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Characters Starring:

James Diamond as James Solo (Han Solo)

Lucy Stone as Princess Lucy Organa (Princess Leia Organa)

Kendall Knight as Kendall (Ken) Skywalker (Luke Skywalker)

Carlos Garcia as Carlos (Carlo) the Wookie (Chewie/Chewbacca)

Logan Mitchell as L3MO (C3PO)

Kelly Wainwright as General Wainwright

Katie Knight as Lieutenant Knight

Gustavo Rocque as Admiral Rocque (Admiral Ackbar)

Lightning, the dog actor as L2-N2

Amy Collins (Miss Collins) as Amelia Mothma, co-leader of the Rebel Alliance (Mon Mothma)

Reginald Bitters as Bitters the Hutt (Jabba the Hutt)

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

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The command centre was busy as always, tinny voices reporting in over headsets, soldiers and officers striding through the narrow spaces, a scene of organized chaos.

As organized as the Rebellion ever got, anyway.

Lucy did her best to ignore the noise around her as she leaned over the back of Katie's chair, eyes on the display in front of her. There had to be a way to reroute that convoy to avoid the New Imperial patrols along with the Corellian Trade Spine. The Alliance needed those supplies.

She took a moment while Katie called up the next report to stand up straight and stretch a little, her skin tingling with goosebumps. Even with two layers of cold-weather thermal gear, it was cold.

She glanced around the room, over towards the door, and stopped short. It had just opened again to admit someone, and when Lucy saw who it was, she had to bite back a curse on her lips.

Dark hair, swaggering stride at complete odds with the Rebels soldiers around him, navy jacket and half-open shirt in apparent disdain for the cold, and far more handsome features than he had any right to. James Solo, also known as the Smuggler Captain, hotshot pilot and an all-around good looking scoundrel.

He strode past a display, eyes scanning the room, and managed to turn around just in time to catch her looking at him.

Even that set her teeth on the edge. She had never met a man who could raise her hackles just by walking into a room.

It didn't help that every time he walked into a room, she managed to pick exactly that moment to look over at the door.

She gave him an arch look, raised her chin a little, and turned back to the display.

It didn't work. The background noise that had been almost soothing before now distracted her, because James' voice was cutting through it, and because she couldn't help wondering what he was even doing here. The man was impossible to ignore. Lucy knew; she had tried. She still did. She'd never been one to be intimidated by impossible.

"Solo." That was Kelly Wainwright's voice, a familiar mixt of matter-of-fact and impatient; somehow, she always managed to give the impression of being interrupted in the middle of something important. Lucy chanced another look. James had his back to her now, facing Kelly, so he wouldn't be able to catch her this time.

"The planet appears to be as barren and lifeless as ever, General," James said, his voice all business. Lucy had to fight by keeping from making a face. Maybe this was why he'd come to report in person, to have the opportunity to make it as verbose and flowery as possible. The man loved his words.

Or maybe he just loved the sound of his voice saying them.

"The sensors are in place," James went on. "If any unannounced visitors do decide to drop by, you'll know about it."

Lucy frowned. Why the hell was he here? That was hardly the kind of report he needed to give in person, and he hated giving reports at the best of times. In fact, from what she could see of him is that, he looked nervous.

James Solo, nervous. Now there was a new concept.

Kelly just nodded. "Has Commander Skywalker reported in yet?"

"No, he's investigating a meteorite that impacted near his assigned route."

Lucy braced herself inwardly, but Kelly barely reacted to the change in plans. Maybe she'd finally resigned herself to the fact that James and Ken were involved, there was always a change in plans.

"All the meteor activity will make it a lot harder to spot approaching ships." Was all the general said.

It came out then, in a rush that told Lucy exactly why James had come in person, and why he hadn't stopped for an argument with her on the way. "General, I need to leave. I can't stay any longer."

It took Lucy a second to realize that he didn't mean the command center. He meant the Rebellion.

He was leaving her.

It was like being punched in the gut, an icy shook that settled in Lucy's stomach, colder than Hoth. She'd always known that'd leave sooner or later. She hadn't realized that until right now, she'd been hoping he wouldn't.

