Log Date:
	4/16/97

Log Cast:
	Blink, Han Solo, Vox, Dane Noth

Log Intro:
	Han Solo has not been an amused man; for the past several days he
has been subject to the, uh, non-voluntary hospitality of Grathix and the
V'ez-tcha, in the luxury suite of the Twin Suns Hotel. Grathix has kept
Han in the dark as to his intentions -- saying only that he's disappointed
that Solo never showed for their intended rendezvous for a Kessel Run --
and leaving the Corellian to recover from the injuries inflicted on him
during his Imperial imprisonment. But Solo has remained under heavy guard,
and thus, with nothing to do except fret, rest, sleep, eat, and glare
at the sentries at his door, he has gotten increasingly restless and
irritable... and fed up with the idea of being imprisoned.
	Grathix has appointed Vox to the task of overseeing the prisoner,
and the young man has attempted to be friendly to Solo, even going so far
as to answer Han's sarcastic request for a holovid by bringing him one.
Refusing to be friendly to anyone who cannot immediately get him free,
the Corellian has not allowed Vox's overtures to mellow him, and has
continued to fire his nervous restlessness into higher and higher gear....

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Blink walks in, as if wanting to see if He's realy here for herself...she 
  looks about until she spots you.. then smiles slightly

Blink
An elegant looking Twi'lek women is before you. Her deep red eyes glance 
  around the room, taking in everything. Dressed entirely in a body suit 
  entwined in long lengths of thin black leather. In fact, that seems to make 
  up all of her clouthing. It twines up her legs stomach and breasts, 
  concealing more than it reveals. Nothing to the imagination. Rich designes 
  have been sewn into the back, and designs woven into the front depicting 
  Twi'lek symbols. She wears a sword sheathed in more leather to her back, 
  with conviently placed daggers about her person. A blaster hangs at her 
  side. Her skin is a smooth rich cream color of white, and she smiles at you 
  when she sees you looking. Strange, for one so well armed, her manerism is 
  that of a more reserved women.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Sword 
=> MB-450 Sporting Blaster 

The prisoner might be spotted curled up on the wide bed in his room.... and if 
  the fitful way his head is tossing back and forth on the pillows is any 
  indication, he is asleep, but not very easily. The bed around him is 
  disheveled, as though he's been fretting in slumber rather vehemently.

Blink watches you for a moment, takeing in hyour appearence, before picking 
  her way over towards the bed. "Captian Solo, you have a visitor" she says in 
  a silky smooth voice. A chair sets down a bit beside your cot, and she slips 
  into it.

Solo is rather haggard of appearance, it might be noted; he is thinner than he 
  should be, and paler, with fading signs of bruises along the right side of 
  his face. He does not rouse when you speak, save to mumble thickly, 
  "Don't.... know what you want...."

Blink mms.."Perhaps I can lift your spirts some.." she murmers, and moves back 
  toward the door. After a few moment, she returns with a small stand..food 
  sitting atop it. "Please, do sit up and eat. This is much better I'd 
  imagine than what they have been feeding you. You look like hell"

With a strangled little cry, Solo abruptly jerks awake -- or at least, his 
  eyes snap open, and he half-sits up, braced unsteadily on his elbows, before 
  in the next instant registering his surroundings. Hazel gaze snapping around 
  to the newcomer in the room, he croaks, "You..."

Blink sighs, "Yes me, now sit up here and eat your food, before I have those 
  gards prop your mouth open" she sets the silverware about, obviously just a 
  slight bit nervouse around you.."It might not be any of my concern as to why 
  your here, but I'll see that your well treated.."

Vox has arrived.
Vox comes down the stairs slowly pausing to observe the occupant(s).

Han_Solo's eyes narrow, and, stiffly, he sits up on the disheveled bed, 
  staring warily at the Twi'lek and the food she's setting out. "Been gettin' 
  treated.... well enough, for this bein' a prison," he says, roughly.

Vox frowns as he notes the food.

