Log Date: 8/30/98 Log Cast: Han, Tarroc, Nimec, Bec, Leia Log Intro: Now that he's caught up with the NR forces in orbit over Caspar, Han's already gotten himself into a significant bit of trouble: a shootout with a Rodian bounty hunter on Kichnar Station. Now, in between trying to corner Tarroc D'agor for his promised briefing on the situation on Pride-1, Han's been looking for Luke to apprise him of the bounty hunter situation... especially given Luke's own problems with his still-impaired ability to use his Jedi talents. Trouble is, finding Skywalker's proving tough... ---------- You go into the main corridor. Main Corridor -- Main Deck The corridor here is a major intersection, one of the more heavily travelled areas of the ship. Crew walk balk and forth along the corridor, while more still enter and leave the crew area. Technitians bustle about, entering the landing bay to carry out upgrades and repairs. The long corridor can be seen to stretch far off into the distance both to fore and to aft. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Tarroc => Nimec => Leia => Bec -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ore leads to Main Corridor -- Main Deck . ft leads to Crew Area -- Main Deck . tarboard leads to Reception Area -- Main Deck .

ort leads to Landing Bays -- Main Deck . Han_Solo enters Main Corridor -- Main Deck Tarroc shakes his head emphatically, "No, we can't." He manages a slight smile, "However, I do believe that if Lorn Rhys and his people wish to seperate themselves from the Empire, we should protect their right to do so." Nimec taps his heels together and stands tall as Solo enters, saluting and holding his rifle vertically by his left side. "Good morning, General." Bec has been listening silently as well, head turning from commodore to princess. "You know," he finally says to Nimec, stepping back toward the marine without taking his eyes off the conversation, "It's kind of amazing how this philosophy is argued at the top, when as nearly as I can tell, the character of the Republic comes up from the botto-- oh. Morning, sir." He snaps off a salute to the netering general. Solo comes striding down the corridor, looking businesslike and brusque, in as much of a uniform as he's liable to be wearing -- his khaki shirt and the rank insignia on the collar. He snaps off salutes to both Bec and Nimec, before turning his attention to Tarroc, waiting to interject himself into whatever conversation the Commodore is having. Nodding to the pilot next to him, Nimec observes, "But the perceived character of the Republic is determined by the decisions of leaders, no matter what those at the bottom of the chain of command think." Leia frowns at Tarroc's remarks but otherwise keeps her reactions to herself as Han appears. Threepio, who had fallen silent and observant beside Leia, pipes up cheerfully, "Good day, General Solo." Gah. Goldenrod. Solo manages to restrict his instinctive urge to break the protocol droid in half, or at least shut him off, and limits himself to simply saying gruffly, "Mornin'." His gaze, though, doesn't stay on Threepio as he delivers this greeting; instead, it slides to Leia, and a slight upturned quirk curls one corner of his mouth as he adds, ".... Your Highness." Tarroc glances back toward the arriving Solo as well. He nods in acknowledgement and gives a simple, "Hello General," in greeting. This greeting is, of course, partially cut off by the beeping of his chronometer. "Ah, my apologies. I have a holomeeting to attend. Princess, I met with Captain Jawatha and I'll send you a message regarding what was discussed soon. General, I'll get back to you soon as well .. some things have been keeping me busy." It's pretty obvious what 'some things' entails (Sullust situation). Bec stares blankly at Nimec for a brief moment, going over the private's reply a couple of times to make sure he understood it properly. "Right," he finally agrees, fairly sure of himself. "Been that way forever." Leia smiles with bemusement and affection, murmuring, "General," to Han before nodding in a more busineslike manner to Tarroc. "Of course, Commodore. I know you'll keep the Inner Council apprised of the situation as it changes." "Don't keep me waiting," Solo advises D'agor, allowing just a hint of pointed impatience to enter into his hazel gaze. He does give the younger man a terse nod of acknowledgement, though, relaying a willingness to wait just a little longer... if not much. Tarroc nods and turns to leave, knowing the Councilor probably didn't care for his testing; he felt it was necessary at any rate. Passing Bec and Nimec, he nods and dissappears around a bend of the corridor. With that, Solo shifts slightly on his heel, turning to regard the others remaining in the corridor, and he announces, "I've been looking for Jedi Skywalker. Have any of you seen him in the last seventy-two hours?" His attention is clearly on the group, though his gaze does flick towards Leia again, on his last couple of words. Leia shakes her head regretfully, noting, "I left him word I wanted to see him, but we haven't talked. Something wrong, Han?" Bec quickly redirects his attention from Nimec to Solo, and shakes his head. "Not at all, sir. Not since I was posted to Yavin, frankly." It's more information than the general probably needed, but no one's ever called Bec less than helpful. In fact, Ambassador Winter used to say just the opposite, often and with startling regularity. Nimec shakes his head, remaining at attention while doing so. "No, sir." He suddenly remembers he is at his post, and becomes aloof again while making sure he didn't miss any violent-looking people