Log Date: 7/8, 7/11, 7/12/99, 7/14/99 Log Cast: Han Solo, Kasa Horansi bounty hunter and other aliens, (NPCs emitted by Han), Casey, Hutt guards (NPCs emitted by Casey) Log Intro: What started as a hopefully short jaunt to Nar Shaddaa on the part of Lando Calrissian, Han Solo, and the Wookiee Chewbacca has turned unexpectedly more dangerous, with the eruption of a barroom brawl in the Corellian Sector -- and several aliens' having identified the disguised Solo. Even having the Force-gifted Mara Jade helping them in the fight, Calrissian and Solo aren't about to try to hold their own against a bar full of angry aliens, and thus, the two men and their companion of the moment have chosen the better part of valor, fleeing at top speed out of the impromptu melee. However, seeing how this _is_ Nar Shaddaa, Solo isn't the only one in the middle of a fight... ---------- Corellians are a rowdy people, by breeding and by inclination -- and so, rather like the planet they come from, the Corellian Sector of Nar Shaddaa tends to be a fairly rowdy place. Today is no exception, as even outside the Smugglers' Rest a barrage of blaster fire, angry and startled shouts, and the thuds of several pieces of furniture being overturned can be heard. In short order the front door bursts open to let several sentients spill out into the street: a dark-haired, dark-skinned man in rather disreputable garb, a redheaded woman with the unmistakable fiery column of an ignited lightsaber wielded in her grasp, and a black-haired man in severely rumpled but otherwise quite elegant garb. Hot on their heels comes a very large and very irritated Kasa Horansi... and at least four other aliens in full-throated rage. "Split up!" the black-haired man hollers to his companions. And right now, there's no time for a better plan: fleeing is most assuredly the best part of valor. The two men and the woman with the lightsaber scatter in three different direction, leaving the aliens behind them to choose their own individual quarries. And as he takes off pell-mell through the Corellian Sector, one thought flashes across the mind of Han Solo: _Feels like home!_ Running quickly through the sector herself, her blaster raised, and firing off quick shots behind her, Casey glowers.." Damn fools.. I /told/ them not too piss off the Hutt!", sighing as the guards run in hot pursuit, Casey allmost doesn't turn in time, as she nearly crashes into han.." Watch it pal!", her accent noticible but not mixed as Corellian.. and then something else added, as she tries to shove him roughly out of the way as the guards get closer.." Ah damn!", and dives into a near by shop instead, smashing the window and begins to open fire on the approaching handlefull of guards. Spitting out a sizzling oath, Han darts out of the way of the armed woman, his own blaster out, and he promptly fires right past her to the Kasa Horansi who's zeroed in on _him_. The massive felinoid's got two smaller aliens behind it, both of a scaly reptiloid variety, but the Horansi's by far the meanest looking of the lot. Problem is -- there's those guards, too, and all at once Han finds rather more hostile if not actively lethal intent headed his way than had been just a moment ago. For a fraction of a second, he pauses, swallowing hard... ... just as the Horansi roars out at the top of his lungs, "_SOLO_!" Not about to let any piddling details like guards in hot pursuit of -- well, whoever it is they're hotly pursuing -- the Kasa grabs one of them, negligently flings him into the nearest wall, and bolts after his prey, roaring again. "_SOLO!_" And a look that in any language would translate to 'Ohhhhh shit' flashes across the face of the black-haired man in velvet. He fires. He misses the Kasa, though the smaller reptiloid goes down, pinioned by circles of blue. And he runs with every ounce of strength he's got in him. Han_Solo(#1491POUA) This tall, rangy man moves with the loose and confident motions of a fighter, someone accustomed to getting into tight situations... and getting quickly right back out of them. Coal-black hair, cut pragmatically short, is slicked back from his forehead, giving clear view of well-defined black brows over eyes of an emerald green. His features are ruggedly handsome, weathered, and mature, and a barely detectable scar crooks across his chin. Currently, his attire is what might be described as a uniform of some sort, made of a velvet-like material that catches the light in subtle variations of color. Trousers, shirt, and boots all look expensive and tastefully tailored -- but the problem is, they're also quite rumpled. The shirt, halfway in color between a muted green and tan that sets off the hue of his eyes, has come free of his dark brown trousers. He had had a cloak, but it is now lost, revealling a shoulder holster for the heavy blaster pistol he's carrying. On his feet are a pair of brown leather boots that _were_ impeccably shined, but which have now picked up some wear and tear. His hair is thoroughly mussed, and there are small streaks of dirt all over him, but despite his disheveled appearance he nevertheless still appears rakish. