A Charming Rogue . . .

Han Solo

A wedding AND a funeral?

Oh, don't think that I don't DO it. It's just . . . odd, that is all. Then again, when they explain that not only will this wait it is more along the lines of celebrating the same thing (life and death being connected and all that).

. . .

Well, they pay well enough, so if they wanted something like that . . . then why not?

I'm well enough familiar with that particular . . . . look that the newlyweds give each other as they go off to . . . some remote corner of the Falcon and . . . celebrate.

Hey, I'm no sheltered "ivory tower" type. Learned a few things on the street before now, you know. I know that look...

By the looks of some of the others here of their group, they know what that looks means as well!

Well, that said that other business with the funeral (followed by "proper grieving") was odd . . . but then again . . . I've heard of some spacefarers out there who's last wishes are their ashes being scattered among the stars. Usually it's by a ship going about using sub-light engines and not going around at lightspeed, that way the ashes have . . .

. . .

Have a longer "shelf life", as it were. Oh, eventually they'd probably be swept up in one fashion or another due to gravity (burning up on reentry into a planet with atmosphere, perhaps). Maybe even drawn into a black hole or whatnot. Yeah, they say nothing lasts forever (as defeatist as that sounds). It is just that those ashes that I just shot out of the Falcon got majorly disrupted by the forces of hyperspace once beyond the protective fields of the Falcon! Cannot say that they're even matter anymore, those ashes.

But to each their own, I guess. At least . . . these strange ones seem a bit less pensive. That is something of a relief, actually. It seemed to almost be hanging around in the background like some kind of . . .

Well, I'm . . .

I'm . . . not going to knock it. At least by way of the ceremony I now know the names of all the benefactors I've taken aboard here.

Nice thing to know, considering that they knew MY and Chewie's name and up until then we'd not even known that much about them. Yeah, yeah! I know! Bad business practice to ask TOO many questions about paying customers in my particular line of work, but . . . then agin just HOW many customers do YOU know of who can change shape from a large . . . winged lizard . .creature (looked almost like some illustrations of dragons of legend, for gods' sake). That and change themselves back to something looking human.

Oh, there are races out there who are able to assume different forms, but it is . . . nothing to the scale to which I just say back dirtside, you know! That and what in the hell was that-that . . . fear that rolled off of this Sigin?

Nearly had to change my shorts, for the love of . . . ! Chewie almost had to do the same thing and he doesn’t even WEAR anything, you know!

. . .

What have I gotten myself into here?

Apparently, according to my guests here I'm rather well known in their parts! Now, while flattering enough . . . just what parts are we talking about here?

Who ARE these people?

Well, won’t do to upset them by asking too many direct and awkward questions. I and Chewbacca here plan on asking in a . . . round about and harmless manner. Nothing to get them upset and . . .

Maybe it’ll be enough to know what to do with them if we should NEED to do something with them here soon enough (like say . . . throw them out an airlock?)

Though honestly . . . I don’t know just HOW we’d really manage that, if we get into some kind of fight to DO that. The Falcon has a few tricks up her sleeve (done some major mods on her), but even then . . .I don’t think they’d be easy meat!

Chewie’s going to engage one of them in some kind of games and maybe . . . something will slip.

Myself? Oh, I plan on plying my charms on one members of this group. But which one, I have to ask. Can’t be this “Ben Kenobi” characters (where did they dig up this old fossil?). He’s retired to a corner and . . . for the life of me looks like he’s meditating.

Who does he think he is, some kind of Jedi?! Feh!

Well, fake holy knight or not, he’d been tired looking even WHEN we’d met in the bar so I won’t bother his resting/meditating (whatever).

No doubt I start waking people up and asking questions won’t go over too well, eh? Counterproductive.

Can’t see me charming that one woman with that jewel in her forehead. She’s . . . kind of a sharp one and I don’t think I’d get far with her. Besides, she and that old guy they call just “the doctor” just seem to be . . . .interested in each other and only that.

Okay.

As for the twins of that dark eyed (and pointed eared) couple I’d just married, they’re . . . too into each other for MY charms to have any effect. No, before ask (and earn yourself a trip floating HOME) . . . I’d have tried on the female, jerk!

. . .

Don’t have anything against those who’d go for the men, but I am interested in the opposite sex, thanks! Live with it and you . . . will live longer, got it?

That gray skinned woman named Chiana is also out! Not only is she totally into Sigin (he who is of the big and bad reptile persuasion at times) . . . I somehow get the odd sensation . . . she’s as street smart as ME! Perhaps . . . even more so? Maybe has done some smuggling on the side?

Whatever the case, I ain’t going to get far with her!

The other short, pointed eared people Chewie plans on engaging in some fashion or form. If not in games then in perhaps technical ship discussions. That one blonde elf in particular made some comments about my ship that were . . .actually rather educated. She at least has SOME skill to her, I feel. Maybe that'll be the route to getting to know of her group better, through her and Chewie talking shop? Maybe.

DEFINETLY a no go situation with "Wilhelmina Murray Quatermain" because . . . while she's cordial enough I sense she'd give me LITTLE to no shift if I was to try to charm information out of her. She has an . . . air to her that . . . . Well, gut instinct says that I'd better look elsewhere. Besides, I figure that her husband might object . . . And brother I don't like the vibes I get off of thaty guy if I have to throw down on him, for some reason.

Something . . . familiar about him . . .

The droids? Well, maybe, but honestly that's only a last resort. Droids are ignored a lot but learn and hear things, but . . While one can learn a LOT through droids, I don't think that this group is the type to let too much be known to such . . . potential loose ends, shall we say.

That leaves the more . . . . reserved members of this strange group. They’re rather short . . . but oh MY they are . . .

Well, let us just say that they’re not hard on MY eyes. Maybe they’ll talk. Seen them looking . . . interested in my direction from time to time. Now, who to lavish my attention on, eh? Bambi or Fifi?

1. Hm, maybe both? And . . . who knows how far we shall go. We have a bit of time yet to get to our destination, anyway. . .

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