Log Date: 7/2/98 Log Cast: Grei, Han Solo, Leanna Log Intro: Recently forcefully encouraged by Mon Mothma to reactivate his commission and take over command of the New Republic Ground Operations, Han has spent a fair number of days on Calamari as of late -- not only keeping close to Leia to give her what comfort he can while her brother continues to be missing, but also being deluged in the inevitable consequences of taking over an entire army. It's enough to make the former smuggler feel almost... respectable. And it's driving him nuts. And so, hoping for a breath of fresh air, Han makes as much of an escape as he can manage under the circumstances. In the midst of meetings, briefings, and yet more meetings, though, he's managed to forget entirely about the argument he had with a particular young lady on Caspar -- and to his surprise, he's about to find out that Leanna and her lover have also wound up on Calamari... ---------- Grei has arrived. Grei steps down the ramp of the Firedancer and looks about, inhaling the fresh air deeply. Han Solo is not normally an introspective man. Tonight, though, crowded by events, crowded by just too frekking many people, he's seized the opportunity to throw his newly re-establish rank around... and win himself some private time doing absolutely nothing except park on the lowered ramp of the _Millenium Falcon_, close enough to his beloved ship to make contact with her presence, outside enough to get fresh air into his lungs. The Corellian who's founded himself a reputation on stunts like record-breaking races through the Kessel Run is simply... stargazing. Without any brandy on hand, even. Grei steps out from under the Firedancer and stretches before glancing back over his shoulder at the Firedancer. Leanna has arrived. Grei smiles as he sees something or someone back at the Firedancer, turning slowly as he waits. Leanna mutters under her breath in annoyance, as her hand moves to her lower back with a sigh, as she slowly moves down the ramp.."Danged if I ever get a full nights sleep again..", she mutters quietly to her self, as she adjusts the cloak around her shoulders, to take off the chill, as she let's her eyes adjust, squinting as she looks about the starport. The emergence of the two off the _Firedancer_ does not go unremarked by the _Falcon_'s pilot; Han smirks slightly to himself, at least at the distant sight of the woman. It's almost enough to make him wish he'd snuck a bit of brandy from his stash out with him -- well, almost. Restlessly, he fidgets with the glinting insignia he's pinned to his collar, an incongruous glimmer of gold against a shirt that was once passingly acquainted with the color white, and looks as though he's slept in it as often as he's worn it. Grei looks at you for a moment. Grei extends his hand to Leanna with a smile as he watches her come down the ramp. Leanna smiles as she spots Grei, and chuckles quietly, her sleepless night forgotten, as she slips her hand into his when she reaches him.."You couldn't sleep either eh?..My back wouldn't let me..what's your excuse?", as she rests her head on his shoulder, with a tired yawn. Leanna Standing before you is a human female. She stands roughly 5'8" tall. Her blue eyes sparkle with life, though have a slightly weary edge to them, as she takes in her surroundings with quick accuracy. Her wavy black hair, hangs smoothe down past her shoulders, and her fair skin radiates with a healthy glow. Her form is a little plump, mostly around the middle, and her long tunic does little to hide her growing waistline. The sleeves are full, and end tightly at the wrists, and the low, scooped neckline accentuates her curves, rather then hide them. Her black slacks are form fitting, and her boots end just below the knee, and are pollished to perfection. Around her shoulders is a short black cloak, to keep away the chill, and thin, black gloves on her hands. Around her hips is a double houlster, with a blaster on either side. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Elite-1 Stun Pistol => Protective Vest => Quick-6 Sporting Blaster Grei snuggles Leanna gently to him as he answers, "Just the ongoing worry of what we'll do, especially now." He gently places a hand on her growing belly. Solo's hazel gaze settles briefly on the couple -- for couple they obviously are -- despite himself. That gesture of the pilot's hand to the woman's stomach... Han finds himself shifting nervously in his improvised seat on the _Falcon_'s ramp, and wishing rather harder that he'd brought brandy out with him. Not for the first time over the last few weeks, he asks himself incredulously, _What the nine hells are you thinking, even -considering- being a father?!