Amazingly, Han and Leia are together and asleep when Leia is awakened by Mara sort of speaking to her through the Force that someone is coming to get her. She gets out of bed and heads for the front door, oddly without maybe mentioning something to Han or asking for help or anything, but since they’re at least sleeping in the same bed, we’ll let it slide. They are pretty much under an ambush, Winter is with the twins and Han and Leia are huddled and wondering how to get out of this mess.

Mara, Lando and Bel Iblis make their way to the Solo apartment to try and stop their attackers.

Leia took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Ever since the first of these kidnapping attempts on Bimmisaari, she'd been able to think of it as the Imperials gunning for her and her alone—not an especially pleasant thought, but one that she'd become more or less accustomed to after years of warfare.

This time it was different. This time, instead of being after her and her unborn twins, they were after her babies. Babies they could physically take from her arms and hide away where she might never see them again.


This is a very scary thought, that their children could be taken away from them. Mara gets into Leia’s head again and tells her to surrender, which she does much to Han’s disbelief. But it is enough to render their attackers stunned enough for Mara to come in and stop them.

Luke had finally returned and I’m guessing gets to meet his new niece and nephew, it’s never really mentioned. Almost immediately it is decided that Han, Luke, Mara and Lando are going to be heading for Wayland. Han is not happy to be leaving so quickly, but he does at least think to himself that he’ll leave, but only after he says goodbye to his wife in private. I sense another missing moment there…

They decide that they need Mara in order to infiltrate the cloning facility since she has been there. Except some people seem to think that Mara is still working for the Empire, and she is placed under house arrest. But our old Rebels may not really be Rebels anymore, but they aren't so much into authority, and they help her escape so she can help them find the cloning facility.

Remember Ghent? Well, he managed to fairly quickly crack the code that had been used by Delta Source, and he gives the information to Leia who keeps it to herself but goes to Garm Bel Iblis to help her figure out what Delta Source is. They suspect maybe a droid but they can’t seem to figure it out.

Mara gets them to Wayland where they embark on a little excursion that seems a lot like crossing Endor when they were headed for the shield generator. Walking through the woods and doing some camping. As they make their way toward Mount Tantiss, where the cloning facility is, Mara asks Luke about the Emperor’s final moments. She had no idea that in the end Vader had turned to good and been the one to kill the Emperor. Once again, this is not what she wants to hear when she so desperately wants so many reasons to hate and kill Luke aside from just the voice in her head. She had no idea that Vader was Luke’s father and decides that her reasons for killing Luke have to be her own and not just because the Emperor wanted revenge on his murderer.

As they get closer to Mount Tantiss Luke realizes that he can’t sense it in the Force. Elsewhere, Leia realizes why it is that the clones they are growing are being made so much more quickly than any other clones. Apparently the Force actually inhibits them from growing at a faster rate, and by surrounding them with ysalamiri, the clones can grow at an incredible rate, and Leia realizes that for this reason, Luke isn’t safe because he can’t sense the danger surrounding the mountain and she knows she has to go and save them. Leia also manages to figure out that Delta Source is actually inside a tree in the Grand Corridor of the Imperial Palace and it is destroyed.

Karrde, meanwhile, really wants to talk to Mara and tells Leia that if he can talk to her he will give them some valuable information. Leia agrees to this without mentioning to him that Mara is no longer in custody. Upon the realization that Luke and Han would need her help, Leia knows that the New Republic lacks the resources to help them and asks Karrde to take her.

Knowing that Mount Tantiss is blocked in the Force, Luke thinks it is in order to confine C’Baoth rather than anything to do with clones. Mara and Luke go to the throne room because she suspects there is a self destruct there, but Han and Lando stay back to rig up some explosives just in case.

Upon reaching the throne room, C’baoth is there and has had the ysalamiri destroyed so they have use of the Force, and he wants Mara and Luke to join his side, though of course he also still wants Leia and the twins. C’Baoth has another weapon though, Luuke Skywalker, a clone of Luke himself built from the hand Luke had lost and carrying the very lightsaber he first fought Vader with.

While all of this is going on, Leia arrives on planet and stumbles upon Han. They get beyond hand-squeezing here and share a “quick, tense hug.” To be fair, there were lives at stake, so no time for making out. They all make it up to the throne room and let’s just say that chaos ensues. Han is thrown back with some Force lightning, Leia is taken out by falling debris, poor Han then keeps going after a blaster that C’baoth just keeps pushing further and further away from him while he is fighting.