Blink glances to vox, but generaly ignores him. She offers a plesent smile in 
  return to your snarl.."my, such plesent dinner manners..I'm supriesed the 
  ldies just fall on there heads for you"

"Left my manners in my other pants, sweetheart," Solo retorts, making no move 
  yet for the dishes arranged before him, though he does cast a wary hazel 
  glance at them.

Blink ahhs..slowly, smileing a bit more. "Thats too bad, I was hopeing to 
  experience that old corillian with you toss about so fluently.." she settles 
  down into her chair, still watching you

Vox speaks out loud apparently to Solo,"Was the food I had provided for you 
  insufficient?"
Vox glances to Blink,"Or have I simply been usurped by someone friendlier?"

Blink looks to Vox, then shrugs slightly.."This is better taisting." she 
  smiles slightly

Han_Solo's gaze flicks sideways to his guard, and he smirks. "I wasn't aware I 
  had a choice in the matter, kid," he barks. Then, eying Blink, the Corellian 
  adds, "She was here when I... woke up."

Blink looks back to solo.."I took the liberty apon myself..so please, eat." 
  she motionsto the food

Vox smiles almost sweetly,"In regards to everything, with the possible 
  exception of your quarters, you are a guest and the guest , to coin a 
  phrase,'always right'."

Han_Solo eyes the food again, then, still glowering, makes his way to the edge 
  of the bed. There he sits, hair and shirt rumpled by his apparently troubled 
  slumber, as he starts critically inspecting the offered meal. This and that 
  item is tasted before he sets to eating, methodically, something about his 
  pace suggesting he's deliberately forcing himself to chew things slowly. 
  Solo does _not_ offer any thanks, but there just might be spotted a glint of 
  relief in his face before he viciously squelches it.

Blink sits quietly, not seeming to be wanting any thanks. The food is good, 
  and theres alot of it. with a turn of her head,she looks to Vox, thenback to 
  solo..watching him eat..."Is it exseptable?"

"Best prison food I ever ate," Solo drawls sarcastically between swallows.

Vox turns on heel apparently irritated and moves noisily back up the stares.
Vox has left.

Blink smiles slightly, and shakes her head a bit.."be thankfull ye have it, is 
  all I can say.."
Blink says, "I'm friends of your friends..even though not so much with you"

Han_Solo reaches for the glass, sniffs warily at the contents before 
  determining that all it holds is water, which he gulps at before growling, 
  "'Fraid I left my gratitude in the other pants with my manners. You want 
  thanks, get me outta here."

Blink mmms.."Wish I could do that, but I can't..." she sighs quietly. "If it 
  were up to me, yes, but I don't run the V'ez-tcha, as you can clearly see"

"We all got our problems, don't we?" says Solo, starting in on the soup, his 
  motions _just_ on the edge of being _too_ fast.

Blink raises an eyebrow slightly.."You seem to have had a rough timeof it 
  lately..were were you before you cameto be with..us

"Palanhi," replies the Corellian curtly, in between spoonfuls of soup. He 
  might be forcing himself to eat slowly, but for all of that, he steadily 
  makes his way through the food -- and might be seen to take down every crumb 
  and drop he can.

Blink watches you seemingly inhale the food.."Your amazeing.." she murmers, 
  and then nods, "Ah..you don't seem to be in all that good condition, when I 
  first saw you." she motuons, "Some more?"

Solo sits back at last, ungracefully wiping shis sleeve across his face, and 
  says blandly, "It'll do for now."

Blink shrugs, "Ahh, I see.." she remarks simply

The Corellian just smirks, gets heavily to his feet, and limps off across the 
  room to the open door of the privy. His movements attract the eyes of the 
  two guards, and Solo smirks at them, too, before ducking into the privy long 
  enough to run water and splash it on his face. He emerges looking somewhat 
  more himself, and limps back towards his visitor, before finally sinking 
  into one of the plush chairs.

Blink watches you as you move..her eyes never leaveing you, it sems. 
  "So..tellme. Despite circomstances here pending, how are you doing?

Utterly deadpan, Solo replies, while lying back in the chair he's 
  commandeered, "I'm just peachy. Why?"