_ Leanna blushes as she looks down at his hand, and sighs, looking back up, chewing on her lip, her hand reaching to cover his.."It'll work out, don't worry hun.", and she smile, reaching up to kiss his cheek lightly.."We've made it this far didn't we?", and she smiles, with more confidence then she feels, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Grei smiles and nods, looking a bit more relaxed. He kisses her cheek back and says, "I was thinking of walking around here, check out who all is on the planet that I might now. Interested in coming along, dear?" Leanna smiles slightly, as she looks about the sparce starport, her brows wrinkling as she takes in a couple of ships, and groans slightly.."Please don't tell me that's the Falcon?..I can't tell in this light.."and she sighs with a nod.."I'd much rather be with you, then alone on the ship..Your company is /definately/ much preffered!", and she smiles, tucking her arm thru his comfortably. Han very deliberately puts on his best sabacc face, stretching out his long legs and crossing them before him on the ramp, casually leaning back on his elbows. He's not about to attract any undue attention to himself by getting up and moving... and by all the hokey religions you could care to name, why _shouldn't_ he be sitting right here on the ramp of _his_ ship anyway, huh? In further careful deliberation, he pointedly ignores the little voice in the back of his head groaning, _Just don't let 'em come over here..._ Grei glances over towards the battered freighter and nods slowly to Leanna as he gently guides her in the direction of the Wild Karrde, "Yes, that's the Falcon, or so I was told the other night." Well, there's one good thing about night-time light... it makes that beat-up old YT1300 look a little less like she's about to fall apart where she sits. Significantly less battered than his craft (well, okay, at least _he_ is less battered even if his shirt looks about as ancient; for Han Solo, this merely qualifies the shirt as 'comfortably broken in'), the _Falcon_'s pilot puts great effort into merely... lounging. Or, rather, doing a very good job of looking like he's lounging. Leanna nods looking over in the ships direction, and mutters with a groan.."Great..I behaved like such an ass the last time..If I blew your chances for getting..", and she stops, cutting herself off, and squaring her shoulders, speaking more to her self.."Well, if I see him..I just appologise..I mean..all that was going on at the time..", and she stops again, looking up at grei with an emberrassed smile, clamping her mouth shut.."What are the chances anyhow of seeing him..The infamous Han Solo is a busy man I'm sure..", as she stops, sighing.."I'm sorry..I'm rambling again..", looking down with an emberressed tinge to her cheeks. Grei pats Leanna's hand comfortingly and smiles, "Well, it's kind of late, but we can always see if he's strolling around his ship like we are, dear." He turns and begins to head towards the battered YT-1300. Leanna cringes inwardly, as she puts on her brightest smile, nodding a little quickly, and mutters an obediant.."Of course hun.", as she follows a tad slower in her steps towards the battered ship. Strolling? No. Lounging, his dark hair a bit ruffled by night breezes, his shirt open at the throat and chest, his blaster resting snugly by his thigh where it belongs, yes. Solo keeps his sabacc face on, spying the pair headed to the ship. _They're gonna spot me any second now,_ he muses. What'll it be -- the Gosh It's An Honor to Bump into You General! routine, or the What? You Again? You Utter Bastard! scenario? Devoutly hoping that for once, he'll get something somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, Han strives to practice a bit of his wife's diplomacy, and not give off any reason to nudge the approaching pair into one direction or the other. Funny how diplomacy works sort of like sabacc, sometimes.... Grei walks slowly towards the _Falcon_, noticing the ramp is down and guides Leanna in that direction at a leisurely pace. Leanna takes a deep breath, and mentally practices some different approaches as they near the ship, remembering the lessons from her old employer, hoping definately that they work this time..for Grei's sake more then her own. "Evenin', folks," drawls the Corellian on the ramp, not budging an inch, the very picture of relaxed comfort. Fairly impressive, given that he's reclining on a ship's ramp. Grei nods in greeting, "Good evening, sir. Nice night, isn't it?" _Don't grimace, Solo. You're gonna get a helluva lot more 'sirs' coming, after all..._ Somehow, Han manages to listen to his own advice. Well, partially. The momentary argument in the back of his brain finally compromises with a slight smirk being the only ostensible reaction to being sirred; his tone stays amiable, as he agrees casually, "It's a good one, yeah." Leanna sighs as she chews the inside of