Luke offers C’baoth himself if he will let everyone else go, yet again making Mara annoyed that he is sacrificing himself not just for his friends, but for someone who was not shy about expressing her desire to kill him. In the end, Mara winds up killing the clone Luuke, feeling a great sense of relief that she has carried out the Emperor’s wish that she kill Luke Skywalker, even though technically it is not the right one. Enraged, C’baoth tries to take out the entire complex, but Mara kills him with Luke’s old lightsaber.

While all of this had been going on, there was a battle going on between the New Republic and Bilbringi with Grand Admiral Thrawn on the Chimera and Rougue Squadron. Thrawn had a bodyguard, a Noghri named Rukh, who betrays and kills him for what the Empire had done to the Noghri. Once the Grand Admiral is dead, Palleon is in charge and orders them to retreat as the Thrawn campaign has ended.

The book ends with Luke and Mara on Coruscant, Mara thinking about how she never got to be there without being at the Emperor’s side. Luke is about to head off to some negotiations with the Smuggler’s Alliance and asks for Mara’s help, and she is resistant at first. He gives her his old lightsaber, which shocks her though she accepts and then decides to go with him. I have to say, I’m not sure I can see him giving away that lightsaber given its sentimental value, but since this is his future wife, I guess we can let it slide.

Okay, there was a lot more to this book but I wanted to focus on the stuff that we are usually most interested in. Overall, it was quite an enjoyable read and it moved fast. There was a lot of action, but there was also a lot of good character interaction. Not just Han and Leia, but Luke and Mara as well. I'm under the impression that it was not always in the grand plan for her to be his wife.

Han and Leia share some nice little moments as parents, although it's not quite as much as we might have hoped, especially since they still seem to be against kissing each other for some reason. Also, there are times when they don't really seem to be thinking about the twins that much when they're not with them and Winter is always in charge of them.

But even with those little gripes, I'm going to have to give this book a 4 on the Han and Leia factor. Their babies are born, they're both there and happy and share some nice moments as first-time parents and they even say I love you. Honestly, when we started this whole thing I was thinking we'd never get a 4 because there are a few great books, a lot of horribly crappy books, and even more mediocre books, but this one seemed to be a 4 for me. While the second book in this trilogy may have dragged a bit, this one was definitely a fun, fitting end to the series and the beginning of fun things to come.

Funny, nobody mentions in this book that the twins are going to have to be taken away from Han and Leia and raised somewhere else...

Friday, January 20, 2012

The Spoils of War (a missing moment by Push)

This missing moment is right before Han goes off to collect the Katana fleet in the middle of the night with Rogue Squadron near the end of "Dark Force Rising" (book #2 in the Thrawn trilogy).  I just thought since they were always saying goodbye, that at least they could have a decent one...


The Spoils of War

Their apartment door slid open and she saw him standing there.  It was as if her intense desire for him had conjured him up somehow, after all, he was supposed to be on his way to deep space.  They stood there for a moment considering each other.  He was all grim determination and pent up energy, the way he always looked before battle.  She never found him more attractive.  If this was a Force thing, she didn't want it to go away. 

In the air she caught a whiff of leather, grease and the citrusy scent of the industrial soap Han always used on the Falcon and it knocked her out of her thoughts.  Finally convincing herself that he was real, she spoke, “I thought you were getting the Falcon ready?”  She rubbed a hand across her belly.  His hazel eyes tracked the movement, a flicker of longing crossing his face.

“Chewie’s covering for me,” he explained, as he entered the apartment.  “I thought you could use a proper goodbye.  I know I could.”

She drank in his words, heard the hidden promise beneath them.  The door slid shut behind him and they were alone.  Alone.  It was such a simple thing for most.  But for the two of them, it was like an elusive paradise finally found.

The walls of the apartment shrank away and the blackness of infinite space was the only thing surrounding them.  It was him and it was her and they were together. 

She licked her lips.

Han seemed to sense her trepidation as he strode silently to stand in front of her.  His hands and arms absorbing her while he planted a few delicate kisses on the top of her head.  She sunk against him, her head resting on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat the only thing grounding her in that moment.  The rest of her was swept away to another place, another time, where she and Han were alone and happy, together … and safe. 

Sending men off into combat had never been something that came easily to Leia.  But sending her husband and the father of her unborn children away was nearly too much for her to bear.  Time and reluctant practice had not made it any easier.  Her eyes slid shut in a vain attempt to keep him there, in the safety of her dreams, in her arms for longer than this surely painfully fleeting moment would last.  It was a futile effort, she knew, but she wasn't the princess of lost causes for nothing.

Her body shivered in his arms. 

“Hey?”  Han whispered, pulling back just a little and tugging at her chin.

She opened her eyes and found his staring back at her.  There was a line of worry along his brow.

