Log Date:
	7/16/97, 8/18/97

Log Cast:
	Chewbacca, Han Solo, Corinth

Log Intro:
	Much to the boundless delight of Han Solo, his long-missing partner
Chewbacca has unexpectedly returned to Calamari, in the wake of everyone in
the NR high command believing the Wookiee to have been lost on Etti IV.
Although Chewbacca is in sorry shape, he is indeed very much alive -- and
has, further, brought back the _Millennium Falcon_ with him. The return of
his friend and his ship have erased the stress and worry that have been
plaguing him over the past several weeks right out of Han's brain, and it
hasn't hurt that one of Chewbacca's first actions upon his arrival on the
planet has been to ply the Corellian with as much liquor as they can get
their hands on.
	Left alone to renew their companionship by a very pleased Leia,
Luke, and Winter, the reunited partners have drunk up every drop of alcohol
in the Solo suite, and have caught one another up on what has befallen the
two of them since their separation. It doesn't take them long to determine
that Han's stash of liquor must definitely be renewed -- nor does it take
Han very long to determine that it is absolutely imperative that he see
his ship again. Happy to indulge him, the Wookiee has followed his partner
out into the streets of Coral City, and in an unexpected rush of
sentimentality, Han has decided that he must re-christen his ship to
celebrate Chewie's and her return. But what Han doesn't know, and what
Chewie has forgotten to tell him, is that the big Wookiee had help getting
the _Falcon_ off Etti IV....

[NOTE: RP dates notwithstanding, this log takes place in time immediately
 after chewie-return.txt.]

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STARFIGHTER: YT-1300 Millennium Falcon(#6082n)
This battered ellipsoid which can only loosely be labelled a ship appears to 
  have been pieced together out of old hull fragments and components discarded 
  as unusable by other craft; those with experienced spacers' eyes may well 
  marvel that this freighter manages to hold her shape, much less get aloft... 
  never mind making it into hyperspace. She is about 35 meters in length from 
  front to back, and a mostly uniform dirty silver-grey in hue. Her most 
  notable features are an 'outrigger' node on her starboard side that sport 
  what must be her cockpit windows; an entry ramp access in her starboard 
  docking arm; a sensor dish atop her hull, and a pair of quad laser cannons 
  protruding from the center of her saucer. From that saucer, a pair of 'jaws' 
  extend forward, adding length to the vessel.

Chewbacca hobbles toward the Falcon, following in Han's wake. _Hopefully he's 
  drunk enough to see only her glory, not her gore_ the Wookiee muses 
  wistfully. He deliberately echo's Han's words from years ago. "She may not 
  be much to look at, but she's got it where it counts ..." Catching up to his 
  partner, he hands Han the bottle of Corellian brandy. "Care to do the 
  honors?"

As he hasn't actually had anything else to drink in transit, Han is still 
  solidly on his feet -- but what alcohol he's had is clearly more than enough 
  to bring a soft shining expession to his face as he stands there in the 
  starport, gazing up at his battered vessel. _She's -here-. She's -okay-. My 
  -SHIP-,_ he thinks in a giddy rush, and as he's handed the bottle, he 
  flashes Chewbacca a positively brilliant smile. "Never got to christen her," 
  he points out. "Hells, who knows _who_ originally did it?" Gripping the 
  bottle like a club, now, he pads up to the ship, lifting his free hand to 
  affectionately pat the hull underneath the cockpit outrigger.

Chewbacca watches his partner with eyes bright and emotional. He lifts a 
  casual paw and swipes it across his face. He makes it cavalier, as if he 
  were just scratching an itch, but he uses the opportunity to remove an 
  unexpected dampness from his furry cheeks.

The whiskey bottle lifts in Han's blaster hand, and he poises it just above 
  the hull, testing its weight in his grip. With his left hand he caresses the 
  ship's hull once more, and murmurs, "You won't feel a thing, old girl." And 
  with that, in one swift stroke, he flicks his wrist. Glass shatters, and 
  whiskey old enough to have its own pilot's credentials spills out in a 
  glittering flood over the ship and the tarmac beneath it. "_Millennium 
  Falcon_!" Solo belts out enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear.

