Log Date:
	7/19/97

Log Cast:
	Verin, Han Solo, Luke

Log Intro:
	Han Solo, Leia Organa-Solo, and Chewbacca have come to the Yavin moon
base on the _Millenium Falcon_, in order to let Leia catch up with her brother
Luke, who plans to train both her and his new student Jessalyn Valios in the
ways of the Force. Anxious to stay at his wife's side but willing to give her
the space she needs for such study -- and somewhat uncomfortable at the notion
of intruding in matters he doesn't like to admit he doesn't understand anyway
-- Han has resumed repairs on the _Falcon_, along with a Chewbacca who's
simply happy to have his friend and his ship back again, and doesn't care where
they are in the meantime.
	Solo is worried about Luke's further plans to take Leia and Jessalyn
to Tatooine, having heard that the planet has recently been seized by Imperial
forces. But Imperials on Tatooine have never stopped him from going there
before, and so the Corellian simply takes a little extra care in fine-tuning
his ship's systems, determined to be ready for anything when he takes the others
to that planet.
	But what Han doesn't know is that Luke has been considering the matter
of Han's going to Tatooine as well....

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Verin is talking to a technician by the Moray, and a team of them are busily 
  working on the cockpit controls. Verin himself hefts a Blaster Carbine over 
  his shoulder, nodding here and there.

Han_Solo, frowning intently to himself, comes stomping down the entry ramp of 
  the _Millenium Falcon_ the moment it's open, and swings round to the side of 
  the ship, heading straight for an access panel. Armed with a diagnostic 
  scanner in one hand and a hydrospanner in the other, the Corellian mutters, 
  "Fix the _wrong_ way, huh, furball?"

Verin glances mildly over to the scowling Solo. "General," Verin shoulders the 
  carbine and strides over towards the Falcon's ramp. "Welcome to Yavin. 
  Lieutenant Arthur Verin, executive officer of the garrison. Our techs are 
  cracking this Y-wing we impounded from the V'ez the other day right now, but 
  if your vessel requires service then they should be available shortly."

Solo's head snaps around as he hears somebody say 'General'. Hoping that isn't 
  directed at him, he doesn't answer immediately. Only when it becomes evident 
  that he is in fact probably the only general in the immediate vicinity does 
  he turn to eye the officer. "Uh, hiya. Nah, I got 'er under control." With 
  that, he turns to the access panel before him, squinting critically at the 
  reading reported by the diagnostic scanner. Then, wielding the hydrospanner 
  as if it were a machete and he were about to hack his way through a jungle 
  thicket, Solo goes at it, causing several alarming noises to emerge from the 
  panel's innards.

Verin looks about as alarmed as the noises, and both of his eyebrows shoot up. 
  "You do?" He asks before the technicians Verin had been talking to elbows 
  him in the ribs, with a--don't make us work on /that/ ship look--"Ah. Erm. 
  Yes, yes. Of course you do. Very well then. If you require anything, just 
  holler, and ... someone ... will, ah. Hear it." Verin regards Solo oddly for 
  a moment, sighs wistfully, and turns towards the Moray, muttering something 
  about credits, how he hasn't got any, and bounties.

Something Solo does causes sparks to emerge from the access panel. He rears 
  back on his booted heels for a moment, squints one hazel eye at his vessel 
  and glowers at it with the other, and then turns round with an utterly 
  innocent expression for the lieutenant. "I'll do that, pal. Thanks." The 
  panel sparks again, just once, before settling down into silence while Solo 
  slams the little hatch shut over it and secures it once more.

Verin winces slightly. Verin's Coruscantian upbringing screams: Throttle the 
  weirdo. Verin, used to ignoring that particular urge, does so and plods back 
  over to the moray.
Verin enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Moray
Verin has left.

Luke emerges from the foliage from the east.
Luke has arrived.

Sparks, and a few rather alarming noises, waft out from under the _Millenium 
  Falcon_, where Han Solo is currently crouched and delving into another 
  access panel near the ship's belly gun. The Corellian scowls intently, but 
  has a shine to his eyes nevertheless, suggesting he hasn't been this happy 
  in months.

Luke steps up onto the pad, angles past the fences and strides toward the 
  ships. Most notably, he is aiming toward the Falcon which appears to be the 
  noisiest thing in the jungle at this moment. Smiling inwardly, he steps up 
  and bends down to peer up at the sparking hatch his friend is apparently 
  occupying. "Han." he calls.