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol Casey growls as she watches the coward run.." Ahh damn!", and opens fire on the Horansi, just grazing him with her shot, but enough to take his attention off Han for a momment.." Play with someone yer own size you Gootack-Nab!", this coming a strange language of her own, as she yells out, popping off warning shots around him, as first one guard get's hit and then the other. Taking just a momment she allows a sigh of release, before the Kasa glares towards casey and opens fire, spraying shots into the shop. Solo skitters off -- but not very far. The shouting woman catches his attention, and as he skids to a halt in Calrissian's expensive borrowed boots, the sight of the Kasa in full battle rage redirecting his wrath at the storefront is enough to keep him from vanishing entirely. A split second of indecision: who else is in there besides the woman? Can't risk letting bystanders be harmed -- though anybody with half a brain in that store would have dived for cover by now. The larger of the reptiloids, incensed that its smaller companion went down under Solo's stun blast, hisses out a burst of curses at the Kasa with the urgent word _Solo!_ standing out all too audibly in the midst of a stream of otherwise untelligible syllables. He gesticulates wildly in the direction of the fleeing Corellian, jabbering about numbers, very _big_ numbers, attached to that particular Corellian head... ... and the Kasa's rage is checked. Barely. He pauses to open his big fanged maw in a thundering snarl, through which more or less distinguishable Basic words can be gleaned: "Do not interfere with my Hunt, human woman!" And he whirls again, for his original prey. That prey thinks, _Uh oh..._ And takes off again, frantically reaching with his free hand for the pocket he _thought_ his comlink was in... only to find several small twisted bits of plastic where a functional comlink _had_ been before that reptiloid threw him into the table in the bar. Casey grrs and is distracted for a brief momment.." Hunt..", muttering to herself as her attention is turned again by two more of the Hutt's guards, that come running into the area. Taking care of them is a snap, as she opens fire as they run, each shot hitting the aimed for target. Jumping out of the shop window, she bellows loudly.." Kando unda nod idd You slime ball!", as she opens fire, warning shots really, mostly into the air. Han hasn't, in some time, had too much reason to have to test exactly how fast a human man in his mid-thirties can run. Now, he puts that to the test, even as he snaps glances in all directions in desperate search for decent cover from which he can return the blaster bolts the Horansi and his reptiloid companion are lobbing at him. He pumps off two blasts, both of which detonate against walls rather than their intended targets -- but then, Han's firing on the run. But just before he goes pelting around a corner, the reptiloid, hissing to itself in mounting anticipation, pulls out from under its loosely flowing garb a weapon decidedly _not_ of blaster ilk. Trusting the bigger and swifter Horansi to close the distance to the human, the reptiloid loads a wicked-looking projectile into the dart-launcher. With a lash of his tail, he skitters in the Horansi's wake. And just as Han goes leaping headlong over a pile of supply barrels some brilliant sentient had left in the middle of the walkway, the Horansi closes that gap between him. The Corellian whirls and scampers off down a sidelong alley, chased by the Horansi now roaring at the top of his lungs. Casey finishes the last guard off with a blast that's set on kill of course.. why use stun? She doesn't see the point. Catching sight of the obvious hunter taking off after the man, she grins to herself slightly.." Did he say Solo? I thought I heard him yell Solo..", and with that, she leaps with a dancers grace, over the wreckage of the window, taking off around the corner after the two, hugging herself protectively between the wall and the street lights. Glancing once behind her, she is satisfied no more guards are chasing, and concentrates now on the scene ahead of her, a small humorous smile on her lips.." What has he done now..", chuckling quietly to herself. Darting quickly across the street in a darkened shaddow, she waits, til the right opportunity to make her move. _They can't have changed the place around too much, can they?