The Wookiee lets loose with a war cry loud enough to wake the dead and all of 
  their distant cousins. Chewie rushes Han, the bottle's slender violet neck 
  still held in his hand, the licensed brandy dripping into the ceremonial 
  mess beneath the hull. Arriving at the side of the proud owner of a hunk of 
  junk, Chewbacca sweeps up the Corellian in a celebratory hug, spinning the 
  man about as if he weighed no more than a small child, and in much the same 
  fashion as one would an ecstatically happy kid. "Millennium Falcon," he rowls 
  fiercely in echoing praise, "Long may she soar!"

The boarding ramp lowers to the ground unexpectedly and in the entrance to the 
  ship appears a wild-eyed girl. Her hair is strewn haphazardly around her 
  face and there are lines on her face that suggest she has just woken up. She 
  stares at the man in front of her, not noticing Chewbacca for a moment and 
  then stares to the hull, seeing the broken glass fallen all around. 
  Stuttering and slightly angry she yells, "What the hell?!"

Swept up off his booted feet, and not minding in the slightest, Han lets out a 
  peal of husky baritone laughter, and finishes it with, "Chewie! Chewie, pal, 
  you're makin' me dizzy...!" But then, as the woman emerges from his ship, 
  the Corellian does a triple take over Chewie's furry shoulder. Hazel eyes 
  blink rapidly, and Han blurts, "Chewie, who the hell is that?"

Dropping his partner back to what is normally solid ground, but seems a little 
  tilted to the Wookiee, Chewbacca turns back and spots Corinth, all but 
  forgotten in the revelations and revelments of the night. "Oh," he grufs in 
  Wookiee, "Where are my manners?" Gesturing to the woman, he puts on his most 
  dignified persona. "Han Solo, Corinth. Corinth, Captain Han Solo." The 
  turning back to his partner he confesses softly, "Caught her spying on the 
  Falcon, scared the living daylights out of her, and then got her help 
  breaking out of Etti IV."

Corinth blinks rapidly, clearing the sleep from her eyes, and finally notices 
  Chewie. She drops back from her first aggressive posture and smooths her 
  hair back. "Oh sorry, Chewie. I didn't realize," she pauses for a minute and 
  studies the man standing there. "You must be the Han..." She cocks her head 
  to one side and looks at Chewbacca questioningly, "This is _General_ Solo??"

Solo squints with one eye up at his partner, then with the other to the 
  unfamiliar woman. A second passes before he appears to process all that the 
  Wookiee barks to him, and finally he focuses fully on Corinth. "You helped 
  him get my ship back, huh? Well... uh... thanks," he says. His voice, low 
  and rich in timbre, is ever so slightly -- well, not slurred, exactly, but 
  definitely mellow, his enunciation hitting all his consonants, but only 
  lightly. He crooks a grin, and finishes, "Well, uh, yeah, except I kinda 
  retired, sweetheart."

The Wookiee nods in reply, backing up Han's admission. He turns back to Han, 
  with the intention of elaborating when suddenly the piercing blue eyes 
  narrow, their gaze shifting from Corinth, to Han, and then back again. 
  Without even realizing it, he finds himself sidling closer to his partner in 
  a protective gesture, all of his previous paranoia's and suspicions rising 
  to the surface once again.

Corinth's face wrinkles up in a particularly child-like expression of 
  thoughtfulness. In an extremely unobservant manner, she doesn't notice the 
  change in Chewbacca's behavior and starts to move down the ramp with her 
  hand extended as if to shake.

Now that both of his hands are empty, Han offers one of them in reply. Up 
  closer to Chewbacca's partner, it can be noticed that some of the contents 
  of the shattered whiskey bottle must have splashed him, but the man doesn't 
  seem to mind. Still grinning that lopsided grin, he says warmly, "Dunno who 
  you are, sister, but if you helped get my ship back that makes you okay in 
  my books..." As his fingers take Corinth's, though, his grip sure and 
  strong, he leans forward and squints again at her, however. "So who are you? 
  Authority? Imperial?"

