Log Date:
	4/29/97

Log Cast:
	Admiral Ackbar, NPC guards on the Solo suite, Han Solo

Log Intro:
	It's been a few days since Han Solo has been recovered into the
safety of the NR by the efforts of Winter and Lando; now home on Calamari
with his wife, however, Solo has holed up in the suite he shares with
Princess Leia, and has been showing signs of being deeply troubled,
as well as extremely irritable. He has shouted at General Beaubous
Calhoun and Captain Gabrielle Veran during a concerned visit of theirs
to the Solo suite; Han has come close to shouting at Lando Calrissian,
too, for bringing him news of an impending mission to Bespin... and
dropping hints that Solo might be needed to come along. It is with a
vindictive glee that Han has shut down and kept shut down the prattling
golden protocol droid See Threepio, as well... and so far, only Leia has
been able to soften her husband's mood, watching in silent worry as
he exists on fretful, dream-filled snatches of sleep, and seems unable
to do anything except... mope, a verb one would normally not consider
to be in the personal lexicon of Han Solo.
	Then, however, another visitor comes to the Solo suite....

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The two young guards at the door straighten promptly at the sight of Admiral 
  Ackbar, and they bark out in crisp if startled unison, "Sir!" It's a pair of 
  humans tonight, one female, one male, both looking _quite_ daunted.

Ackbar nods towards the guards. "Are the Solos in?"

The female of the pair of guards says tentatively, "They're in, sir, but, 
  well.. Her Highness has left standing orders that she and General Solo are 
  not to be disturbed..."

The other young guard puts in, "Unless it's an emergency, sir." He and his 
  companion exchange uneasy glances, perhaps implying that these orders have 
  been recently violated with less than pleasant results.

Ackbar nods, considering. 'I see. Very well, when they come out 
  again let them know I stopped by.

The pair bobs their heads in unison. "We will, sir," promises the female 
  ensign.

The male, a junior lieutenant, glances unsurely over his shoulder to the closed 
  door, looking troubled, but he too chimes in his assurances to the Admiral.

Ackbar tilts hish ead. "Is something the matter, lieutenant?"

The lieutenant hastily attempts to arrange his features into a 'all's well' 
  expression, but his gaze _is_ worried, and he can't hide that. "We, uh... 
  we're just a bit concerned about General Solo, sir..." Aghast, the ensign 
  nudges the lieutenant and hisses a protest -- evidently 
  these two guards are good friends -- but the lieutenant flicks her back a 
  'no, blast it, let me speak' look before adding to Ackbar, "I mean, if you 
  really need to see him, we could key through the door so the buzzer will 
  sound in there... General Solo ordered us to turn it off."'.

Ackbar considers, then nods. "Open the door, Lieutenant. Then make an entry in 
  the log that I authorized it."

That might be relief in the face of the lieutenant -- and more reluctant but 
  no less honest relief in the features of the young ensign, too. "Yes sir," 
  the lieutenant replies quickly, turning to key in the entry code.

[And, within....]

Ackbar enters the suite from outside.
Ackbar has arrived.
Ackbar walks into the suite, looking around. "Captain Solo?"
Ackbar looks at you for a moment.

Han_Solo can be spied lying on the semi-circular couch, behind which stands a 
  deactivated See Threepio; Solo, the moment the door slides open, surges up 
  into a sitting position, beginning to bark, "Dammit, I thought I told you 
  pups not to let anybody--" Then he blinks, registering who actually's 
  entered the room. "Admiral," he finishes in a blurt.

Ackbar nods. "You did order the guards not to let anybody in, Captain. I 
  ordered them otherwise. If you wish to blame someone, you ma blame me."

Han_Solo rises, warily, as though coming up out of a defensive crouch. "You... 
  need something, sir?" he asks, with just a hint of tension to his tone.

Ackbar shakes his head. "Not really, Captain. I was just stopping by to see 
  how things were. I've perused the reports on the incidents in the Tatooine 
  system."

"Leia's resting," Solo replies promptly, though that underlying tension leaves 
  neither his face nor his frame.

