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[haveyourmoments]

I’m on Coruscant for the farce that is the Imperial Senate, knowing how precarious my position is as I work secretly with the Rebellion. I’m told that there is a new prisoner, thrown in jail without a trial for treason and dissent, and I can’t help but want to see him with my own eyes. To see if he’s truly figured out the evils of the Empire.

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[haveyourmoments]

“Don’t get your hopes up. You couldn’t handle me,” I say, flashing him a wicked grin.

[going_solo]

“Is that a challenge? I like a challenge,” I say.

[haveyourmoments]

“Oh, I’m a challenge alright,” I grin. “But are you really up for it?”

[going_solo]

“You bet your tiara, Princess,” I say, enjoying this maybe more than I should, given the circumstances.

[haveyourmoments]

I glare at him, because who’s rescuing who right now, exactly?

[going_solo]

I can, throw up my hands with a shrug. “Let’s go find Chewie.”

[haveyourmoments]

We make our way to the other facility, but I stop him short before we enter. “They don’t treat them well here, understand? So your friend…he might not be in the best shape.”

[going_solo]

I’m sure the colour drains from my face, then, as all humour disappears from my brain. “Let’s go get him.”

[haveyourmoments]

We bluff our way inside under entirely false pretenses, and when we find Chewie he looks in astonishingly bad shape for such a large creature.

[going_solo]

I want to exclaim but I don't want to make a fuss, reaching to examine his shape when we eventually get into the cell. "How could they treat you like this?" I murmur.

[haveyourmoments]

I can’t understand the Wookiee’s response but I can easily identify the sorrow in his tone, and Han’s concern for him. I look away for a moment, feeling like I’m intruding on a private moment, but then j clear my throat. “We’re going to have a hard time getting out of here, we better get going.”

[going_solo]

“Yeah, okay. Let’s get out of this place, Chewie,” I say, heading out with him on my tail and a mixture of relief and guilt and having him found him as we did.

[haveyourmoments]

Through some miracle we manage to past the lazy guards and onto my ship, and I immediately lead them towards my cabin, gesturing for Chewie to take my bed.

[going_solo]

Chewie initially roars in refusal but exhaustion gets the better of him and slumps onto the bed, quickly passing out.

[haveyourmoments]

Once I’m satisfied he’s comfortably asleep, I turn to face Han. “There’s a guest cabin, but something tells me you’d rather stay and keep your eye on him?”

[going_solo]

“Yeah,” I say softly. Then: “I’ve never seen him look so… small.”

[haveyourmoments]

“I can’t imagine what he’s been through,” I say, just as soft. “What you’ve both been through.”

[going_solo]

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” I say, wry, returning to my sense of humour.

[haveyourmoments]

I shake my head, giving him a half-smile. “I’ll have the kitchen prepare food for both of you.”

[going_solo]

“As much as I appreciate being fussed over, you really don’t have to,” I say.

[haveyourmoments]

“I’m a princess with a fully staffed ship, you’re getting food whether you like it or not,” I say with a smirk. “Besides, I don't think your friend would be happy knowing you denied him food…”

[going_solo]

"Well, okay," I say, at little sheepish. "For Chewie."

[haveyourmoments]

“Good answer,” I say, feeling oddly protective of the both of them. “Go and lay down, grab an hour of rest?”

[going_solo]

I want to say no, to spend more time with her, but exhaustion gets the best of me. "Wake me if I don't?"

[haveyourmoments]

“Promise,” I say, giving his arm a soft squeeze before I head off to tend to some business, stopping along the way to order some food for the boys.