At that query, an unbeckoned and threatening growl escapes from Chewie's 
  throat. Every instinct in his body screams _Protect!_, and if Grathix is 
  Han's enemy, and Corinth works for Grathix, then it follows that Corinth is 
  also Han's enemy. However, weeks of self-flagellation for acting without 
  thinking hasn't passed without leaving it's mark, and the giant Wookiee, his 
  muscles begining to tremble with the effort, remains towering and imposing, 
  but still. "Neither," he manages to release on a subtle snarl, heavy with 
  sudden doubt and suspicion.

Corinth flushes brightly at Han's question and begins to stutter, "Well I..uh. 
  I mean..." She shakes her head and finally stares up at Chewie when he 
  growls. Her face gets a slightly nervous expression. "What?"

Solo's dark eyebrows go up. He looks between the Wookiee and the woman, 
  realizing that while Chewbacca must have let her on the _Falcon_ he clearly 
  has some reason to hold back trust.... and that's enough to set off Han's 
  alarm bells, even when he's got four glasses of alcohol in him. Four glasses 
  of alcohol, however, make him less subtle than he might otherwise be, and he 
  stares hard at the flustered female before him. "He said you're not 
  Authority or Imperial. Who are you?"

In a voice pitched low and and with an edge to make the hairs on the back of 
  one's neck stand up on principal, Chewbacca grrschnarls, "I wasn't thinking 
  ... too glad to see you alive and well ... the name Grathix rang a bell, but 
  I didn't make the connection ... until now. When I found -her- on Etti IV, 
  she was working for this Grathix person, said he was the leader of the V'ez 
  Tcha on Tatooine." The eyes flicker and focus, the normally warm blue gaze 
  now icy and intense on the woman before him. "She said she was just supposed 
  to locate the Falcon, but she also hinted that she was supposed to steal it 
  ... " The laser focus eases slightly, and a hint of self doubt, reproach, 
  enters his tone. "She also said that she stole a ship from the V'ez, that 
  she took the work only because she needed the money, that she was on 
  probation with him ... and she did help me. Maybe she's on the level, maybe 
  she's not." Turning his furry mane toward Han, a look of frustation fills 
  the Wookiee's eyes to brimming over. "I don't know Han, I've made too many 
  mistakes ... I can't tell ...."

Corinth watches Chewbacca helplessly as he growls to Han. Her brow furrows 
  suddenly and she stares back and forth between the two before timidly 
  answering Han. "I...Well I'm not Imperial... I just kind of work for this 
  guy. I mean..." Her eyes flicker back to Chewie periodically and she starts 
  to look upset.

As Chewie delivers his burst of woofs and growls and barks, Han straightens 
  where he stands, his head slightly turned to the Wookiee, most of his 
  attention remaining on the woman. His grin fades slowly down off his face. 
  And finally he says to Corinth, "Chewie says you work for Grathix."
Solo's tone has sharpened, slightly, now. He does not look hostile, per se -- 
  but he does look wary.

Chewbacca says nothing, his gaze returning to Corinth as he takes in her 
  touseled hair and sleep-mussed clothes. _She looks so sweet and innocent_ he 
  ponders, _but then again, so did Piper, and look what she turned out to be 
  ..._ Now, however, he is in his true mode, one that he can trust. He is 
  neither judge nor jury, but bodyguard, and executioner, should it come to 
  that. Either way, he is ready and prepared.

Corinth frowns quickly at the mention of Grathix and almost instinctively 
  shakes her head. "Well, I guess I did technically. I usually tried to stay 
  away from him though. He was very arrogant." The frown remains deeply 
  entrenched in all her features and she reaches up to twirl a lock of her 
  hair around her finger self-consciously. She has obviously withdrawn into 
  the behavior of a young girl and would barely pass for sixteen at this 
  point. As she is pinned between the Falcon and her two questioners, she 
  unconsiously begins to search for a means of escape.

Corinth
The first thing you notice about this 5'5" human female is amazingly red hair. 
The tousled, curly mass gives the impression that her head is on fire. She 
has very white, smooth skin peppered with hundreds of light freckles, which 
only serves to make her look even younger than would otherwise be the case. 
Her facial features are very delicate and she is definitely pretty, but 
almost in a schoolgirl kind of way. In fact, she could be taken for sixteen if 
it wasn't for her demeanor, which seems to suggest a touch of cynicism. 
 
