Log Date:
	7/24/99

Log Cast:
	Han Solo, Casey/Canir, Dan Kantos (NPC emitted by Davin Rivax), 
Pasha (NPC emitted by Ehridane)

Log Intro:
	And in the latest episode of the Lando Calrissian "It Seemed Like a
Good Idea at the Time" Annals, Han has let his incorrigible friend convince
him and Chewbacca to accompany him to Nar Shaddaa in search of some illicit
transponder parts. But as is almost always the way, the trio has run into
trouble: a barroom brawl, a Horansi bounty hunter who has wounded Han, and a
woman out of Han's past who has abruptly appeared to save his life. And now,
following the fight with the Horansi, the woman Han once knew as "Canir" 
tries to help Han get to safety....

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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.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol 

_Nice plan, Calrissian... real nice plan, pal..._ With gritted teeth, Solo 
  repeats this mantra over and over to himself as he and his unexpected 
  rescuer go creeping as best they can out of the alley where the Horansi had 
  cornered him... and where the woman Han knows as Canir had chased off the 
  felinoid bounty hunter. Sirens are still blaring in the distance, but at 
  least some measure of fortune is with them, for they're able to put some 
  space between themselves and the alley as well as the bar where the original 
  brawl between Solo, Calrissian, and the Horansi had taken place to start 
  with.
Moving with a pounding headache and ribs that are very likely cracked, though, 
  still takes some time. And so, by the time Solo manages to lead his 
  companion several levels further down into the Corellian Sector, he is pale 
  and subtly shaking with exhaustion, sweat sheening his brow. Still, though, 
  he hauls himself determinedly along, till at last a corner is reached not 
  far from his intended destination. "We're headin' there," he whispers to 
  Casey at his side. "Calrissian should know to meet us, and if we're lucky I 
  can call Chewie from in there and not have to worry about bein' picked up 
  on..." His voice shows signs of the energy getting down here has cost him, 
  too, turned low and harsh and gravelly as he speaks.

Casey sighs as she follows along with Han, holdong her wounded arm against 
  her.." Keep to the shaddows and I'll cover you fly-boy.. I guess some things 
  never change..", muttering to herself as she shakes her head.." I dunno if I 
  believe the rumor you've gone legit.. Still too much of a trouble maker..", 
  her blaster drawn and ready, as she covers Han's back, constantly looking 
  behind ehr as they move.

Walking outside the shop, a tall man dressed completely in black clothing is 
  pacing around in the streets of the Corellian Sector. He is glancing around 
  the streets and buildings with his piercing blue eyes. He puts his BlasTech 
  EE-3 Blaster Rifle into it's holster on his right leg as he adjusts his 
  armor. He notices something move in an alley to the right of him as he whips 
  his rifle out of it's holster. He slowly walks into the alley but turns back 
  around soon enough, mumbling. "Bah, it's nothing." He looks back up as a 
  transport flies above a nearby building and he appears to get irritated by 
  the noise.

Pasha looks over her glasses at some of her... unusual merchandise. The 
  sign: "Pasha's Pleasure Palace" flickers several times with a neon glow, 
  then goes out. "Vat da hell?" She murmurs irritatedly, moving away from the 
  shelves of long, cylindrical elements, and waddles over to the window. Her 
  squat, seventy-year old frame was just not made to move with any speed, and 
  her increased size and decreased level of exercise has put her well into her 
  "golden years". She bends over awkwardly, peering out through her 
  half-glasses at the burned out sign. "Soooo, yew decide to short out now, 
  eh? Ve vill see about dat."

Wait... Pasha's... Pleasure... Palace? Han scowls up at the unfamiliar sign 
  that _should_ have been sporting the name and logo of the cantina he and 
  Lando were expecting. A low oath escapes him, but -- well, no time to waste. 
  Maybe he can get a clue within on where the nine hells Sh'var and his 
  cantina have wound up. "C'mon," he grunts to Casey, his own hand on his 
  blaster, as he's more comfortable with it in his hand rather than in the 
  shoulder holster he still hasn't had time to move back to its proper place 
  on his thigh. The Corellian edges through shadow as far as he can, but the 
  last little distance between himself and the front door of the... er... 
  Palace is entirely open. With an effort, he straightens himself up into as 
  casual a stance as possible, and prepares to approach his destination. His 
  face, however, is not as casual as he'd like, reflecting just a little bit 
  of consternation at this particular turn of events.