Blink laughs lightly.."Just curious.." she crosses her legs, falling silent 
  again

Evidently, Solo is not very inclined to indulge your curiosity; nor would it 
  seem is he very inclined towards conversation. His head tilts back slightly 
  against the top of the chair's back, as surreptitiously as he can manage it, 
  as though he might need the support but is pretending not to. "Never seen an 
  invalid before or somethin'?" he demands testily.

Blink humfs.."Nope..specialy not you.." she smiles,and riises.."Well, It 
  was..interesting. I hope your feeling better, but I must be off to my duties.

Han_Solo smirks without looking up. "Don't skip a meeting on my account, 
  darlin'."

Blink smiles lightly.."I call my own meetings, dear..they wait for me, here 
  these days." she winks, and turns with a sway of herhips, and moves outside
Blink has left.

[And not very long after Blink's departure....]

Vox has arrived.
Vox comes out of the shadows of the stairwell,"So would you prefer a change 
  of host to hostess Mr. Solo?"

Han_Solo, still sitting in the chair he'd claimed since Blink's departure, 
  does not lift his head off the chair back's top edge. He does growl, 
  however, "I ain't feelin' any more sociable to you than her, kid, so if 
  you're lookin' for witty conversation find yourself another Corellian."

Vox shrugs moving towards the bed,"I don't require wit mr. Solo. I do require 
  an answer to my question."

Han_Solo snorts. "What I _prefer_ is to be the hells outta here. Next 
  question?"

Vox plops down on the bed,"I begin to feel I wouldn't mind that so much 
  either. But that is not an option at the moment."

"You ain't the one who'll get shot if you step outta this room, kid," Solo 
  drawls.

Vox responds calmly,"I may not be shot simply for walkingout of here Mr. Solo, 
  but were I to leave you and this planet to do as I wished I would certainly 
  be hunted down. So we are not as different as you might think. My bonds 
  simply put are unspoken."

Han_Solo still doesn't look up, nor does he open his eyes; with them closed, 
  veiling off that sharp hazel regard, he looks slightly more worn of feature, 
  slightly more exhausted. "You'll hafta pardon me if I don't cry."

Vox smiles,"As long as you pardon me for not crying for you. I don't see why 
  you wish to leave immediately anyway. You are well cared for and have 
  significant healing to do. You certainly wouldn't be off downing galactic 
  empires in your current condition."

Han_Solo slits open one eye, and snaps, "Don't care how lavish a jail this is, 
  kid, it's _still_ a jail. You got a problem understandin' why anybody would 
  hate a jail, maybe you oughtta ask Cheerful and Sunny over there to toss you 
  into a cell and not let you out for six months."

Vox frowns and returns quietly,"I admit, to lacking the knowledge and 
  experience of years. But I'm simply being practical. I'm sorry if I bothered 
  you."

Han_Solo's other eye snaps open, and his drawn face goes angrily white. 
  "_Bothered_?!" he roars, making the pair of guards by the door jerk into 
  attention, though the Corellian pays them no mind as he shouts, "You better 
  frekkin' _believe_ I'm bothered, kid! This is the third gods-damned prison 
  I've been in in the last six months! My best friend damned near got himself 
  killed trying to bust me out of the first one, a gal's probably put her 
  whole family at risk bustin' me out of the second, and _then_, _then_, when 
  I see my wife for the first time in half a _year_, _your boss_ comes and 
  tells me he wants me to do a frekkin' Kessel Run when my frekkin' _ship_ is 
  _still_ impounded and probably sold off for _scrap_ by now, and that if I 
  _don't_ do it he'll sic a few more of his charming friends on me and 
  everybody I care about!" In the middle of this explosion, Solo surges to his 
  feet, and finishes, thrusting his right forefinger out at you as though he's 
  lecturing an errant child, sharply punctating his rant, "And _you_ expect me 
  to not be _BOTHERED_!"