All in all, she can seem somewhat naive to anyone who happens to care. She 
has that air of exaggerated importance that is sometimes noticed in rookie 
soldiers or part-time security guards. Don't turn your back on her though. You 
never know with someone like her...

Solo continues to stare hard at this redheaded young female, and at last, he 
  appears to reach some kind of conclusion. "Well, sweetheart, I owe yah one 
  for gettin' me my ship back. Chewie -- bring the booze." And with that, 
  quite abruptly, he edges past Corinth and strides up the ramp as steadily as 
  he can manage, his eyes beginning to sweep every detail of the vessel as he 
  boards her.

Chewbacca stands uncertainly for a moment, shifting his weight to ease the 
  pain in his damaged limb. Offering a furry paw in a gesture of welcome back 
  onto the ship, the Wookiee decides that if the girl -should- try to make 
  trouble, that he will simply make good his promise that he gave her back on 
  Etti IV.

Corinth glances back and forth between the two in confusion. Fear. That's the 
  best way to describe her expression. Right now she has no idea who to trust 
  and it's definitely apparent. She chews on her lip thoughtfully for a minute 
  before deciding to follow them.

Solo's already vanished up the entry ramp, but then, he doesn't go far. He 
  just lingers there in the ring corridor by the hatchway, his eyes sweeping 
  with apparent fondness all over everything in sight. His wariness of Corinth 
  appears to give way quite quickly to a big lopsided grin, and he murmurs, 
  "My ship!"

Lumbering up the ramp, the limp becoming more pronounced with all of the 
  walking that he's been doing, Chewbacca beams at his partner. Whatever else 
  may happen now, the universe is back in perspective - him, Han, and the 
  Falcon. The Wookiee leans against a strut for a moment before fumbling 
  further into the ship to get Han a new glass. And one for Corinth too ... 
  after all, the girl looks like she could use a good stiff drink.

Corinth walks cautiously up the ramp behind Chewbacca, glancing one last time 
  at the entryway before making it all the way in. The 
  entryway...escape....and freedom. Freedom to what? What would she do 
  stranded on an unfamiliar planet? End up with another group like the V'ez? 
  Those thoughts crossing through her mind, she enters the ship resolutely, 
  hoping for the best.

The dark-haired Corellian aims straight for the cockpit, his eyes lighting up, 
  adding life and vigor to his face. "Chewie, how's she flyin'?" he bellows 
  out, not bothering to look whether the Wookiee is actually behind him.

"Errr-rrr, fine, just fine Han!" the Wookiee bellows, making a note to fix the 
  hyperspace transponder and tweak that fluctuation in the sublights after Han 
  passes out tonight ... just so the man doesn't have a complete fit the 
  morning after. Pouring out a glass, the Wookiee shuffles over to Corinth, 
  offering her the snifter of brandy and taking in her stressed features. 
  "Sorry," he whurfles at her in the most apologetic tone he can muster in his 
  language, hoping she'll understand the intent if not the words.

Solo pokes his head back out of the cockpit at the sound of Chewbacca's voice, 
  then gives another one of those big lopsided grins at the sight of the 
  brandy. Slightly blankly, he says, "Oh... right. Yeah, doll, drink up, we 
  owe you that, anyway!"

Gingerly taking the glass from the wookiee's hand, Corinth tosses the brandy 
  back in one large gulp. She shudders and shuts her eyes tightly and hands 
  him back the glass without saying a word.

The Corellian grins, and winks at the young woman. "Not bad. You Corellian, 
  doll?" He wanders off past her, though, still grinning ear to ear at the 
  grimy passageway, each and every bulkhead, and even the dust tracked here 
  and there on the deck as if it's the most marvelous thing he's ever seen in 
  his life. As he goes he starts listing about five degrees to his right, but 
  he doesn't appear to notice.