_ Han thinks wildly. The alley down which he's darted, last he knew, was a shortcut down to another level in the Corellian Sector. Now, though, he gets a rude awakening as to how, exactly, 'they' can have changed this area around in the years since he's set foot on the Smugglers' Moon. The alley is now a dead-end. The Horansi comes charging into the alley in Solo's wake -- and before the Corellian has time to do more than mutter "Oh boy", the big felinoid has caught up with him. A massive furred hand seizes him from behind, and all at once Han finds himself lifted up bodily off his feet. Desperately clinging to his blaster, he tries to get it swung round to where he can get a shot off into his assailant and never mind the close range -- but before he can get so lucky, the Kasa flings him into the nearest wall. His head spins; his vision darkens. The reptiloid reaches the mouth of the alley right about then, his tail lashing back and forth, beady eyes glinting as he brings his dart-launcher to bear. The Horansi might, as felines all over the galaxy have done since time immemorial -- even the sentient ones -- be wanting to play with his prey before taking it in, but the little reptile creature is more pragmatic. And so he takes aim, waiting for just the right moment to fire and drug the prey. Casey growls under her breath, as she catches the tail end of the scene, as she keeps herselfin the dark covering of shaddows, she aims at the reptiloid, and takes a steady breath.." Say night night my friend.. You won't get him if I can help it..", muttering quietly to herself, as she takes aim and fires, the blaster still set on kill. The killing blast catches the reptile creature from behind -- and his dart-launcher goes off involuntarily as his scaled hands clench on the trigger. The dart goes flying wild, and he goes down in a smoking heap. In the meantime, the stunned Solo has managed to lift his gun and fire -- but his blurring vision is reporting three Horansis to him, and the one at which he actually aims is not, unfortunately, the one that leaps forward and hoists him up again by the front of what's left of his fine shirt. The Kasa's free hand comes swinging around to cuff Solo along the side of the head, setting off an explosion of pain behind Han's eyes; still hoisted by the big feline, the Corellian goes limp, his blaster dropping out of his now-slack hand. Right about then, though, the big feline bounty hunter hears the blast that takes out his reptile companion, and his head swivels around. A snarl of surprise and fury bursts forth from his fanged mouth. Casey keeps hidden in the shaddows, barely even breathing. She takes the time to switch to stun.. She doesn't want to kill Solo by accident.. it's been too long since she's seen that bum. Smiling faintly, she raises her blaster, taking aim at the feline, the tip of the blaster just catching light in the street lamp, making it flicker before the bolt launches, heading towards the cat. That brief flicker is about all the warning the bounty hunter needs. He springs sideways, tucking Solo's limp form under one arm while taking aim and firing with his own sizeable weapon in the direction from which the stun blast had come. The Horansi isn't bothering with stun, not in the slightest; his gun spits forth unmistakably lethal bolts of red. Eyes widening at the sight of the bolt heading towards her, she dives towards the ground, raising the blaster head level, gaining as good of aim as she can, and fires off a shot.. Casey closes her eyes only for a fraction, saying a quick prayer, and opens them again, before rolling on the ground, trying to find better cover. Another roar sounds, but this one is tinged with annoyance and pain as the bolt grazes the Horansi's big befurred arm. There's not too much cover in the Horansi's end of the alley, but in Casey's, there's a bit more to work with: refuse containers and empty cartons and boxes. This doesn't appear to daunt the Kasa very much, though. He flings Solo back at the wall, for better ease in attacking this new prey, and begins to fire a volley of blasts before him to clear the way as he charges forth. Casey set's the