Ackbar nods, considering. "And you, Captain?"

Han_Solo's voice roughens, ever so slightly, as he immediately replies, "I'm 
  doin' alright."

Ackbar hmmms. "Are you certain?"

Dark eyebrows draw together over hazel eyes, and Han Solo subtly stiffens. His 
  voice doesn't change, though, as he answers steadily, "Doin' just fine, sir."

Ackbar ahhhhs. He consides for a moment. "Captain. I wished to offer you my 
  condolences for the loss of your co-pilot."

Solo's frame not only tautens a little further, but actually shakes -- at 
  least a little at his shoulders -- for an instant. In that same instant, 
  deep anxiety flashes across the man's eyes, before he composes himself. 
  "I'm...", he begins, and his voice has grown rougher yet, "given to 
  understand... Chewbacca's whereabouts are... unknown. Sir."

Ackbar sighs quietly. "Then you don't know, Captain?"

Solo's face goes extremely still. "Know what?"

Ackbar sighs quietly. "The Deliverance picked up this telemetry from his 
  Y-wing as it went down.", he sys, handing you a datapad. "It indicates that 
  his Y-wing exploded approximately one half km from the planet's surface."

For a long moment, Solo does not appear to have comprehended Ackbar's words; 
  then, mutely, his gaze drops to the datapad, as he watches his hand lift as 
  if of its own volition to take it.

Ackbar watches you quietly. Finally. "I'm sorry, Captain.."

The wary mask slips off the Corellian's face, and as it goes, Solo begins to 
  look as though he's just been knifed in the gut. His eyes grow suspiciously 
  liquid, and his features twist slightly in all too apparent pain. He still 
  does not speak; with an almost mechanical motion, he punches a key on the 
  datapad, bringing up the report. And then, he simply stares at it.

Ackbar looks down at the floor. "I'm sorry, Captain, there was nothing Admiral 
  Mandragon could have done."

Solo swallows, hard, and finally rasps out hoarsely, "... yeah." His gaze, 
  stricken, remains fixed on the datapad's display.

Ackbar sighs quietly. "Is there anything I can do for you, Captain? Anything?"

"'Mallright," Solo mumbles, but clearly by reflex, still staring at the 
  datapad's little screen -- and just as clearly, not seeing anything else in 
  the room.

Ackbar takes in a deep breath, then releases it. "No, Captain, you are not."

Solo doesn't lift his head, nor does he seem to be able to speak. He simply 
  keeps staring at the datapad in his hand, his expression heartsick.

Ackbar sighs quietly, taking a step back and moving out of the room very 
  quietly. As the door shuts, he says to the Lieutenant. "Lieutenant, may I 
  talk to you privately for a moment?"

"Sir?" The lieutenant answers, by way of 'of course'. The ensign on duty with 
  him straightens, attentively.

Ackbar nods, leading him into an alcove. "Lieutenant, I want you to keep a 
  very close eye on Captain Solo. And I want you to start reporting directly 
  to me on his condition, and I want you to keep it as quiet as possible. Is 
  that clear?"

The young officer swallows a little, but quickly nods. "Yes, sir."

Ackbar pulls out a datapad. "This is the private number to the suite I'm using 
  while on Calamari. Use this number."

"Acknowledged, sir," the lieutenant says very quietly. 

Ackbar nods. "And Liuetenant, I expect this conversation to be kept a total 
  secret. Your career depends on it, have I made myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, sir," the lieutenant murmurs, almost inaudibly, his youthful 
  blue eyes relaying the nervousness of beginning to understand the meaning of 
  such a statement when delivered from someone so far up the command chain, 
  directly to _him_.

Ackbar nods quietly. "Good, I was sure that I could count on you Lieutenant, 
  and I imagine that the Solos can as well. Am I right?"

Straightening, the lieutenant salutes smartly, solemnly. "You're right, sir."

Ackbar straightens as well, saluting back. "Very well. Get back to work, then."

The young lieutenant obeys, hastening quickly back to his post and his fellow 
  guard.

[End log.]