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"And buddy you'd better point that blaster somewhere else or I'm gonna take it from you and give your g****mn brainpan a much overdue cleaning." a male voice says from somewhere to the side and behind Han Solo.

. . .

Sigh, I love my brother but sometimes I tend to think he could be a touch . . . overprotective of those he cares for and leave at that. Then again, you'll probably remember what happened to one certain Mr. Griffin when he went and did something rash with B'Elanna (re: 49370). This is just a continuation of that revelation, you could say. He's trying to help me, really . . .

However . . .

Right now he's not really HELPING things by pointing HIS weaponry at Han's back.

. . .

Sigh, right now as an aside I bet you thought I had wanted to give our dear captain a piece of my mind (rather loudly) about what he tried to do and then go into just WHY he shouldn't have done it. Only thing here is that we'd not told him ANYTHING about those young girls' (Fifi's and Bambi's) situation, so where would have been my justification, eh?

Being that as it is, I would have reason to chew him out. Yeah, when you consider that he thought that the girls here were just consenting adults and all that. . . .

Hey, I might be a bit . . . conservative on a few things but that is not one of them.

Alas, there is more to it (the reason why'd I come running, invisible or not). First, I came running when I hear the tone of voice that C3-PO was using with Solo. It was laced with a . . . emotion that one usually does not hear EVER in his voice from the movies, disgust and anger. Or at least not disgust directed at an organic. Should think that wouldn't go over too well with Han, alas. Indeed, even after all the years the movie Han Solo had known the golden rod, he'd nearly had a fit (and gotten physical) with C3-PO over his refusal at impersonating a diety to win Solo and friends freedom from the Ewoks back in . . .

Well, you get the idea. Solo wouldn't take too well to getting "lip" from a droid. I didn't want the golden one gotten blasted, you dig? Was going to take over the presentation if only to defuse that ticking time bomb, anyway. Bottom line for the coming in to take over the coversation thread was for the droid's sake (who's kind of letting his ego try to cash checks his body can't cash)....

As for why was I going around invisible? Bad vibes. Someone was trying to look my direction, psychically. Something that I feel was definitely on the Dark Side of the Force . . . and given the local we all find ourselves in I fear it might only be the Emperor Palpatine himself? Well, if he managed anything (even a blurry picture) I hope it was only of an empty room, what with the rather superb magical qualities of the Atlantian invisibility cloak Regent Malachi gifted me with so long ago.

Well, that is all nice but to the matter at hand! Bottom line and result, was that I startled Solo when I popped back into view

"Could we not?" I ask both him and Solo. "This frankly is getting just a touch . . . dangerous and could end up with a bit of a mess which I for one would rather not have to be tasked with cleaning up, capish?"

The last term, while perhaps nontranslatable from the tongue I'm actually speaking in to Basic (the human tongue of the Star Wars universe), it's meaning translates if only by context.

"My mistake," Solo says after a moment of hesitation, putting up one hand as if to try his own brand of Jedi mindtricks to calm the situation (but more like a gesture of peace in reality). "You . . . just startled me, that's all."

After seeing my brother lower his weapon (and Solo visibly relaxing now because of that . . . must tell him sometime how elves can sneak up on most human beings like that even in sparse cover settings), I turn back to business at hand.

"I would imagine that but then again with that damnable Sith Lord scum, Palpatine nosing about with the Force . . . some matters had to be prioritized," I sigh. "In otherwords I had to slip out of sight, as it were, before he spotted me."

And why he'd been trying to home in on ME (let alone had been in any way knowing where to look, Force wise) is . . . worrisome. Does this have anything to do with that close encounter I'd had with Darth Maul (the Emperor's apprentice before Vader)? Who knows, maybe that dimwit had been able to get a good enough reading on me through AK-47 before hacking her to pieces with that sithsaber of his?

. . .

Would like to get my hands on one of those things. I mean the real deal and not the similuations I've . . . practiced with from time to time (for the fun of it . . . sort of). Let us just say that getting "killed" got me rather interested in lightsaber fighting (so that then next time around)....

Note the ironic grin when I said that. Never really believed I'd ever BE in the Star Wars universe . . . much less having been able to handle a lightsaber (with Ben's permission, of course).

Truelly is an elogant weapon, in many ways. . . . still I do rather like having most of my weaponry needs be at a distance (i.e. the target not right IN my face).

. . .

To business at hand.

"Okay," I sigh, as I gesture over to a place which we both could sit and be comfortable as I lay this out. "What I'm going to tell you is not going to sound exactly . . . sane but I dare you to come up with a reasonable alternative. Will go so far as to iron out any questions and concerns you have over the validity . . . to a point."

"To a point?" Solo asks sharply. "What is that exactly supposed to mean?"

1. "In part it means that what you don't know you cannot reveal under torture IF the Empire should ever get interested in your activities," Elrondir mugs from the side.

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