blaster on kill this time, smiling coldly as she dives and crouches behind a crate.." Damn cat.. godown!", firing off a couple quick bolts, aiming up high for his head.." The mighty fall hard..", quoting to herself as she let's go another quick blasts. The Horansi hunter is big and fast and mean -- but he's not entirely stupid, not even in the heat of battle rage. As another strike blazes into him, leaving his side charred and smoking, the Kasa snarls in pain and fury. Three more bolts slice into the pile of refuse and cartons... and then he steels himself for a leap out towards the mouth of the alley. Whoever this unknown assailant is -- and he has time to wonder if it's the human woman who had shot at him before -- they're good enough to take down his partner. And wound him. Accordingly, though the big Kasa's fighting honor takes this _very_ badly... he opts for escape and retreat. With one last blast to cover his departure, the felinoid launches himself and springs, aiming to come down past that concealing cover... Casey watches his movement as best she can, while orchestrating a dive behind the other side of the crates, as the feline jumps over her. Snarling in pain, she feels a warm blast through her arm and barely has time to wince as she hits the ground, causing a grunt of pain to come forth, as she falls on the wounded arm.." Ah damn..", tossing the blaster into her other hand, and lifting it, taking as many shots as she can, before crawling deeper behind the crates, her right arm hanging limply, peering just around the side, aiming her blaster again. The Kasa lands. One last blast singes his tail... and with that, snarling, staggering, the creature bolts off out of the alley. Silence descends, at least in this immediate little portion of the Corellian Sector. Alarms are blaring in the distance, what with the damage that's been dealt to that storefront and the fight that broke out in the street... but as of yet, the only two individuals remaining in the alley are the woman who's shot the hunter, and the black-haired man lying crumpled on the ground. Casey watches the felines retreating form, lettin ou a slow and calming breath. Holstering her blaster, she peels off the eyepatch disguise, and get's up slowlly, making her way towards Han, allmost timidly as she kneels beside him, lifting his head, and gently resting it on her lap.." Oh Solo..Meeta una dwee nod ton?", her strange quiet language floating through the alley, as she smoothes his hair out of his eyes with a sigh.." We need to get you out of here ya bum.. And I'm making you pay for medical treatment!", chuckling a bit, she glances down the alleyway, keeping his head cradled there on her lap and takes a couple of calming breaths, as she tries to decide what to do. Some of the surface details have changed. That tousled black hair certainly wasn't that shade the last time Casey saw him -- and either he's disguised or else his taste in clothing has improved significantly over the last eight years, for the garb he's wearing, despite having been roughed up significantly and ripped in several places by the abuse the Horansi dealt him, is of noticeably expensive make. But the more fundamental details, the shapes of his features and his height and build, are certainly the same. No doubt about it, this man is Han Solo. And he seems whole enough on general inspection, save for a darkening bruise on one cheek and what promises to be a mighty bump rising up under his hair where the hunter's massive paw had decked him. As Casey shifts him into her lap, he stirs vaguely, a frown tugging at his mouth. His right hand fumbles toward his leg -- where, it might be noted, his holster _usually_ but is not currently located. Instead, the holster he's got on is situated along his torso. Casey hms as Han moves, and stills his hand moving gently with her own.." Okay fly boy.. Just sit tight, and we'll figure this out.. don't move. That Horansi knocked you around pretty good.", as she runs an experienced hand over his shoulders and arms, checking for any broken bones.." Okay.. that makes it a bit easier.. we can move you at least.. Just need to have you wake up now..", her gaze studying him intently, and she smiles faintly.." Once a trouble maker allways a trouble maker eh Han/", chuckling quietly to herself, as she runs a finger down his cheek.." We just need you to wake up..", still studying him closely, cradling his head gently on her lap. The back of Han's mind stirs first, trying to pull him back up out of unconsciousness -- and the first thing it reports is that something is