Han's dark head pops out of the hatch, and he looks around in the direction of 
  the young Jedi's voice. "Over here, kid," he calls back.

STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Moray rises several meters into the 
  air, hovers a moment, then suddently accelerates, beginning it's flight 
  spaceward.

Luke maneuvers his way under the ship until his upturned face is poking 
  through the hatch, "Problems?"

Peering down at his friend, Han smirks lightly. "No. Why d'ya ask?" He's got a 
  hydrospanner in one hand, and, nimbly, he squirms his way down out of the 
  hatch in question, dropping to the ground with a slight *thop* of impact. He 
  is rumpled and covered in oil and coolant fluid stains, but grinning 
  crookedly. "Hiya, junior."

Luke brings a hand up to lean against the hull, "Leia told me you'd be out 
  here." he says grinning, "Good to have her back again huh?"

STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Moray arrives with a woosh and slowly 
  settles down on the landing area.

Verin climbs out of the cockpit of a Y-Wing.
Verin has arrived.
Verin clambers out of the moray, looking decidedly pleased with himself. 
  "Works like a charm," he hollers down to the technicians, who move the 
  ladder in place. "Or--well, it works like a Y-Wing."

Luke is _under_ the Falcon with Han, one hand steadying him against the hull 
  as he speaks to his old friend.

Unperturbed to be crouching there near the _Falcon_'s lower main gun, Han 
  grins faintly up to Skywalker, his hazel eyes brightening a bit. "Yeah," he 
  says gruffly, "it's good. Real good."

Luke tugs idly at a glove and leans his back now against the ships landing 
  strut, "Um.." he begins cautiously, "Leia mentioned you.." his eyes dart to 
  Han, "..wanted to come to Tatooine with us?" he finishes sheepishly.

Verin plods down the ladder swiftly. "--Yes, yes; do you know where Major 
  Valios is?" The technician shakes his head. "Mm." Verin rolls his eyes and 
  shoots a derogatory glance at the X-Wing parked on the pad. "Nevermind. I'll 
  find her in the morning." A second glance. "The afternoon." The technician 
  looks skeptical. "...Around dinnertime."

At Luke's query, Han blinks, and pauses in his adjustment of the gun. "There a 
  problem with that?"

Verin glances up at the Y-Wing again, smirks, and turns towards the ravine. 
  "I'll be around if anyone needs me. Don't let -anyone- in that ship, 
  Daniels." The technician mutters something. "No, not him. /Especially/ not 
  Ackbar. I'll never see the damn thing again. 'Evening." Verin treks off 
  towards the base.
Verin heads towards a clearing faintly visible to the east.
Verin has left.

Luke shrugs a bit, still focused on adjusting the glove as if he's considering 
  his words, "No.. no problem, it's just that.."

Finding that crouching isn't particularly comfortable when he's not actively 
  working on his ship, Solo frowns, and clambers out from under it to stand up 
  straight. Turning around to wait for Luke to follow him, the Corellian peers 
  at the younger man. "But what?" he asks, not quite warily, but waiting for 
  the punch line and not sure he's going to like it.

Luke scrambles out from under the ship behind Solo, "Well.." he begins softly, 
  "It's just that.. well you know why we're going right?"

"Not really, no," answers Han bluntly. "Teased it out of Leia that you need to 
  take her there for somethin' -- I'm assuming it's got to do with teaching 
  her. And Jessalyn." Hazel eyes settle their gaze on Luke now, narrowed a 
  bit, expectantly.

"Yeah.." Luke answers, glancing at the tarmac, "Leia is about to start 
  something that could be the most important thing she's ever done." He 
  glances back up to Han, voice imploring and gentle, blue eyes wide and full 
  of optimism for what he is saying, "More important even than the beginning 
  days of the Rebellion, more important than any battle and.." he looks away 
  again, turning to the side, voice turning distant as he looks off into the 
  canopy of trees, "..even more important than her marriage." He tries to look 
  at Han out of the corner of his eye, hoping the Corellian won't ask him to 
  explain -that- one. Hands coming to fold behind his back.

Solo's wary look suddenly turns stony at that last little comment from the 
  younger man. "What're you tryin' to tell me, kid?" he says tautly.

Luke's expression is a mixture of amusement and concern. More concern though, 
  much more. "Han." he says turning, "You must understand how important this 
  is. If not just for me, but for the New Republic. Leia will be part of the 
  _new_ Jedi order.. like the ancient times. I _must_ be able to train her 
  without distraction. Do you understand?" His tone is nearly pleading now as 
  he attempts to show his feeling about this through his voice.