Casey puts on a smile, and absently runs a hand through her hair as she simply 
  chuckles at the front of the building, shaking her head.." You definately 
  haven't changed dear..", winking at him, she casually tucke her blaster back 
  in it's holster, her good arm going through Hans, and helps to lead him into 
  the shop, not saying another word, her other hand fingering her eyepatch 
  briefly.

Dan_Kantos continues looking around, probably looking for something or 
  someone. He turns to his right and notices two people standing at the 
  doorway of a store - Pasha's Pleasure Palace. He moves forward and squints 
  to see if he can make out one of the two people, who looks familiar. His 
  eyes seem to almost pop out of his head as he is startled by what he sees. 
  "Solo...? Nah, can't be. What the hell would he be doing at...Pasha's 
  Pleasure Palace. I thought the scoundrel was married. Hmpf." He turns back 
  around and continues walking down the street and catches a lift to the 
  spaceport.

Pasha takes one of the... uhm, cylindrical objects... and taps at the sign 
  vigorously. The sign lets out a spark, which send a spark into the object, 
  which begins whirring and vibrating uncontrollably. She yips, dropping it, 
  her glasses flying off her face, but not to the floor. A silver chain 
  connects both arms together, which causes the fragile half-glasses to bounce 
  off her very sturdy bosom. "You leetle stuck auf sheiss!" Breathing a sign 
  of relief, she groans, as she bends over, her legs straining against her 
  weight. Her face turns beet red, as she finally grasps the object, with much 
  effort. She straightens up, just as the door swings open. Too close to the 
  door, she takes it square in the nose, sending her onto her back and feet 
  straight up in the air. "Gracious! Vat da hell?!?!?"

Han's not a bit bemused by the sight of a door that swings rather than slides 
  -- this is, after all, Nar Shaddaa, and an eclectic mix of technologies is 
  only one of many things one can find on the Smugglers' Moon. What _does_ 
  bemuse Solo, though, as he edges into the establishment, is the sight of 
  that apparently rotund form on the floor with her feet sticking up, and he 
  actually stops and staggers for a moment in a double-take, the blaster he's 
  holding lowering down in startlement. "Wha...?"

Casey sops short and blinks, staring at the form laying on the floor, feet 
  straight up and blinks again, trying hard not to laugh, before sputtering 
  out a laugh.. Making her way towards her, she grin that lopsidd smile of 
  hers, and reachs out her good hand to help her up.." He.. Let me madame..", 
  crouching her legs to get a good stance, she she herself doesn't go tumbling 
  over.

Pasha's pudgy, yet tawny, face changes from a look of shock to a look of 
  welcome! "Hallo! Velcome to my eshhhhhtablishment! I am Pasha!" She waddles 
  back up to her feet, grinning through stained teeth and a poor choice of 
  lipstick color. "My, you are a big vone! Lots of shhhhhtamina! Vat sort of 
  merchandise do you vish to try?" She winks rather bemusedly, albeit 
  flirtatiously at Han. She looks at Casey, "Mebbe somezing for ze both of yoo?

Oh boy. Han Solo has been for the past nearly twenty years more than 
  comfortable dealing with women of practically any species, shape, size, and 
  color... but this one gives him a bit of pause. _I musta taken a harder 
  knock on the skull than I thought..._ He shakes his head to try to clear it 
  -- a bad idea, for his tall battered form tilts a degree or two sideways 
  before he can fight off the dizziness. It takes him some effort to call up 
  something resembling his normal crooked grin, and he rasps as politely as he 
  can, "Uh, nothin' for me, thanks, ma'am... we just need some information..."

Casey stands aside quietly after helping her up, a small smile purely humorous 
  covering her lips, as she regards the other woman, and let's Han do the 
  talking.. Is is the master after all..tossing him a wry look of ausement as 
  she studdies him briefly, thoughts racing through her mind.

