Log Date: 11/23/98 Log Cast: Han, Leia, Blaze, David Log Intro: At last rallied together to take Pride-1 back from the Imperial forces who seized it, the New Republic has been amazed to find the Empire's fleet surrending control of the system more or less immediately. On board Home One, however, Han has been awaiting word as to whether he and the Ground Ops units he's brought along with him will be needed on the station -- and he and the Princess both find the Empire's apparent retreat a bit too good to be true. In the meantime, in the immediate wake of their arrival in the system, Han is intent on finding Tarroc D'agor and getting a decent status report -- and verifying the readiness of his own troops. ---------- Han_Solo enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Leia comes down the entry ramp of the _Millenium Falcon_. Leia has arrived. Leia enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Blaze enters from the corridor. Blaze has arrived. Blaze enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Blaze walks in the hangar, reading something on a datpad, while striding purposely to a particular starfighter. She gets to it, types in a code, but all she gets is a beep. "Ahh..shoot.." She tries again, and still gets the beep. David enters from the corridor. David has arrived. David enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Descending from the ramp of the disreputable Corellian YT-1300 is a rangy man with a crooked smile and dancing hazel eyes, walking alongside the petite form of a brunette who is in the process of explaining something to him...and not entirely pleasantly. "...if you thought it was easy, because I'm convinced it -was- too easy. There's no way the Empire should have tucked tail and ran like that," says Leia, her voice angling lower as they enter the cavernous bay. David exits a lift staightening his uniform, which it did not need and makes his way over toward the imfamous Frieghtor, rights himself into the stance of a soldier at attention and awaits the General. Blaze gets another beep from the panel, and she bangs her hand against the side of the starfighter. How ever, when the Falcon's doors open, she herself straightens up, and with a sheepish grin, says, "Good morning, ma'am, general." Indeed, Han Solo's grinning that crooked grin of his, looking rather pleased for all that his motions speak of restlessness and energy barely held in check. "Yeah, well, Princess, we'd be stupid to think they don't have _something_ in mind, though I can't say I can complain too much yet. Gotta hassle D'agor for a status report--" His hazel gaze comes up then, and he blinks in the direction of Blaze and David, adding to the former in blatant disregard of military protocol, "Hiya." Leia's brown regard follows Han's gaze and settles on both Blaze and David. She smiles with less of that cocksure, gregarious nature of her husband and nods to each. "Good day." Blaze nods, then half returns to her starfighter, but get's exactly what she was expecting. "BEEP" "Blast it..What the h.." She cuts off her remark, then turns around, trying to cool, leaning against the x-wing. David's salute seems to be composed of three parts as he brings his hand to his head, first it pauses at his waist then it pauses at his browe and finally the hand snaps upward smartly he says softly "Goodevening Councilor." Solo might be mostly disdainful of military protocol, but he does return David's salute, crisp and even. "Your unit holding up under the wait, Private?" he asks, giving the younger man a steady and interested look that seems incongruous with the blatant differneces in their ranks. David A human male of average stature and build. His gate is one of easiness and speaks of calm and relaxation. Atop his head sits a well groomed mound of black hair cut short in flattop fashion. If one looks closely at his deep set eyes, one sees a grey blue pair of eyes staring back. His face is mostly sharp angles accompanies by a firm jaw, and his skin is an olive color, that looks of much time spent indoors away from the crisping light of a sun. He is dressed in a New Republic Marines uniform, with the rank insignia of a Private, and a detachment insignia baring the name 82nd Regiment Home One. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Combat Armor => 36T Blaster Carbine Blaze She is young, probably in her late teenage or early 20's. She looks decidedly Corellian, which you can tell from her accent. She has dark brown hair which is cropped short, most likely for personal convienance more than anything. Her eyes are the same dark green that can be found in the trees of the mountains of Northern Corellia, or the green of the deep Corellian oceans. She manages to have the typically cocky and carefree look you would expect, but she somehow also conveys more serious emotions, like an unseen undercurrant. She wears the bright orange flight suit found in most New Republic hangars across the galaxy, but she seems to have added the embellishment of a pair of 'wings' that seem to be quite older and wearworn than the wearer. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Descr => datpad(#8589V) Content to let Han discuss military matters, Leia stands mutely at his side, her shrewd gaze moving between Blaze and David. Blaze tucks her datpad into the leg pocket on her uniform, and crosses her arms in front of her as she leans against the X-wing. David's hand returns to his side yet he maintanes his rigid stature in the company of legends so to speak he responds "As well as can be expected Sir. It is a queer feeling indeed that we feel, three parts anticipation one part dread.....Though I'm sure that will pass Sir." Blaze arches an eyebrow, intent on the conversation between the Marine and General Solo. David adds looking more than intimidated "The Colonel bade me to welcome you to home one and sends his regards and regretts that he could not meet you in person, he is detained at the moment I believe with matter pretaining to our current situation." The General's dark eyebrows go up at the manner of David's address. One corner of his mouth remains curled upward as he answers in a gruff sort of sympathy, "If it helps, Private, you get used to it. And by the way -- one 'sir' every twenty sentences'll do me." Blaze chuckles slightly. To David's