“Don’t go,” she croaked.  It wasn’t the first time she had asked him this.  It wouldn’t be the last.   

He didn’t answer her.  Opting instead to study her for a moment and let the exchange pass between them unvoiced.  She knew he had to go.  He knew he had to leave.  It didn’t mean they had to like it. 

She closed her eyes and his mouth fell down on hers.  At first tender and tentative, she enjoyed the softness of his lips as they gently caressed hers.  Then with a deep breath his arms became more possessive and her mouth opened instinctively to welcome and enourage his deeper and more fervent kisses. 

Their bodies pressed tightly against one another, the swell of her belly awkward, yet delightful in between them.  He maneuvered them to the nearest piece of furniture and lowered her down onto it.  On her back now with him hovering above her, his hands began to trace the lines of her body, his mouth devouring the delicate skin along her neck.  He massaged the sensitive swells of her breasts.  She whimpered in pleasure, bending her legs and tilting her hips up to meet his. 

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, Han muffled a frustrated growl.  They were far beyond the need for words.  As a couple, it had not taken them long to learn the language of love-making, to recognize the other’s cues, to hear the silent conversation of their bodies.  He pushed himself up and away from her, now kneeling, straddling her thighs.  She watched him.  Watched his eyes drink in the sight of her.  It was something she had never grown tired of witnessing, his complete admiration of her.

He ran a hand up her thigh and over her abdomen, taking with it the light material of her tunic and exposing her ever-expanding stomach.  Running his hands over the tight skin, he bent down and kissed her there.  He felt for the imperfect bulges that were their children struggling for room inside of her and he kissed each one as he found it.  When he looked up at her his eyes were shimmering with wonder and adoration.

“Is it safe?”  He asked.

They had gone through patches during her pregnancy where intimacy had been discouraged for fear of inducing an early labor.  There were no such worries at this juncture, Leia was relieved to report, as she nodded her head in affirmation.

That familiar lop-sided grin stretched across her husband’s face as he returned his attention to her body, slowly and skillfully ridding her of her clothing.  His habit of pushing and testing boundaries carried over into all aspects of his life, she knew this.  But never was it more frustrating to her than when he brought it into their bedroom.  The deadline of his departure seemingly forgotten or at least smugly ignored, he took his time unveiling her and pleasuring her in the process.

His hands deftly kneaded her flesh, his mouth drank in her skin and suddenly time, for her too, was no longer a concept she could grasp.  A swirl of his tongue over the peaks of her swollen breasts made her writhe wantonly beneath him.  His fingers traveled down between her legs finding her velvety folds already slick with desire.  She pressed her hips against his hand, encouraging him as she released a low, throaty moan, her body responding to the pleasure he was deftly coaxing from her. 

He slid a hand over her belly as he bent forward, his face now hovering over hers.

“Are you sure?”  He asked again, bending down to press soft kisses behind her ear.

She was flustered by his hesitation.  Her need for him had reached a critical level, any semblance of patience and restraint had evaporated under his ministrations.  Quickly she shifted from fiercely aroused to frustratingly impatient.  Any moment now she could imagine the chirp of his comm or the inevitable chime at the door, beckoning him away from her.

She pulled him to her.  Through clenched teeth, she whispered fiercely in his ear, “Yes.”

"Because we don't have to," he assured her between kisses as he made his way across the line of her jaw. 

Of course, the practical side of her realized that he was only being cautious.  He wouldn't want to take any kind of risk right before he left for the expanse of space.  It wasn't as if, if complications arose in the morning, he would only be but a comlink call away.  He would be across the galaxy.  But practicality had no place in the forefront of her thoughts at that moment.  In fact, it had no place at all.

“Goddess, Han," she growled in return, her hands groping at his still fully-clothed form, her hips tilting up to find the evidence of his need.  "You weren’t even this cautious when you took my virginity.”

He pulled back as if stung, sitting up again and grinning wickedly at her as he cocked his head to the side.  “Not true,” he argued playfully as he worked on the fasteners of his shirt.  “I was extremely patient,” he said, as he pushed the garment off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, her eyes roaming over the wealth of skin and muscles now being revealed to her.  “Painfully patient,” he added as he began to work on the buckle of his trousers, smiling as he recognized her predatory stare.  “Thought I might go blind, I was so cautious.”

Leia chuckled at the vision Han’s insinuation brought forward.  “Well, no one’s ever said you weren’t good with your hands,” she replied teasingly as she pulled forward and helped him ease his undershorts down his hips.

“Funny princess,” he breathed, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back as she took him in her hands.