her lip, and then rolls her eyes, and coughs,.."Look, Solo? Appologies aren't a strong suit of mine, but..the last couple times we encountered, well..weren't the best timing..", and she glances at Grei with a slight smile.."Do we still have that brandy?..I was going to offer the man a let's start fresh drink.", and she grins slightly.."Not that I can join in mind you..but none the less.", and smiles slightly at Han.."Mind if we start again, and erase the last couple of meetings?", and she holds out a gloved hand.."Leanna McCormic..Pleased to meet you." Grei nods slowly, "It's back at the ship, I'll go get it." He turns and heads back to the Firedancer, disappearing up the ramp. Han's eyebrows start rising as the woman speaks up. They stay up as she continues, and once she hits the word 'brandy' he actually blinks. He blinks three or four more times at the conclusion of her words -- from the look of the man, you'd think that 'pleased to meet you' is not a phrase he hears directed his way very often. But he pushes up off the ramp, rising lithely to his feet, letting his startled expression settle into a lopsided little smile. Taking and shaking the offered hand, he says, gravelly voice edging away from neutral and heading towards amiable, "Uh, thanks, then... and that'll make two of us. About apologies, that is." Leanna chuckles as she takes his hand in a firm hand shake and smirks.."Ah well..the Corellian curse as my mother called it, the temper, and not being able to admit when yer wrong..I hope I have at least improved some what on the second one.", and turns slightly, watching Grei disappear up the ramp, her eyes glowing.."Mostly in part due to him.", and she chuckles, turning back to Han, squinting as the light of the pin catches her eye.."Uhoh..the made a Corellian a General?..what /were/ they thinking!", and she chuckles, leaning comfortably on the side of the ship, her hand moving automatically to her lower part of the back, resting there. Grei comes back down the ramp of the Firedancer, burdened with a bottle and 3 glasses. He heads back towards the ramp of the Falcon, being careful not to drop anything. "Damn," mutters Solo, "I thought I took that off." He plasters on a slightly-less-than-sabacc face; it could be that the man is actually embarrassed. And now that it's obvious that Leanna is in fact expecting, he can't quite suppress a glance down at her belly, either. Leanna shrugs nonchallantly, and smiles, her wicked humor appearing.."Don't worry..You won't get a salute out of me!", and she snickers, before smiling self consiously, as she catches his glance, and glances down at her expanding form, and sighs.."A little obvious?", she asks, rather flippanly, to cover her self conciousness, thankfull for the off lighting to hide the new color to her cheeks. Leanna glances towards Grei with a soft smile, after she says that, as he approaches closer, her eyes lighting up. Trying his best to suavely pretend that when you actually come right down to it, he really _hasn't_ seen that many pregnant women before, Solo grins crookedly, grateful for the distraction away from the little gold glitter on his collar. "Well, y'know, the signs and all," he says airily. Then, one dark eyebrow crooked, he glances between the two others. "Uh, congratulations?" An afterthought, but a well-meant one. Grei comes up, holding up the bottle, "I only could find the Whyren's Reserve. I hope this is acceptable to everyone." He passes out the glasses and pulls the cork on the bottle. Leanna chuckles, as she takes the glass.."Well, a sip couldn't hurt.", and she chuckles, tucking an arm around Grei's waist, as she smiles at Han, her eyes glowing.."Thank you Solo..I believe that actually is the first congradulations yet..Cheers.", and she waits till Grei pours some liquid in her glass, before lifting it slightly towards Han. "Hey, free booze is free booze, pal," Solo drawls to Grei's comment, sounding rather friendlier. And he appends to him, "Thanks." Another afterthought, but this one less delayed than the first. See, Solo, diplomacy ain't that hard! To Leanna, he grins a bit more, and out of rusty but present politeness, he bobs his glass at her. Grei pours the Corellian whiskey into Han's glass first, then Leanna's and then finally his own before corking the bottle and setting it on the ground. He then slips his arm around Leanna and hugs her gently. Leanna sighs as she looks up at the stars, and glances at Grei with a small smile."When the time nears...let's try and make it to Corellia....I would love for him to be born there..", and she catches her self, blushing slightly, tossing an appologetic look towards han.."Sorry..I ramble at times these days." Grei smiles at Leanna, "That would be a good idea, but it'll depend on where I can find work next." He raises his