Log Date:
	4/23/97

Log Cast:
	Han Solo, Lando

Log Intro:
	Han Solo has finally been returned to his wife, Princess Leia --
only to discover upon arrival on Calamari that Leia has collapsed from
exhaustion and strain. Having barged into the hospital room in which
Leia is resting, the Corellian has planted himself at the Princess's
bedside and refused to budge. But he has yet to really have it sink in
that he is home and safe... and moreover, Han is still deeply worried over
Chewbacca and the _Millenium Falcon_, since both the Wookiee and their 
beloved ship remain unaccounted for. And he's worried, too, over some
other things he hasn't managed to admit to himself quite yet....

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Still wrapped in the blanket Winter draped across his shoulders, Han remains 
  uncomfortably slumped in the chair he's shoved to Leia's bedside. The 
  Corellian's head is tilted at an angle that suggests he's going to have an 
  awful crick in his neck when he wakes up, and his features twitch slightly 
  every so often. His mouth moves restlessly, though no sound escapes him.

The door opens slowly, quietly. Lando takes a long stride into the room then 
  pauses turning to look at an attendant. He holds a hand up defensively, 
  "Look it's ok really. I know the princess, she wouldn't mind me being here." 
  He turns his head, looking into the room, "See there's Han, my friend." He 
  says motioning to man sleeping in the chair. He waves a hand dismissively at 
  the attendant, "We'll be okay, why don't you go soak in a bacta tank or 
  something."

Frowning, the attendant says sharply, "If the Princess's rest is disturbed, 
  sir--"

Han_Solo's head jerks, and he mutters something unintelligible. The attendant 
  at the door adds, "General Solo, for that matter, ought to be in bed as 
  well."

Lando replies quick, "Then I'll have hell to pay." He lets out a frustrated 
  sigh, "Look, the longer you stay here arguing with me the more likely we are 
  to disturb her." He waves the attendant away, "Now why don't you go back to 
  your post and leave me here with my friends."

Clearly not liking this, the attendant takes one more worried look at the 
  slumbering Princess and the fretfully twitching man seated next to her bed, 
  then says in a low, stern tone, "Please do not wake the Princess if you can 
  help it, sir." With that, the attendant slips out.

Lando flashes a triumphant grin and nods, "I wouldn't dream of disturbing the 
  Princess." With that he turns away from the attendant and strides deeper 
  into the room. He takes a nearby chair and at a near distance in front of 
  Solo. He sits down and smiles warmly before leaning over and tapping Solo's 
  knee, "Han, buddy, you awake?"

Han_Solo jerks more noticeably, eyes flying open, unseeingly. "Wh--"

Lando grins smuggly and chuckles softly, "Good, you're awake." He leans back 
  into the chair and brings one foot up, resting the ankle on the knee, "How 
  you holding up you old pirate? You look worse than when we rescued you from 
  Tatooine, either time."

Han_Solo blinks, twice, before he finally seems to register Lando's presence 
  in the room. Once he does, he sits stiffly up in the chair, rubbing at the 
  back of his neck. A wisp of his usual crooked grin crosses his face and he 
  answers dismissively, "I'm fine, I'm fine... helluva lot better now than I 
  was, pal."

Lando lets out a long chuckle and takes a good long look at the chair your 
  sleeping in, "That chair can't be much for comfortable than that cell, but 
  the company is much more pleasant." He says gazing warmly at Leia, "How's 
  she doing?"

Han_Solo rubs the back of his hand across his eyes before turning his regard 
  to Leia; Solo's expression abruptly softens, and he mumbles anxiously, "She 
  collapsed." There's a suspicious undertone of 'it's my fault' to that short 
  statement.

Lando turns back to you grinning amicably, "Well she's been under a lot of 
  stress recently. What with Luke's ordeal with that Dark lord and then you 
  dissappearing, you had us all worried sick buddy, what the hell happend?"

Han scowls, still watching Leia, studying her sleeping face as though he's 
  forgotten what it looked like and needs to imprint it anew in his memory. "A 
  bad idea that backfired," he says gruffly.