Vox stares up at you his eyes watching, uncaring, unjudging,"Mr. Solo, I said 
  I was sorry if I bothered you. I expect you are very disturbed by some of 
  the things that occur in your life. BUT I also expect that when I ask you a 
  question you will give me an answer. Obviously you fail to live up to those 
  expectations. Now I begin to wonder what to expect, :" Vox rises to his 
  feet,"If are quite satisifeid with your venting, I will leave you , if 
  however you wish to continue this conversation in another vein or are not 
  finished, then by all means continue."

Han_Solo snarls, "Go kiss a Hutt, junior -- I ain't gonna sit and play Twenty 
  Questions with a prison warden, and I don't frekkin' care how fancy the 
  prison is! You want me to be friendly-like, get me the hell outta.... 
  here..." Clearly working himself up for another explosive tirade, Solo then 
  rather abruptly turns whiter, and his voice trails off with a harsh little 
  cough. He clamps his eyes hut, and staggers, fumbling backwards with his 
  right hand for the chair behind him.

Vox stares at Solo for a long while silently,""Why is it you insist on 
  bringing up the quality of the prison?" Vox waves his hands around,"We could 
  place you in a normal room int he hotel I'm sure." Vox turns away from 
  Solo,"And as for the questions , I'm merely trying to keep myself 
  entertained. I'm trying to get out of this job but I appear to have been 
  relegated to busy work for some of my less popular actions. Would you prefer 
  I simply had you locked up and did not allow you company except delivery of 
  food and water by way of guards?"

Han_Solo sits down hard on the chair, gripping its arms with hands whose 
  knuckles have gone white, and for the tiniest fraction of an instant, his 
  arms might be seen to shake. "At least... it'd be a more... honest prison," 
  Solo barks out hoarsely, his head bowed a little; he is no longer looking at 
  you.

Vox smiles lamost victoriously,"So your anger really stems from lack of 
  complaint. I mean of course if you had your family and friends here there 
  would be no complaint. But other than that and your ship, you don't really 
  have a complaint here?"

"Aside from the lack of _freedom_," Solo growls, slumping back in the chair, 
  his eyes still clenched shut, his face colorless, "yeah, kid, the place is 
  paradise. Happy now?"

Vox sits back down,"I'm happy that you're being truthful with yourself. I 
  don't particularly take pleasure in it but I don't understand why people try 
  to create dissatisfaction where there is none. " Vox glances to the guard 
  and says,"You may go upstairs until further notce."

The guards glance to each other and confer briefly before finally heading up 
  the stairs leaving the rooms two occupants alone.

Han_Solo doesn't bother to answer that. He sits there for a few moments, head 
  tilted back, as he waits for his unsteady pulse to settle down again.

Vox remains seated on the bed waiting patiently for Solo to recover his 
  breath...

Han_Solo finally, snorts and says gruffly, "You're still missin' the point, 
  kid, I'm gonna _stay_ dissatisfied until I'm _outta_ here, so if I'm 
  bruisin' your sentiments by not bein' a gracious guest, well, I'm afraid 
  you're just gonna hafta live with it." He doesn't shift position on the 
  chair, though by now, some measure of color has returned to his face.

Vox smiles again speaking with a bit of composure, "Good, then you stay 
  dissatisfied and I'll stay bored out of my mind. Now that we've agreed to 
  that is there perhaps something else we could distract ourselves with?"

Tiredly, though with undiminished sarcasm, the Corellian slumped in the chair 
  almost... laughs. "Bored, huh? Well, join the club. I'd get up and tap 
  dance, but havin' a knife stabbed through your foot tends to discourage 
  dancin' skills."

Vox chuckles, "I wouldn't know, I've never danced."

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Interlude:

	_Damn it. Hate this hate this hate this..._
	Aware that he didn't have the strength to clobber his young guard Vox
with anything resembling respectable speed, Solo sat glowering and fuming in
the chair he'd claimed, and put every ounce of his energy into remembering
how many curses he could think of in how many languages. Vox made further
overtures to try to distract him, but Han wanted none of it -- to accept
such overtures from the kid would be giving in to the enemy and Han's mood
about his ongoing imprisonment was _not_ improved by Vox's attempts to
make it easier on him.
	He didn't want it to be easier. He wanted it to send him into a
fine wrathful fury, the kind that put an edge to his reflexes and intuition,
and furthermore, he wanted to stop being so frekkin' _tired_ so he could
give a break out of this place the attention it deserved.
	And he wanted to sleep...
	_Well, you ain't sleeping, Solo, live with it!_
	Maybe he'd sleep better if he could just get back to Leia...
	Damn it!
	His mood only blackened further at every word Vox tried to speak to
him, and eventually, the young man left. Fuming, Solo considered bodily
chasing the kid out of the room himself... and fumed all the more when he
remembered the scrutiny of the guards.
	And then, later....