Pasha cocks her head, looking out the window at all the commotion that 
  followed her two customers, "Not here... follow." She waves Han and Casey 
  forward, to the back of the shop, past the chains, whips, epoxies, 
  lubricants, and sauces. She waddles at top speed, grabbing an over-elongated 
  cylinder from the back shelf, something that no normal orifice would 
  accomodate. She is unscrewing the bottom of this... fallic object. "Don't 
  vorry, I vont bite eizah of yoo." She points to the back room.

Casey arches a brow as she keeps and eye on the woman, tossing han a wry 
  smirk, before letting him lead the way and following along quietly.

Frek it, his head seems to be swelling up to three times its normal size, and 
  never mind any snide commentary Leia or Chewie might make about it being 
  that way anyway due to his ego. Han tries to hide his grimace as he forces 
  himself across the room. His gun's still out, as he's not entirely convinced 
  yet this place is safe, but by the time he makes it where Pasha directs, his 
  face has gone white and the hand that isn't holding the blaster is shaking.

Pasha finishes removing the lid from the cylinder, and shakes some blue 
  power-battery sized smaller cylinders into her hand. She tosses both of them 
  at Casey, for her to catch. "Uze deeze on your boyfriend here. Zey are 
  bacta." She turns, presses a button just outside the backroom door, and the 
  neon lighting displaying "OPEN" under her burned-out sign now flickers, 
  "CLOSED". She slams the door to the back room, waddling over to a stack of 
  blankets. "My zon, Sh'var, zaid zomevone like yoo might be showing up at my 
  doorshhhtep when last I shhhpoke to heeem ze othah day. I am Sh'var's 
  mother. That shhhcheming zon auf mine told me to watch heez store.

Casey smiles faintly at the woman and takes the cylinder, ripping her shirt 
  sleeve to use as a cloth, and start to apply it gently to Hands 
  wounds.."Easy there fly-boy..", her voice quiet and soothing as she tries to 
  clean Han up a little.

Twin jolts of shock hit Han's system all at once. "Not her boyfriend," he 
  mumbles, even as he tries to peer at Pasha, trying to register this round 
  little female as Sh'var's mother. It hadn't ever occurred to him that an 
  enormous, burly fellow like Sh'var, who's only saved from being mistaken for 
  a Wookiee by the fact that he isn't furry, could even have _had_ a mother. 
  He hisses involuntarily as Casey goes for the bruise on his temple, 
  protesting thickly, "M'okay, I'm okay..."

Casey tosses Han a dark glance.." We can discuss politics later my boy.. Right 
  now.. these need tending.. So sitstill and shutup!", barking this out 
  quietly as she stares him down, before continuing again, her voice quiet.." 
  I just found you again.. I most certainly am not oing to LOSE you again.. 
  Now just hush!", her patience running thin, as she continues to dab at his 
  wounds with the bacta, her hands gentle but firm, forgettingabout her own 
  injury for the time being.

Pasha topples over the blankets, to reveal a foot locker. She kicks it 
  with her heavy pump, opening it. She bends over, groaning again. Out comes a 
  very large repeating blaster. She grabs a clip, slapping it into its 
  undercasing. She slings the bandolier over her shoulder, prepping the weapon 
  with a push of a button. "Zat zon auf mine needs to do less eating and more 
  thinking..."

Sitting... he _is_ sitting. Han frowns, only now belatedly having registered 
  that he'd stumbled to and sank stiffly down upon the nearest chair... and 
  bothered that his increasingly sluggish mind hadn't registered that. About 
  to bat irritably at Casey's attentions -- the bruises are superficial, after 
  all, and bacta isn't going to do a damned thing for the fire in his ribcage 
  -- he stops and stares muzzily at Pasha and her arsenal she's bringing 
  forth. "Listen... Pasha... where is he...?" he blurts.

Pasha says, "Zat fat bastahd got drunk again and is in ze slammah. Yoo 
  are Han Zolo, eh? Don't look one bit like your vanted postah."

[Unfortunately we were never able to finish this scene, but I have posted it
 here for posterity. It can be assumed that with Pasha's help, Casey got
 Han patched up as best she could, though Han was disappointed that Sh'var
 was out of his reach! But Han and Casey haven't seen the last of the 
 Horansi bounty hunter, either, and will be separated by him before returning
 at last to the _Deliverance_... End log.]