keeping him from getting to his blaster. As this is defined in Solo's personal lexicon as Bad, he begins to rouse a little more, though his eyes are still shut. His right hand struggles against the unidentified hindrance that has intercepted it, while his left shifts to try to go palm-down against the litter-strewn pavement beneath him to give him leverage to try to spring up from where he lies. This sets off another detonation inside his skull -- and an answering one somewhere along his ribs. Still in street-fight mode, Han's dazed mind escalates the situation from Bad to Worse, and his prone frame goes stiff with pain and tension and adrenalin. _Gotta get up, I gotta get up, I gotta get outta here..._ Casey sighs as he stirs, a worried frown creeping over her features.." Han..", her voice gentle and quiet.. not at all like Casey these days.." its Canir.. I have you and yer safe for now.. but we need you to wake up.. Remember me?", and she smiles faintly as she tries to use her voice to stir him awake.." Mirra ana tu.. di nom mara kanib..", her voice gentle, as she softly sings the old lullaby she made up.." Remember that han? You used to like my voice.. Unless it was a line of course..", chuckling again good humordly, as she uses her good hand to gently stay his moving one.." It's all right Han.. be calm..", leaning over to gently help him sit up more, and gently shakes his shoulders. His arms and shoulders certainly seem intact, from the inspection they're given; apparently, the force of the impacts against the wall was taken by Solo's torso instead of his limbs. As he struggles to rise, though, the voice begins to get through to him. It occurs to him, dimly, that someone's got hold of his hand, and someone with a soft voice is speaking somewhere out there beyond the flashes of light swirling around behind his eyes. 'Female' registers with him when Casey starts to speak, before her actual identity does, and he might be heard to croak feebly, "L-Leia?" But then the rest of her words, and that snippet of song as well, get through. Not Leia. His eyes come open, hazed -- and green? Since when were his eyes that shade of emerald green? Casey frowns slightly at the name, as it registers a painfull part of her past. Gulping a bit, she forces her smile to stay in place, as she studies him.." Good.. your eyes are opening.. No.. no not Leia Han.. Canir.. remember me from Jabba's palace? We were friends.. a long time ago. Don't worry.. I'll just bill you later for the rescue..", sighing a bit and tries to hold him still.." Easy there killer.. Yer bodiesa bit worked over.. Prolly some internal injuries.. we need a doctor for you. Does that big furball still hang out with you? Can you get ahold of him?" Solo's uncharacteristically green gaze focuses, with difficulty, on the face leaning over him. Although it seems the Kasa did him some damage, still, comprehension comes into his eyes. "Canir," he repeats by way of recognition, baritone voice cracked and rasping. He settles down more because it hurts to try to rise than because he's urged to lie still -- but regardless of his motives, he stops trying to rise. "Comlink," he mutters then. His left hand starts fumbling now for the pocket where that device had been stowed. "Hadda comlink. Think I fell on it..." Casey hms and taps her chin.." What was the frequency? Mebbe we can get him with mine?", smiling down at him a bit.." I look a bit different these days.. A bit more cleaned up. But it's good to see you again Han, though I'm not too crazy about this situation. Where's Chewie now?" Casey You gaze upon a human female. Her blue eyes are bright, and most noticiblly her best feature. She wears her ash blond hair straight, and it ends at her shoulders. It parts down the middle, and the bangs have been bleached a bit lighter from the sun. Right now it is pulled back into a single thick braid, to keep off her face. Her fair skin only has the barest of cosmetics covering it, and she has no visible scaring on her face. Her Nose is straight and small, with high, defind cheekbones, full rosie lips, and a smoothe rounded jawline, giving her a slightly regal look about her. At the momment she is dressed in all black. A black jumpsuit, with a thick black bomber style jacket over top. Over her right eye is a black patch, and black gloves on her hands. On her feet are slightly scruffy boots, that lace up the front. A untility belt is around her waist, and a harness on her shoulder houses her blaster. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => M44 Blaster Pistol "Orbit," mutters the Corellian, thickly. His hand makes it into the pocke where he'd felt the cracked comlink before, and a grimace contorts his features as he feels multiple pieces where one device should be. "He's up in orbit. Outta sight... you gotta comlink?" Giving up on his own as a lost cause, growing more aware of the need to _move_, Solo then starts trying to rise again. "Gotta get outta here..." Casey smiles a bit at that.." Aye that we do fly boy.. Just take it easy. Let me help.. Comeon, take it slow.. don't need any more broken bones eh?", tossin him a smile as she studies him, helping him up.." The years have been good to you my friend.", her bad hand limp as she tries to manuver him with her good hand.." And yes, here.. Use my comlink.", letting go for a brief momment to pull the devise out of her pocket, and tucking it on his ear.." A head set. A bit on the fancy side. But it works." Han's face goes nearly gray as he makes it more or less into sitting up, and for a moment he slams his eyes shut, one hand clutching at his ribs. Casey's setting the comlink into place over his rumpled black hair, though, makes him force his eyes open again and peer at her blearily. "You're hurt," he rasps, brow furrowed. "Can't stay here. What happened to the Kasa?" Casey smiles a bit at that.." I'll live. His buddy, well is dead.. and he got the hint, after getting hit twice and hightailed it out of here like a smart kitty. He values his life too much m thinks.", tossing han a lopsided grin.." How do you think I got this little graze hmm? Who do you think was trying to distract him, so he couldn't finish the job he started?", her stern look going a bit softer, as she smiles at him.." Couldn't have him killing my favorite smuggler, now could I?" A short, hoarsely grunted curse is Han's first answer, then he mutters, trying to stand, "Gotta move... if he makes it back to the bar... I was recognized. We gotta move..." Casey sighs and moves to help him again.." Then stop dawdling and get on with it then!", smiling playfully at him.." And what cha do to piss the hunters off so badly hmm? Those stories true that you got a legit gig with the Rebels, and married Leia?", a tinge shooting through as she says the last part, sighing a bit before planting on her smile again.. She won't let him see her jealous.. she won't.." I don't need an angry wife ripping me apart, at not getting you home afely.. common then, let's move.", as she goes to help him up. 'Vertical', Han's body reports in sternly from several quarters, is _not_ a good state for him to be in. His head seems to him to swell till it's about the size of the _Falcon_, his ribs feel as though an irate rancor has stepped on him, and his vision goes gray around the edges for a few moments, filled with little whirling sparks of light. Trying to shake his head to clear it does not help, and he's forced to rely on the support of the woman beside him to keep him upright. "Gun," he mumbles then. "Blaster. Where's my blaster..." Casey hrm at that,a dn smiles a bit, it having been thrown near him.." There it is..", setting Han gently beside some crates for support, and retrieving the blaster, giving it a once quick over, making sure it was still functional." Here ya go Han.", tucking it back into his holster.."You won't need it for now.", glancing back towards the entrance and over to Han with a faint smile.." Where too? I'm just a visitor on this rock." Solo might have chosen to carry an alarmingly fragile comlink (for which, it might be added, he is now cursing himself mightily), but his blaster is as sturdy as they come and has clearly held up better than he did in the encounter with the Horansi. As it is returned to its rightful place at his side the Corellian straightens a little unconsciously, as though braced up by the gun's familiar presence, and a little bit more life seeps back into his eyes. Grimacing, still holding his ribcage with one hand, he rasps, "Makes two of us... coast clear? Need to keep outta sight..." It might also be noted that he hasn't yet confirmed or denied any of the rumors circulating through the galaxy's underworld about him -- but then again, they're a rather low priority at the moment. All of Solo's energy focuses for the time being on the immediate need of insuring his and his companion's safety. Casey nods faintly at that with a small smile.." As clear as it's gunna be.. Like I asked before.. where too? i can barely get from point A to point B around here.", as she takes his arm firmly in her hand, helping him along the side of the alleyway gently. [To be continued...]