Han straightens to his full height, staring down at Luke with eyes gone hard 
  and glittering, now. His mouth tightening, he demands, "What're you tryin' 
  to say, Luke? That I'll screw up Leia bein' a Jedi if I'm with her?"

It's evident now just how much shorter Luke is next to Han. Without the 
  knowledge of his inherent powers, a passerby might mistake the blonde kid 
  for Solo's son. "No, that's not what I'm saying, but she needs a good strong 
  start at this or we risk her turn.." Luke visibly chokes on the word as he 
  tilts his head to stare back up at the Corellian, "It could be dangerous for 
  her if she doesn't have a solid foundation."

"So you don't want me to go to Tatooine," says Han in palpable annoyance. The 
  hand holding the hydrospanner shoots skyward, pointing into space, as he 
  goes on, "Is that it, kid? Have you been readin' the debriefs? Maybe you 
  hadn't noticed, but the Imperials are there, so pardon the hells outta me if 
  I'm just a _trifle_ concerned about Her Worship's back not bein' covered 
  while you're tryin' to teach her!" His voice starts rising in volume, with 
  each sentence.

Luke folds his arms silently as if to say '-I- can take care of her for 
  awhile.' He doesn't say this, instead replies, "I've read the reports. Look, 
  if it will make you feel more comfortable, you can escort us there with the 
  Falcon. But.." he sighs, "Han I think she needs to be alone for this. Trust 
  me, I know what I'm doing."

The hydrospanner lowers to Han's side. "I've stayed out of your way while 
  she's been here," he says crossly. "What, you don't even want me around at 
  all?"

"This isn't personal Han." Luke answers as if stung, "Whether I like it or 
  not, I'm the closest thing to a Jedi Master the Galaxy has right now. And I 
  really feel that Leia would learn better -away- from you and everything else 
  that she encounters on a daily basis."

"I'm not just _anybody_, dammit, Luke, I'm her husband!" Han bellows. His 
  forefinger snaps up to the young Jedi's chest, and he adds hotly, "Maybe 
  it's just 'cause I'm a Forceless mortal like the rest of the frekkin' 
  galaxy, so maybe my puny little mind can't comprehend it-- but last I 
  checked, I can handle stayin' out of your way while you teach her how to 
  make rocks float! But if you don't want me and Chewie keepin' the Imperials 
  off your backs, well, _FINE_! Have fun crammin' three people into that 
  X-Wing, _Junior_!"
Han_Solo, with that, whirls, storms off to the entry ramp, and stomps right up 
  into the _Falcon_, looking like he's about to clobber something with that 
  hydrospanner.

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Postlude:

	He really, really, _really_ hadn't needed to hear that.
	Fuming, Han stalked into the corridors of the _Falcon_, just waiting
for something to beep or flash out of sequence at him just so he could
smack it into hyperspace. Neither Chewie nor Leia were anywhere to be seen,
and that suited the Corellian just fine -- he was furious, to the point of
being almost blind with rage, and he didn't trust himself not to explode
at either of them if they happened to cross his path.
	It took him several long minutes of burying himself in the innards
of his ship, readjusting this, realigning that, checking and doublechecking
not only anything that had broken in the near past but anything that looked
like it might even be thinking of breaking in the near future, before he
calmed down enough to let himself remember Luke's words. When he did, he
couldn't quite figure out where the kid's comments ranked on the spectrum
between a punch in the face and a vibroblade to the ribs -- all he knew,
really, was that they'd _hurt_. Nor could he figure out _why_ Luke had said
what he did.
	_I'm a -distraction-?_
	Han was not a man given to introspection, and his world was very
rarely painted in shades other than the black and white he frequently liked
to wear. The pilot liked it that way, liked to keep his personal universe
running on several fundamental, uncomplicated truths: the _Falcon_ was fast.
You didn't play sabacc with Wookiees and win unless you wanted to spend
three weeks in a bacta tank. The _only_ response to any idea of Lando
Calrissian's was to hide your credits.
	And if Leia wished to go to a planet in the hands of Imperial forces,
then by gods he, his blaster, and his ship were going to stand between her
and anything that even briefly entertained the idea of harming her. That
Luke was somehow failing to grasp this very basic notion disturbed Han
deeply, and made him wonder exactly who'd smacked the kid upside the head
with a gravball bat, because there was no way in the galaxy that he was
going to leave his wife alone on Tatooine.
	Grimly, he squelched any other considerations, and set back to
work....

[End log.]