glass in a salute to Han before downing the contents. "Don't mind me, folks," is Solo's lazy reply to Leanna, as he sips the whiskey down. It feels good, like swallowing sunfire, like the _Falcon_'s engines roaring. _Ahh. I needed that._ Leanna frowns slightly, as she touches Grei's cheek gently.."Hey..tomorrow we worry about that..tonight, we enjoy, good company, and good brandy.", and she winksup at him, before glancing at Han with a chuckle. Grei nods to Leanna and kisses her cheek gently, "Sorry, dear." Well, this is better than the Gosh It's the General! routine, or the Solo You Bastard! scenario. Han discovers to his chagrin that he isn't entirely certain how he's supposed to respond to something that falls between those two methods of greeting him, at least when complete strangers are involved. So he settles for keeping the slightly sheepish lopsided grin in place, and takes his time with the whiskey. It gives his hand something to do, anyway. Grei turns to Han and asks in a conversational tone, "Do you know if the NR would be interested in hiring an ex-Admiral from Caspar?" Leanna kisses Grei's cheek lightly, before removing her arm from his waist and over to the ramp, settling on an empty spot, glancing at Han with a quirked brow.."You realise Solo, I'm at odds here..", and she rests her hands on her knees, as she regards him with a small smile. Hazel eyes blink a few times. Solo lowers the glass, but keeps it within range just in case, and considers Grei measuringly. "Probably," he drawls to Grei. "Why?" And Han flicks Leanna another of those slightly sheepish looks; the woman's managed to surprise him, perhaps, though Solo's doing a very good job of mostly hiding it if she has. Grei shrugs, "Just been having a hard time finding out." He stoops down and picks up the bottle, pulling the cork and offering it around, "Anyone need a refill?" Leanna glances at Grei a moment, so not to interrupt, before glancing at Solo with a small shrug, tossing a smile at Grei briefly.."No more for me love.", before turning back to Han.."Now..what to call you..I won't call you General..I am sure you get sick of that..would you prefer Han?, or possibly just Solo?..But then is that too much a reminder of the old days?", and she grins sheepishly, before adding.."And don't think I'll suck up, to get into your good graces..That isn't my way..I'm just curious." The older Corellian smiles narrowly, suppressing the natural urge to drawl 'You _did_ put in a call to the NR military recruitment branch, didn't ya?' Politeness, remember, Solo? 'Sides, the man gave you free whiskey. What Han _does_ say is a considered, "For what oughtta be fairly obvious reasons, pal" -- this, clearly, to Grei -- "the NR's always lookin' for decent officers. I'd suggest you look for a man by the name of Tarroc D'agor, though. Admirals go in StarOps." His smile turns lopsided again. "I'm GroundOps." The hazel gaze flashes down to Leanna, then, and to her he adds, "Sister, most of what I've been called in the last ten years isn't fit for polite company, in eighteen different languages. Han'll do just fine. Or Solo. Just, please, for suns' sake, _don't_ call me General." _Now_ he grimaces, and slugs down some of his whiskey. Leanna smirks, as she regards him cooly.."Well dear boy, don't forget where I am from..and I happen to have brothers, I have more then likely heard them all..Maybe some day, if yer good, I'll tell you who I worked for..Han it is then..", and she covers a yawn with her hand and smile,standing.."well, it is late Han..thanks for sharing the drink, and I'm sure we'll see you again.", and she smiles, offering her hand. Grei corks up the whiskey and finishes off his glass before nodding to Han, "I'll try that. I've seen the Commodore around a few times." Han glances at his glass, realizes he's cleared it, and offers it back to Leanna along with a second handshake. He smirks, but not unkindly, to Leanna; to Grei, he nods gruffly, and offers, "I'll nudge him at you if I see him again in the near future. Thanks for the whiskey." Another crooked, but rather broader, smile works its way out across his lean features; the man's not incapable of pleasantries, it would seem. He tosses off a half-wave to both of the other humans, adding to it a "See ya round," as he turns to head up the ramp and secure his ship for the night. Grei smiles at Leanna and offers the rest of the bottle to Han, "Have the rest of the bottle as a gift from us." He slips an arm about Leanna, "Good night." Solo blinks, mid-turn, then smiles, a real smile, even if it's brief. "Uh... thanks, pal." He gives the couple an almost warm expression, and then with that, he's gone, his footsteps ringing on the ramp. Leanna tucks her arm around Grei, as she lifts the other in a small wave and chuckles.."Night Han." [End log.]