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Dane_Noth has arrived.
Dane_Noth looks at you for a moment.
Dane_Noth walks in and glances around cautiously

The room is quiet enough; two stoic-eyed underlings are manning the door, and 
  the prisoner is slumped in one of the plush chairs, eyes closed, either 
  asleep or deep in thought.

Dane_Noth stands by the door for several minutes, helmeted visage fixed on the 
  prisoner.

If the tight, disgruntled expression on the face of the Corellian captive is 
  any indication, Solo's mood is not particularly pleasant. Sitting where he 
  does with the chair half-turned away from the door, he seems almost 
  uninterested in the guards -- or anyone else -- who might happen to enter 
  the suite; he simply sits there in the chair, eyes closed, looking rather 
  distinctly as though he might be fighting off a migraine.

Dane_Noth reaches into a belt pouch and produces a small container. One handed 
  he tosses it into the prisoners lap.

Dane_Noth        
                Standing 6'4" this armor clad humandoid moves with a precise 
  and efficient grace. The armor is dark green in color and slightly battered 
  with use, it consists of a full body shell with cloth joints overall barely 
  hindering movements. The feet are protected by form fitting calf high 
  armored boots black in color. Facial features are obscured by by a full 
  helmet with a thin T-shaped black visor rimmed in a deep blue.
        The figure wears a low slung gun rig tied to the right thigh, hand 
  never straying far from it, his body obviously alert and ready for danger.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> 36T Blaster Carbine <Wielded>
=> Field Armor <Worn>
                  -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Armored case

Dane_Noth removes a small container from a belt pouch and tosses into the 
  prisoners lap one handed, "There, that should help your headache."

Solo lifts his head, turning it to peer narrow-eyedly at the newcomer who's 
  entered the room, taking in the armor and the helmet; then, with hazel gaze 
  still wary, he picks up the container, and eyes it without opening it. "This 
  is?"

Dane_Noth nods, gesturing slightly to the container, "Ther're pain killers. 
  Don't worry if we wanted you dead we wouldn't poison you." he shrugs. 
  "Besides they're marked."

The Corellian considers this, scowling faintly, before scrutinizing the 
  container in question; the scowl flows into an equally faint smirk. "Labels 
  can get changed, pal," he growls hoarsely, before opening the container and 
  first eyeing, then sniffing, at its contents.

Dane_Noth states plainly, "I wouldn't stain my honor by poisoning you, that" 
  he gestures to the two guards halfheartedly, "would be beings like them." He 
  turns slightly to glance at each in turn, "but they're under orders not to 
  hurt you unless you try something stupid." his gaze returns to you, "I trust 
  we can trust you not to do that."

Solo scratches a fingernail into the container's contents, then tastes it -- 
  only then is he apparently satisfied that the stuff is indeed what's 
  claimed, a painkiller, and only then does he allow himself a dose. "I never 
  claimed to be bright," he drawls, sardonically.

Dane_Noth chuckles slightly, "So I hear." he glances to the guards again and 
  then back to the captive, "I trust they fed you?" his hand comes to rest on 
  his blaster casually.

Kain has arrived.

"Best _prison_ food I ever ate," replies Solo, leaning his head back again to 
  the chair's back, closing his eyes, perhaps waiting for the painkiller to 
  un-knot his head.

Kain has left.

Dane_Noth shrugs and glances around the room, "This is the best prison I've 
  ever seen." he fixes his gaze back to you, "I wouldn't complain, it could be 
  worse."