Lando turns to look at Leia, then looks back up to you with a friendly 
  reassuring gaze, "She's gonna be alright Han. She's a very strong woman she 
  just needs some rest. And so do you, why don't you ask for the attendants to 
  put another bed in here for you?"

His brow crinkling, Han says grumpily, "I'm _fine_, don't need no bed."

Lando lets out a prolonged chuckle and grins slyly at you, "Whatever you say 
  buddy. After all, who am I to argue against logic like that." He reaches 
  into a pocket and makes a curious face, "What the?" He pulls out a deck of 
  Sabacc cards and looks at you with mock bewilderment, "How'd those bet in 
  there? Well as long as you're awake what's say we play hand or two for old 
  times sake? How the Falcon holding up by the way?" He asks with a playfull 
  wink.

Han_Solo glances at the sabacc deck and starts to half-smile... but the 
  mention of the _Falcon_ suddenly makes the expession falter off his face. 
  For a moment, the Corellian looks as though he's been socked in the gut.
Han_Solo tries for another half-smile and doesn't quite make it. When he 
  finally speaks, it's with an oddly defeated tone. "Ain't got her, Lando."

Lando peers warily at the Corellian a small scowl crosses his face, "What have 
  done with my ship this time you old scoundrel?"

For once, Han does not rise to the bait; he does not flash a guileless grin or 
  a protestation of innocence. His hazel gaze fastens somewhere on the far 
  wall, and he mutters, "Last I checked... the Authority locked her up... 
  after they got me."

Lando shakes his head and lets out a small laugh, shuffling the Sabacc deck in 
  his deft hands, "Well at least you're moving up in the world. At first you 
  had to bit crime lords like Ploovo-two-for-one after you then Jabba and his 
  bounty hunters, now you're up to full fledged foriegn governments."

"They locked up the _Falcon_, Lando," Han says bleakly. "And... Chewie's 
  missin'." He lifts his gaze to his friend at last, expression 
  uncharacteristically pleading, though he doesn't actually _ask_ if 
  Calrissian has seen the Wookiee.

Lando takes the entire deck in one hand and extends it toward you, waiting for 
  you to cut it. He flash a small, yet bright smile, "Hey, I'm sure Chewie's 
  okay. He knows how to take care of himself. He's been taking care of both of 
  you for the longest time hasn't he?"

"I'm... just kinda worried about him," Han mumbles uneasily. He reaches 
  without really looking to cut the deck, as though his hand does it of its 
  own volition with no direction from his brain.

Lando nods and takes the deck back, placing it on Leia's bed, "I am too, but 
  I'm sure Chewie's okay, he's been in some pretty tough spots and come away 
  without a scratch." He stands and walks towards a nearby table, picking it 
  up and placing it bewteen your chair and his. He takes the deck and places 
  it on the center of the table, "We can start searching for him as soon as 
  you get your strength back. So, you wanna deal or should I?"
Lando looks at you for a moment.

"I'm fine," Han mutters again, obstinately. Again as if he's not really paying 
  attention to the actions of his own hands, he moves to deal out the cards.

"You really need some rest Han, you've been through quite a bit recently." He 
  looks over his cards, face sets into a wry grin, and he tosses two cards 
  back towards the pile, "Besides, I'm not taking you anywhere until you 
  regain some coherancy. Granted you didn't have much to start with, but the 
  last thing I need is an old, decrepided pirate stumbling everywhere and 
  drawing entirely too much attention to himself."

Han_Solo's face closes off, and he does not meet his friend's eyes over the 
  cards. "Yeah, so well... maybe you better just go without me," he mutters 
  brusquely. Then, glancing at Leia's still-slumbering form, he adds just a 
  _shade_ too rapidly, "Besides... Leia needs me. I gotta stay with her."

"Well in your current state, you're not doing her or anyone else any good." He 
  says with a hint of frustration. He takes two cards from the deck and looks 
  up at you, "Read 'em and weep pal, Idiot's Array." He says exposing his 
  cards.