addendum, Solo simply nods. "Thanks," he answers. "I'll look for his arrival." Leia's elbow finds Han's ribs as she offers, "You'll find things to occupy you, Private, or the waiting'll drive you crazy. Find yourself a broken-down freighter to maintain. That'll keep you busy." Blaze chuckles again, and a beep from her datpad cuts into her hearing. Pulling it out her pocket, she mutters to herself, "Going to let me now, eh?" She reads the display, shakes her head with a roll of her eyes, then shoves the datpad back into her pocket. "Guess not." David is the picture of indecisiveness at Leia's quib weighing his near fanatical admiration of General Solo and the heroes of Yavin as embodied in the Millenium Falcon, or the fact that the heroes of Yavin actually have senses of humor. Like an indescive droid he remains quiet only opening his mouth to respond to the General's comments "Thankyou Sir," again his programed reponses seems to be unable to cope with this new situation as it appears he might even disagree with a legend (about getting used to it). His choice seems also to be programed he ignores the information and reacts to all that he has left "I shall inform the colonel at your leasure." Blaze leans back against the starfighter, shaking her head at the marine. She looks tempted to say something, but she'll be nice. "Hey--" protests Solo, swiftly reaching for the royal elbow prodding at him, though just perhaps, the complaint is habitual rather than meant with any real ire. He adds sidelong to David, apparently quite comfortable with juggling his retort and Leia's teasing at the same time, "Excellent. And for suns' sake, man, at ease." Leia smiles now at David, her expression intended to put the young man at ease, then glances at Blaze with the same general amity. Han, however, receives a sunny grin of rampant innocence at the verbal and physical prodding. "You can come closer if you like," she encourages Blaze, her voice rippling with just-contained laughter. "Please do, in fact." Blaze steps forward to the group near the Falcon. David's hands find thier way behind him clasped together, his stance widens to shoulder with he looks now more like a man awaiting a blow (OOC No jokes please, and I mean the beating err I mean the physical attack kind) than a man who is at ease with his position. Blaze looks over at the Marine. "Uhh, I thought he said at ease..." Han leans against the foremost support strut of the _Falcon_'s boarding ramp, and fixes a not unkind regard upon the nervous young man before him. "Chewie's the one that rips arms off," he points out straight-facedly. Leia glances at her husband then, extending her hand to David, notes, "I'm Leia Organa Solo, by the way. And you are...?" David's right hand meet the Princess' hand gently as if handling a china doll takes the offer hand respond "Private David Morgen Ignatius M'Lady" he brings the hand to his lips and after the apprioriate interval relinquishes it adding "Enchanted to meet you M'lady." A strong cough comes, then, from Han Solo. "Not _that_ at ease, Private," he drawls, but his meaning is plain. Blaze grins. A droll smile perks Leia's lips at the kiss, and, eyes twinkling in Han's direction, she replies regally, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Private. So delightful, in fact, to encounter a man of breeding and manners." Blaze chuckles, then shakes her head slightly. "You said it, ma'am..haven't seen chivalry like that in a while.." She grins. Someone in robes - diplomatic attire - scurries in from the interior of the ship and proclaims breathlessly, "Excuse me, General. Princess Leia, Mon Mothma asked me if I could find you to bring you to see her and speak with her and all." Leia blinks at the young man, then turns to Han and touches his sleeve. "I'm sorry...I'll catch up with you in a few minutes, all right?" She smiles again at Blaze, then more kindly at David, and murmurs, "Excuse me..." Solo starts to glower, and then starts to fume, at Leia's tone to the young man. He barely, _just_ barely, manages to withhold a snide remark as the newcomer hastens up to his wife. David has the looks of a boy whose hand and lips have just become relics, apparently loosing intrest in the male species of the hero of Yavin and inclines his head to the female of that species "Goodday M'lady." Blaze chuckles again, watching the 'love triangle' before her eyes. Solo keeps glowering, as Leia and the newcomer take their leave, and looks at least for a few moments like a boy of ten rather than a grown man of thirty-six. "Manners and breeding," he mutters sarcastically, clearly to himself. Blaze looks at the general, grinning. "Jealous?" She seems to have no problems with protocol, as the marine did. Hazel eyes snap their gaze back around to the remaining young woman; Solo crosses his arms, and retorts brusquely, "Of course not." Blaze chuckles, crossing her own arms, green eyes mischevious. "Sure." Cranky though he might be over anything male and bipedal having the audacity to kiss his wife's hand, damned if Solo's going to admit it to anybody, especially anybody at the opposite end of the chain of command. His weathered features taking on a perfectly bland expression, he informs Blaze in caustic tones, "No more jealous than _she'd_ be if I kissed some other woman's hand." Blaze chuckles again. "What ever you say, sir." She puts emphasis on the sir, that mischief still in her eyes. "That's what I say," is the Corellian General's gruff reply, and his tone implies 'and it's gospel, and you freggin' well better live by it.' He pushes off from the strut against which he'd been leaning, straightening to his full height. He shoots a pointed glance sidelong at the apparently starstruck David, and adds sharply, "And a point of protocol, Private -- you might want to avoid kissing the hands of your commanding officer's wives, in front of your commanding officers. If you two'll excuse me." With that, he starts striding off, glowering at everything in his path. Blaze leans back slightly, still grinning, though her cheeks a little red. She gives and open shrug. Blaze snickers slightly, then turns to the Marine. "Think he's just a tad bit angry?" She grins, than turns back towards Ghost 2. Very shortly, the figure of Han Solo vanishes off across the Hangar, his stride swift, his shoulders squared.