Chewbacca refills Corinth's glass with an approving "urf urf!" and then 
  settles himself down near the chess board, easing his leg up onto the couch 
  and watching Han explore like a kid who's never seen a starship before. 
  Staring back at Corinth, he whurfles and little reluctantly, remembering 
  that they had an agreement. Not wishing to interrupt Han's reverie, the 
  Wookiee reaches for the detested datapad and starts typing in a message to 
  Corinth, for once in a very long while wishing that that damnedable metal 
  yak box was around for once.

Corinth nods quickly at Han's question, relieved to be able to answer 
  something without fear of reprisal. And I suppose the sudden warmth of the 
  brandy might have helped her regain her voice too. "Yes, actually I am," she 
  calls to him as he wanders around the ship. Then noticing Chewie's punching 
  on the datapad she leans over curiously, content to just sip her brandy now.

Wandering into the wide forward hold, Han gazes grinningly at the navcomputer, 
  at the holo-chess board, at each and every control panel that passes his 
  gaze. "Thought so," he calls over cheerfully, "putting down Corellian brandy 
  without even blinkin'...!" His eyes have gone a little absent, though, as if 
  he's half forgotten that the Wookiee and the redhead are here.

Chewbacca passes the datapad to Corinth, which reads, "Sorry I got defensive 
  ... I've been betrayed once too often lately, and it's Han. I owe you a 
  favor .... you should tell me what you want to be slipped to your former 
  employer and where you want to go now." The furry palm leaves the pad in her 
  hands and reaches for one of the unopened bottles, which he pries open 
  bare-pawed and drinks about half of in nearly one swallow.

Corinth's face pales slowly as she reads through the message. She sets the 
  datapad down gently and tosses back the rest of that glass of brandy, 
  holding her glass out for a refill. As she waits for it, she says quietly, 
  "Hmm. Well, I'm not sure that I want to go back there. What did he do? Why 
  were you guys so mad at him?" she asks plaintively.

The Wookiee graciously fills her glass from the first bottle, untainted by his 
  lips. Reaching over and typing so she can see, he picks out simply, "He took 
  Han."

Solo turns around, then, his brow crinkling as the conversation reaches him. 
  His grin wavers down into something closer to a frown, and he says shortly 
  as he approaches the holo-chess table -- and the brandy, "Grathix and I had 
  a little misunderstandin', doll."

Corinth sighs quickly, taking another long sip of her drink. "You mean he 
  kidnapped him?" she asks, running a small, shaking hand through her unruly 
  curls.

Solo slides his lanky frame down onto the half-circle couch around the game 
  table, and smirks over at the girl, though perhaps not quite unkindly. "How 
  long a story you want, kid?"

"It was more than that Han," Chewie grfs angrily, nodding to answer Corinths 
  question in the shorter form.

Corinth shakes her head vigorously, eyes pleading for belief and she really 
  does look like a child now, even if she is twenty. "I swear, I had nothing 
  to do with it. I didn't even know who you were. I just didn't have anywhere 
  else to go. They offered me a job, a roof over my head, even some credits 
  here and there. I was only supposed to be smuggling." The glass hangs in her 
  hand, forgotten as she watches the two wide-eyed.

Solo smirks a little, studying the redhead. "Don't twist yourself outta shape 
  over it," he finally advises. "I don't think I saw you in the two weeks he 
  had me -- and he wasn't exactly advertisin'. Chewie, gimme that bottle."

The Wookiee passes the first bottle to Han obligingly, noting that the 
  Corellian is definitely tilting to one side, his eyes a little overbright. 
  "She wouldn't have been there Han ... I was spying on her and the Falcon on 
  Etti IV around that time if my calculations aren't too skewed ..." he 
  werfles.

Corinth suddenly remembers the drink in her hand and takes another long, 
  comforting sip. She draws it out just a bit, preferring to hide behind the 
  glass, but when she brings it back down, she stares out at them both. "Well 
  I don't want to go back there," she says firmly.

Not bothering with a glass, Solo inhales down a healthy swig of the brandy, 
  then says with all the confidence of years of space travel, "Good. Proves 
  you got a brain, sweetheart, nobody wants to go to Tatooine." He actually 
  pauses a moment, then, as the new rush of alcohol hits his system.