walking towards the hangar. Seeing he missed nothing, he lets a short sigh escape before assuming his erect stance, rifle held at forty-five degrees before him, head facing straight forward. He seems to have forgotten the conversation in his attempt to keep up duty. "I just want to make sure he's informed of certain uninvited friends stationside," replies the Corellian cryptically to Leia, though from the look of him, he clearly expects that the Princess knows what he's talking about. Then Solo's gaze swings to Bec and Nimec, and he nods brusquely to the pair of them, gaze lingering on the lieutenant. "Thanks," he says shortly. "If you see him, point him my way, will ya?" Leia pauses. "Han, Luke has a lot on his mind right now..." Delicately expressing her thoughts about her brother is difficult in this predicament, and she lets her voice dwindle to nothingness while she frets in silence. "Yes, sir," Bec parrots quickly. Something about the general's lingering gaze is more than a little disconcerting, and no matter what the princess might have said about relaxing around herself and her husband, the lieutenant straightens up just a bit and square his shoulders. Perhaps Bec's straightening stance meets with some unexpressed approval in Solo -- or perhaps Leia's words just distract his attention again. "I'd like to make sure he gets to keep it there if he happens to want to leave the ship," the General answers, his tone taut. The Princess, no doubt, can read the edgy restlessness in his hazel gaze and the concern beneath it, but the combination makes for a sharp regard. "No, that's an understandable precaution," Leia admits, her concern for Luke reflected in both physical and vocal posture. "Sometimes I think coming to Caspar was a bad idea." "Coming anywhere bounty hunters're liable to take potshots at us is a bad idea," grumbles Solo, "but that takes in about, oh, just about every planet outside our control." He starts to turn on his heel, then pauses, and adds, attention now squarely resting on his wife, "Just tell the kid I'm lookin' for him, will ya?" Bec's head tilts just slightly as he listens, welcoming any distraction while waiting for Karrde to contact him, and genuinely absorbed in the topic of discussion. Nimec's mind is drawn back into listening against his will as the monotonous duty of being a watchdog takes its toll on his mental capacities. He remains standing as before, but it is obvious he is listening from the way his eyes flit from the General to the Councilor when they are speaking. Leia nods affimatively to Han's request and meets his hazel eyes thoughtfully for perhaps ten seconds. After breaking that gaze, she tells Nimec and Bec, "Gentlemen, thank you for your comments earlier. I'm going to find Admiral Ackbar and see what the latest developments are on Sullust. Excuse me." Solo holds that royal gaze, only breaking it when the Princess seizes the opportunity to excuse herself. "Thanks," he says gruffly, lowly, clearly for her ears alone. Bec clears his throat a moment or so after the princess excuses herself, hoping to catch the general before he gets caught up in any of the myriad activities that occupy a legendary hero's life aboard ship. "Sir?" he inquirs, taking a step in Han's direction. "Have you got a minute? It's nothing important, but it will only take a second." Solo has started to turn, but he pauses at Bec's query, his gaze still sharp, though shifting towards impassive. "Yes, Lieutenant?" Leia looks behind her at Han, her glance for him alone, then continues along the path she had taken earlier, Threepio shuffling behind her with, "Excuse us, please," said to the others. You sense: Leia's smile and glance saying one thing alone: "Anything for you, nerfherder." No matter what direction Han's expression might be heading, the fact that it's still sharp is enough to make Bec doubt the wisdom of drawing the man's attention, and one step closer to Han is all the closer the lieutenant gets. "Well, sir," he says tucking his hands behind his back in a meticulously respectful pose, "I just wanted to apologize for my behavior the other night. I know it may not be the first thing on your mind, but it's been weighing pretty heavily on my own. It's not the way I usually conduct myself, and I'm sorry you had to get involved, General." Something of the edginess subsides from Solo's hazel gaze at Bec's straightforward words, and a slight smile returns to his weathered face. "Apology accepted," he says, just as straightforwardly; then he adds, "If it's any consolation, I've been drunk and disorderly often enough to sympathize." Nimec listens with something approaching amusement on his face. At least, as close as any marine on duty usually gets to amusement. Leia walks through the large doors into the landing bays. Leia has left. Bec is not quite sure how to reply to that. Granted, the general has a fairly well-known reputation. But somehow 'So I've heard' just doesn't seem like the proper response, no matter how well Solo's likely to take it. After a pause, Bec ends up falling back on a smile, and the fleeting intention to tell Princess Leia to forget about him ever calling her husband 'Han'. Solo's apparently trademark crooked grin flashes into being for a moment, and after a seemingly casual glance over his shoulder to make sure the Princess and the protocol droid have vanished off on Leia's business, he sagely confides to Ga'lec, "Just a question of getting drunk and disorderly in the right place and time." And with that cryptic comment, he salutes the two men remaining in the corridor, and strides back off the way he came, looking slightly less brusque. [End log.]