Han_Solo smirks. "I've had a lot of recent experience in the area, I'm almost 
  a conneisseur now. Funny thing, though -- a jail's still a jail."

Dane_Noth chuckles, "Well maybe you should change your habits Solo, then you 
  wouldn't have so many hosts wanting to show your their fine accomadations."

Vox comes down from the stairwell slowly, as he reaches a level where he can 
  observe the action easily he pauses watching.

Dane_Noth glances back slightly at Vox and steps off to the side of the door 
  way with the wall to his back.

"I considered becomin' a monk," snorts Solo, "but I just ain't the 
  philosophical type."

Dane_Noth nods and looks Solo over, "You don't have the look of a monk, " he 
  chuckles, "Or the temperment."

"Yeah, well, pal, prolonged imprisonment makes a guy cranky, so I ain't 
  winnin' no medals for monkish serenity contests," says Solo. His face has 
  begun to ease, slightly; perhaps the painkiller is doing something, now. It 
  has no effect on his peevish tone, though.

Dane_Noth shrugs slightly and changes the subject, "That painkiller may put 
  you out if you're not careful, I wouldn't take any more."

"Grathix makin' you stand in for the med droid?" Solo barks, though with less 
  force than before.

Dane_Noth says, "No. I thought i'd do you a favor Solo." his glare almost 
  visable through the helmet, "I'm sure you're wanted in good shape.""

Han_Solo lets out a faint breath, attempts a scowl, and doesn't quite make it. 
  "Yeah," he mutters, "I'm sure your boss wants me whole before he tosses me 
  off to the Hutts or whatever the hell he has in mind."

Dane_Noth chuckles, "At least you might be in a condition to escape from the 
  Hutts.. " he says, the word Hutts dripping with contempt as it's spoken, 
  "again.." he adds.

Solo's features tighten again for a moment, before he deliberately relaxes 
  them into an icy calm; his eyes stay closed. "Rancors, carbonite and 
  Sarlaccs, just can't keep a Corellian down," he murmurs blandly.

Dane_Noth chuckles, "Well who knows what the next Hutt will have in store for 
  you...maybe he'll only make you a slave." he gestures slightly with his off 
  hand, "Maybe a pitt fighter."

"I'm just' quiverin' with anticipation," replies Solo, deadpan.

Dane_Noth shrugs, "At least you're alive now." he pauses, "As long as you're 
  alive there's always a chance."
Dane_Noth says, "Besides someone may actually pay more for you than the Hutts."

The Corellian allows this a slight smirk; his haggard face has noticeably 
  relaxed, by now, which deprives the smirk of some of its bite. "Yeah, last I 
  checked, the Empire and the Hutts'll hafta get into a biddin' war for my 
  head. I'd be flattered, but, well, hey, like I said, I'm cranky."

Dane_Noth says, "Maybe your friends will try and rescue you again...now that 
  would be interesting, and a challenge."

"You'll pardon me, pal, if I don't volunteer to step into a carbonization 
  chamber," says Solo. "And I don't think my wife'll put on a slave skirt 
  justa satisfy your curiosity." One hazel eye opens briefly, releasing a 
  glint of weary -- though no less sharply sardonic -- humor.

Dane_Noth chuckles, "Well I wouldn't worry about that too much, we're much 
  better at keeping people hidden that the former owner of this place."
Dane_Noth gestures, "This world."
Dane_Noth shrugs, "Besides I don't kill women unless they're trying to kill 
  me."

"How nice for yah," Solo drawls, rather more softly now. His head ever so 
  slightly drops to one side before he catches himself with a jerk, bringing 
  it up again.

Dane_Noth chuckles and turns for the exit, "Sleep Solo..you'll need it." he 
  gazes back slightly, "And it looks as if you're ready to pass out."

Vox heads back up the stairs.

Dane_Noth glances at the guard, "Get the painkiller container from him, we 
  don't want him doing himself any harm." and heads up the stairs.

Han_Solo scowls vaguely. "'Mfine," he barks, but his eyes are glazing over.

Dane_Noth chuckles, his voice echoing down from the stair way like a cold wind.
Dane_Noth has left.

[End log.]