Chewie grins at Han's bottle bravado, noting that the Corellian has definitely 
  stepped past his drinking limitations. In echo to his partners opinion, he 
  rowls in agreement, bobbing his mane up and down.

Corinth almost smiles at that, but realizes that she's finished up her third 
  glass of brandy as she has to grab the table to keep her balance. Now she 
  _is_ grinning, mostly alcohol-induced, but some of it being her amusement at 
  her situation. "Problem is," she begins, in a slightly slurred voice, "What 
  do I do now? I mean for food and shtuff." She shakes her head, as if trying 
  to clear it, and chuckles.

Peering over the bottle he's claimed, Solo considers the young woman, and asks 
  her, "Well, what _can_ you do, kid?" His voice has mellowed further -- not 
  exactly slurred yet, but getting there.

The Wookiee leans back a little smugly, his constiution and physical make up 
  allowing him the luxury of practially complete sobriety. He is, however, 
  exhausted, and releases a deep yowling yawn, stretching lazily and 
  considering his partner and the young woman with a contented blue gaze.

Corinth shrugs, holding out her glass for a refill. With a smile, she says, 
  "Well I'm a pretty good pilot. I've always liked being behind the controls. 
  I loved a challenge like this ship." She motions around happily, not even 
  realizing the sort of implied insult to the Falcon.

"The NR can always use good pilots," remarks Solo breezily; then, as Corinth 
  makes her gesture, he pronounces grandly, "Better believe my ship's a 
  challenge, sweetheart!" He can drink to that, and does, tipping the bottle 
  end-up.

Laughing heartily as he sees both the compliment and the critique in the 
  woman's commentary, Chewie reaches for his bottle, finishing it off readily 
  and wiping the excess from his muzzle with one furred arm. He starts to open 
  his mouth, but then shuts it, not willing to deal with the language barrier 
  for one night.

Corinth smiles excitedly and her eyes widen to mirror that excitement. "You 
  mean I could fly for the NR?" she asks breathlessly.

Solo's grin flashes white in his weathered face. "Darlin', we were takin' kids 
  younger 'n' you when the Rebellion was on -- and we sure as hells gotta 
  lotta planets to keep safe now. We always need pilots. You c'n fly, we could 
  use yah...." He trails off then for a moment, looking suddenly surprised at 
  himself.

The Wookiee struggles to keep his eyes open, knowing that if he falls asleep - 
  purely from the exhaustion of the day - that Han will never let him live it 
  down. And it -has- been a long day ... it's been two whole months long ... 
  The blue eyes flutter shut and open again.

The grin on Corinth's face has it practically glowing. "I didn't think they'd 
  take someone like me. But who would I talk to? How would I do it?" Her mind 
  is racing and it has temporarily stunted the effects of the alcohol.

Solo bursts into merry laughter, spluttering on a swallow of brandy and wiping 
  a sleeve across his mouth. "Doll -- they took _me_, din' they?" he retorts. 
  _Now_ his consonants are slurring together, and his hazel eyes are beginning 
  to unfocus. "Hells bells, sweetheart, they take a nerfherder like me bein' a 
  General, they won't have no problems with you...."

"General..." Corinth echoes, laughing out loud. "Tha's right, isn't it?" her 
  words slur almost completely together now. She reaches out an arm to pat Han 
  on the shoulder and misses by about a foot. It's a miracle that she keeps 
  herself from falling over and she grins as she sinks to sit on the floor 
  next to him.

And Solo, trailing off, frowns softly. How much _has_ he had, anyway? Having 
  lost track, the Corellian squints at the nearly empty bottle he's holding, 
  and tries to think through the blaze in his chest, a fiery warmth seeping 
  downwards towards his belly and trying to creep up into his head, as well. 
  When Corinth slumps off the bunk, he abruptly chuckles. "Hey... hey, kid... 
  better lay down, 'kay?"

That catches the Wookiee's attention, and waking himself up some, he whrulfels 
  in amusement and watches the show draw to a close. Already his mind is 
  working on the sublights ... knowing just which unit is the troublemaker 
  this time.