Kelly's eyes seem to flicker over James' shoulder to Lucy for a split second, but her expression shows only a mild disappointment. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, well, there's still a price on my head. If I don't pay off Reginald Bitters, I'm not much longer for the world of the living." James said, and Lucy marveled distantly at how he could make a dying sound like poetry.

"It can't be easy to live with a death mark like that." Kelly actually sounded sympathetic, and there was a smile on her face now as he she held out her hand to him. "You're a good fighter, Solo. I hate to lose you."

James shook her hand with his good one, and nodded. "Thank you, General."

He turned sharply, almost aggressively, a touch of almost military discipline in the movement hinting at a past that Lucy still knew hardly anything about. It was too late to pretend that she hadn't noticed him, but since she was well within earshot, there was no way he'd have bought it anyway.

Besides, this was not something she needed to deny. He knew how he felt about this.

Which was probably why there was an extra dose of defiance and arrogance lifting his chin as he strode over to her. "Well, your Highness, I guess this is it."

And just like that, the coldness in her gut flared into white-hot anger. He had a talent for making her angry at the best of times, just by being so insufferably smug and unreasonably confrontational and sarcastic, but this was worse.

Two years. Two years, countless battles, too many moments that had her thinking that maybe she could count on him… and this was how it ended?

This is it.

But if he didn't care, then damn it, neither would she.

She lifted her chin, anger making her movements sharp and her eyes cold. He was not getting a thing from her. Ken would be upset to see him go, and he'd readily admit, but Lucy would not. She was ice.

"Guess so." Was all she said, gratified that her voice came out just as controlled and icy as she'd meant it to. Since meeting James, she'd found a dozen new uses for her diplomatic training; this was definitely one of them.

It didn't seem to be the reaction he'd been hoping for, and Lucy could see it on his face. She could match his fire, but he couldn't do ice the way she could. He tried; she could see him wrestle to regain his balance, but she'd just scored a hit.

Even when he smirked, it wasn't the arrogant, untouchable expression that never failed to raise her hackles. It was a poor attempt at best, the kind of defiance that only confirmed that he was covering up a hit then scoffed. "Don't get all mushy on me." He all but snarled. "So long, Princess."

He stormed out of the command center, and if the door hadn't been automatic, Lucy thought he would have slammed it.

She hesitated for an instant. But she had hit a nerve, it had been written all over his face. Much as he pretended not to, he did care – what she thought, how she felt, maybe a little of both. He wasn't walking away without any second thoughts.

Which meant that she might be able to persuade him not to walk away at all.

And if she couldn't, she could at least vent some of her anger at him rather than snapping at Ken or one of the droids later.

She squeezed past Katie's chair and hurried out of the door.

"JAMES!"

He was still within sight, striding down the corridor, and he came to an immediate stop when she called his name. "Yes, your Highnessness?"

She hated it when he did that, but this time she brushed past it, not about to let him sidetrack her into another stupid argument about her name (to be followed by a snide or suggestive comment, no doubt; she'd been down that hyperspace lane before). She stopped directly in front of him, facing him across the corridor. "I thought you were decided to stay?"

Evidently that wasn't quite what he was hoping for either as he just stands there in front of her with both hands on his hips. "Well, the bounty hunter we ran into Mendel changed my mind."

The memory of that particular incident was still fresh in Lucy's mind, too, a simple supply run turned sour when two of Bitter's minions tracked James down. She'd yelled at him for that; for jeopardizing the mission, for putting her in danger, for dragging her into his stupid vendetta.

She'd regretted it almost immediately when she'd seen the look on his face. She'd apologized too, and she'd thought that they were past it. Yes, there was a price on his head, but it wasn't like that was rare around here. They were all wanted for treason, especially Lucy herself. James had lived with it for years now. This was not just about that.

She suddenly blurted out unexpectedly that she shouldn't say out loud to him. "James, we need you!"

"We need?" He leaned down short with a surprised expression on his face.

"Yes!" Lucy nodded once, staring at him.

"Or what about you need?" Changing the question easily, while looking down at her face.