Han_Solo barks, "I _said_ I'm fine, okay?" He scowls at Lando, then at the 
  cards, then at his own hand. Annoyedly, he mutters an oath, and two things 
  are readily apparent -- one, that his hand is clearly inferior, and two, 
  that it's not occurring to him to try to bluff his way out of it.

Lando smirks slightly and tosses his hand back to the middle of the table, 
  "Well you look like you were just excreted by a Bantha and you don't smell 
  much better either." He claims with an impish grin.

"Yeah, well, so I didn't have a chance to stop at the refresher, didn't seem 
  too damned important when I heard my wife had collapsed," Han snaps 
  irritably, automatically reaching to deal the cards again.

Lando rolls his eyes and watches you shuffle the cards with a scrutinizing 
  eye, "I can't wait to see that happy reunion. Leia wakes up tomorrow morning, 
  you catch a slight glimpse of her and reach out for her before collapsing 
  yourself. You need some rest Han, if not for yourself, do it for Leia."

Inevitably, Solo's gaze creeps back to the sleeping woman, even as he 
  grumbles, "She was awake when I got here." Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle. 
  Shuffle.

Lando peers warily at your hands as they sift through the deck, "Well she's 
  not now, maybe you take this time to relax and rest a bit." He leans up 
  closer scowling slightly at you, "Don't even think about putting an Ace in 
  your vest pocket like you did the night you stole the Falcon from me."

Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle. Shuffle. "Won 'er fair and square," Han answers, 
  but both his words and his shuffling seem strangely mechanical. And the 
  slight wince that tugs at his features at the mention of the ship is 
  unmistakable.

Lando leers at that comment, "Yeah, fair and square and I'm sure the Empire 
  are really a group of misunderstood individuals who only want what's good 
  for the galaxy."

Han_Solo smirks, but his eyes are absent as he keeps shuffling the cards. 
  "Guess they thought lockin' me up was for the good of the galaxy," he 
  mutters.

Lando grins devilishly and remarks, "Well there are times when I would be 
  inclined to agree." He motions to the cards being shuffled, "Do you plan to 
  deal those out or are we just going to sit here all night while you fiddle 
  with them?"

Han_Solo starts. "Oh... " He frowns at his hands, then starts dealing out 
  cards between himself and his friend.

Lando glances at his cards then back at his friend. His Sabacc face has been 
  replaced by a look of obvious concern, "So what are you going to do now 
  buddy? Sit around and wait for her to wake up? Then what?" He picks out a 
  card and tosses out.

"I..." Han's expression falters again, before he sets it anew and mutters, "I 
  gotta stay with her. Leia needs me. Just... gotta stay with her a while...."

Lando nods and places his cards face down on the table, "I understand Han, but 
  do her and me a favor, get some rest. I'm gonna make the attendants bring 
  another bed in here, push it up next to hers if you want, just get some 
  rest." He stand and places the chair up against a wall and turns back 
  towards you, "We'll find Chewie buddy and I'll help you get the Falcon back 
  but all in due time."

Han frowns, blinking at you and then at the cards as if not quite grasping why 
  you've suddenly changed your mind about the game.

"It's good to have you back pal, even if you're only physically here." Lando 
  says, patting you on the shoulder, "I'll have the attendants wheel the bed 
  as soon as I leave. I'll come back and see you tomorrow, who knows if you're 
  good I just might be able to sneek in a couple of pints of Corellian ale 
  with me."

Solo smiles feebly, and it doesn't reach his eyes. Deprived of the distraction 
  of the sabacc cards, his attention snaps back to his sleeping wife, and it's 
  perhaps doubtful whether he registered your words, even the word 'ale'.

Lando looks down at you and smiles warmly. He nods briefly and starts towards 
  the door. He pauses before it and turns back with a sly smile, "I'll send a 
  change of clothes over too. Those look like the got trampled on by a Bantha."

Han grunts something vague in reply, planting himself back in the chair by 
  Leia's bed, and reaching to her to stroke her shoulder. There is something 
  oddly tentative in his motion, as if he doesn't quite believe she's really 
  there.

[End log.]