Solo makes it to his feet, thinking vaguely that this guest -- guest? okay, 
  guest -- shouldn't be lying on the deck. As he rises, it also occurs to him 
  that that warmth within him needs some encouragement, just to make sure it 
  doesn't flicker out; that happy thought in mind, he drains the rest of the 
  bottle, and then turns at last to help Corinth up. But he catches himself as 
  he does, blinking bemusedly. "Wha?"

Corinth just giggles up at him for a second and then tries to pull herself 
  back up to the bunk, finally managing it after several failed attempts. 
  Crawling backwards onto the bunk, so as not to lose her balance again, she 
  leans against the wall at the back of the bunk and smiles. "Mayb' yur 
  right," she murmurs, closing her eyes.

Giving Corinth a helping hairy paw, Chewbacca settles the woman comfortably on 
  the bunk, slipping a convenient pillow beneath her head.

Corinth sighs contentedly as she slumps over into the bed. "Thanks," she 
  manages to mutter, patting the furry paw haphazardly, eyes still closed.

"Guess... she c'n... sleep there," Han says, speaking very slowly, and looking 
  more than a little surprised at himself. "Chewie...?"

His piercing blue eyes raising to the non-hazel of his friends, Chewie cocks 
  his head curiously, wondering what is on the Corellian's mind. "Yeah 
  partner, what is it?"

There is no more sound from the bunk as the girl quickly loses consciousness. 
  But it is obvious as to what she's dreaming about from the goofy grin on her 
  motionless face.

The fiery heat within Han has made it up to his head now... and from there, it 
  has begun to flood through his entire body, or at least, so it feels. 
  Something about this demands commentary, though, and the Corellian lifts a 
  hand, intending to point a scolding finger at the Wookiee. It takes him a 
  moment to make his digits do what he wants them to, but once he does, he 
  says blurrily, "Dammit, Chewie... I'm drunk...!"

Standing slowly, the lanky floor mat shuffles over, noting that not only is 
  his partner drunk, but also balance impaired. He catches Han under both arms 
  and hauls him over and into a chair. "Beat ya," he worfles smugly.

"Jus'... jus' cause I ain't had anything in six months," mumbles Solo 
  indignantly, leaning over hard into his friend's furry embrace. "Head start."

Taking a moment to just hold his friend close for a moment, Chewie drops his 
  muzzle to the top of Han's mussed hair, offering up a quick prayer of thanks 
  for the Corellian's safe return to him. "That's right," he rowls amiably, "I 
  took advantage of you ... I'm no better than some cheap Corellian smuggler 
  in a stripper's bar," he jibes, remembering a time on Gralthar, many many 
  years ago.

Han's head slumps against that furry chest, and he considers dimly through the 
  fire in his head that he feels marvellously comfortable. "Rem... 'mind me to 
  belt yah one... when I wake up," he murmurs.

A growfling laugh reverberates through the shaggy coat. "Sure thing." Bending 
  over, Chewie lifts Han up easily, carrying him to his personal quarters, 
  shouldering the door panel and depositing the Corellian there gently.

His frame barely a hindrance to the Wookiee's great strength, Han lolls in his 
  grasp; placed down on his slim little bunk, he lets out a breathy, contented 
  sigh, years dropping off his features as he slips effortlessly, urged on by 
  that warmth in his head, down into slumber.

The Wookiee watches the years drop away in seconds, ruffling the hair one last 
  time now that the Corellian is helpless to fight him off. "Sleep Han, 
  partner, friend, soul-brother, bond-brother ... I'll be here for you 
  always," he wurfs softly, brushing a surprisingly gentle paw across Solo's 
  brow. Limping to the doorway, he looks back at the man for another grateful 
  moment before heading out to the ship ... after all, he as a lot of work to 
  do before Han wakes up. Looking about the ship, Chewie considers the 
  possibility that it might be more than one night's worth of drunken 
  sleeping. Staring down at the sublights, the Wookiee cocks his head 
  thoughtfully. _Yep, this looks like a two night job at least. Good thing I 
  bought some extra bottles ...._

[End log.]