She caught the change in pronoun, unclear as it was, and a little jolt in her stomach reminded her that this man had a tendency to flip the subject and trap her in innuendo if she wasn't careful. Granted, this didn't seem like the kind of situation where he would, but another she'd learned about James Solo was that you just never knew.

If in doubt, feign ignorance. "I need? I don't know what you're talking about."

He snapped the fingers of his good hand in front of her face, gave her a look as if she'd just narrowly missed the right answer in a pop quiz. "Ah, you probably do."

And he was walking away from her, and she was chasing after him, unable to let it go. "And what precisely am I supposed to know?"

"Oh come on!" He ground out, storming along the corridor like a man on a mission. "You want me to stay because of the way you feel about me!"

She almost lost her patience completely. Of course she did. He knew that she wanted him to stay, she'd made no secret of it. In fact, she'd taken great pains to impress on him that she considered him an important asset, that she valued his help and his skills, all personal difficulties aside. She had reached out to him even when the others wanted to write him off; she trusted him, because she knew he was more than just a smuggler captain out for himself.

"Yes!" She exclaimed. "You're a great help to us, you're a natural leader—"

He rounded on her then raised his finger pointedly in front of her face. "No! That's not it." He leaned back, as if to better regard her; one of the techs used the chance to squeeze past, not giving either of them a second glance. The princess arguing with the smuggler had, in retrospect, become something of a routine occurrence. Even Ken had given up on trying to meditate.

James narrowed his eyes at her and raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Princess, admit it."

She caught onto his meaning then, and sought refuge behind an extra-cold glare. She hated it when he did this, too, steering towards this odd territory of innuendo and something else, just barely glimpsed beyond it. She could have handled the flirting. What she couldn't handle was the sneaking suspicion that, if she ever reciprocated, she'd soon find herself in deeper than she wanted to get.

With anyone.

But she had other reasons. She was doing this for Ken, for the Alliance, for morale, for everyone. There was no time for her personal feelings. Besides which, even if she was in any way attracted to him – and she knew for a fact that no one could prove that – she knew better than to get involved with a man like James Solo. A man constantly on the verge of leaving.

The thought put a little extra ice into her reply. "You're imagining things."

The hint of smugness disappeared, replaced by anger again. "Is that so? Then why is it you're following me? Were you worried I'd leave you without a goodbye kiss?"

She drew back, no longer quite as cool and controlled as she'd like, feeling the fire in her eyes again. Of all the arrogant, insufferable— "I'd just as soon kiss a Wookie!"

"I can arrange that!" James shot back. "You could use a good kiss!"

And with that, he was storming off again, anger vibrating from every stride.

This time, Lucy didn't follow. Instead, she stared after him, anger still rolling inside of her.

She should have known better than to go after him in the first place. Should have known that there was no convincing him, stupid mercenary that he was—

But she cut her own mental diatribe short, because she knew it was unjust. There was more to him than money, whether he'd admit it or not. Whether he wanted it or not.

But it looked like he was determined to stay on this path, and she would not beg, and she would not cry.

Just another mark in the losses column.

This one just hurt more than most.

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~*Meanwhile at the Palm Woods "THEATER" where all of the people inside the hotel near at the pool watch at the screen*~

Carlos: Whoa, I am seriously cast as Chewbacca! THAT'S AWESOME!

Logan: Well, Me as C3PO doesn't look bad, I think.

Kendall: Me as Luke Skywalker ... that's cool. I've always wanted to be like Luke when I was a kid.

James: Yeah, I'm pretty sure you are but Wow! I can't believe we are cast in the remake of STAR WARS! Not to mention me as Han Solo, I look pretty good as him.

Kendall: Well, you do act like him.

James: I know! Especially Lucy, she's absolutely perfect as Princess Leia. Beautiful and feisty.

Lucy: As much I begrudgingly hated to admit, I kind of like Leia. She's badass.

James: Oh, I bet you are, sweetheart.

Lucy: Call me that again or I will kill you.

James: Aww, but I like calling you that.

Lucy: ... I hate you.

James: I love you, sweetheart.