She marveled at this part of him.  Not just the velvety skin of his most private body part, but all of it: the ritual of their lovemaking, the sounds of their shared passion, their silent language of love.  To her, Han was just a man, delicate and fragile when it came to her, so tender and attentive .  Let the rest of the universe have the hero or the seasoned cynic, this was the side of him that she wanted.  The soft underbelly of the hardened exterior.

She felt a warm heat swell inside of her chest.  The dangers of his upcoming mission bearing down on her.  It was a wondrous contrast to feel so protected by someone and yet so protective of them in return.

He leaned down and began to kiss her again, pressing her body back down onto the couch and interrupting her exploration of him.  His tongue worked its way down her neck.  She felt his hand once again between her legs as he guided himself toward her entrance, teasing her as he bathed his erection in her moistness.  The anticipation of this moment, before her body accepted him, never seemed to fade.  No matter how many times they had been together, for her, it still held in it that wonderfully eager promise of a divine union.  And then, finally, he entered her with a tortured groan, the novelty of their coupling so evidently overwhelming for him as well.

His mouth desperately sought hers and they were kissing again.  Each rhythmic thrust of his hips against hers, deepening the pleasurable penetration.  She could no longer think of anything else save her love for him.   It was like this for them, each time they joined was a silent affirmation of their love, always somehow growing exponentially and inexplicably over the years.  Her arms wrapped around him, holding him to her, the pads of her fingertips gripping at the sweat-slicked skin of his back. 

She pressed her heels into the conformed cushions of the sofa beneath her, spreading her knees further apart and aiding him in sinking deeper into her.  She rasped something that was a mix between a groan, the divine creator’s name and an expletive.  He seemed encouraged by her reaction, increasing his thrusts delightfully.  It wasn't in her power to speak, the only thought resounding in her mind was 'don't stop'. 

Don't ever stop

Her stomach muscles tightened and she felt herself contracting around him, a series of incoherent o’s the only sound escaping her lips now as she clung to him through the wave of her climax.

When she finally opened her eyes he was looking down at her, looking very pleased with himself.  She could feel the heat of her pleasure burning across her skin all the way up to her forehead.  He shook his head, smiling.  “I don’t know how I ever leave you.”

“It’s not one of your stronger suits,” she breathed back as he slowly stroked her down from her euphoric high, his hips now rocking gently as they spoke.

“You’ve always been the strong one,” he conceded.

She reached up and held his cheek in her hand, letting her thumb stroke along the rough skin there.  “I love you,” she whispered and the words almost got caught in her throat.

He took her hand, kissing its palm before trapping it above her head against the cushions.  “I love you, too,” he replied, his eyes veiling over with a determination she recognized all too well. 

His hips quickly found a familiar driving rhythm and he held her gaze with a penetration that was scorching in its intensity.  His body was searching for its release and she felt as if he could see it somewhere in the depths of her eyes, so she kept them open, drinking him in – feeding his desire.  She watched the muscles in his face tighten, felt his thrusts become more plunging and erratic.  He drew in a deep breath as if starved for oxygen, shuddered and then collapsed on top of her, mindful of her stomach as he did so.

They lingered there for a long moment, still joined as one.  Both grasping for a purchase somewhere back in the reality of the moment.  Both gasping for air.  She could still feel his length pulsating inside of her as it began to diminish in size and eventually slipped out of her as he slowly moved to lie next to her.  He held her to him as she turned in his arms to face him. 

There were no words.  Kissing her face, he ran his fingers over every part of her, committing her every pore, her curve to his memory.  It was a gesture of reverence.  She had seen him do the same to the Falcon, tracing the old freighter’s outlines lovingly anytime he was forced to leave her.  It didn’t bother Leia to be treated similarly to his ship, most women could only be so lucky.

When he answered the inevitable comlink call, he was gruff and short with Chewbacca. 

They dressed in silence, his anger with the universe swelling inside of him.  She watched the hardness melt away, however, as they said their final goodbyes.  In a long silent moment, with one of his large hands covering her stomach, he felt one of the twins issue their own farewell.  He drew her to him, his arms encircling her as he bent down and kissed her long, hard and deep.  Their hands parted reluctantly as he turned to leave.   

There was nothing harder, she decided, than watching him walk away. 

**

Onboard the Millennium Falcon, en route to the Katana Fleet

“You all right?”  Luke asked quietly.

“Oh, sure.  Fine,” Han replied.  The lines tightened a little further. 

Memories of making love to Leia on the sofa of their apartment flooded through him.  It had been wonderful, but all too fleeting. 

But just once I’d like them to find someone else to go off on these little jaunts across the galaxy.  You know Leia and I didn’t even get a day together?  We didn’t even see each other for a whole month; and we didn’t even get a day.”

Finis...