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Jedi_Linewalker Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/28/05 7:12pm Subject: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - Lurkers Welcome! - *COMPLETED* - Date Edited: 9/12/05 5:35pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Linewalker
	Title: Sworn to Secrecy Author(s): Jedi Linewalker Timeframe: ANH Characters: Main canon cast Genre: AU, angst/humor/action/drama Keywords: ANH, AU Summary: This story explores what would have happened, had Threepio’s mind not been wiped Notes: Possible ROTS spoilers Sworn to Secrecy CHAPTER ONE The ship rocked as R2-D2 and C-3PO walked through the narrow corridors of the Tantive IV, nearly throwing them off balance. The golden plated protocol droid raised his arms in a plaintive plea that was lost amidst the crashing and thundering of blaster fire striking the ship. The short, squat astromech droid beeped in protest of the shifting floor and the commotion going on around them, to no avail as well. “They’ve shut down the main reactor,” remarked Threepio as the ship lurched and the lights flickered. The stark white halls were bright, and new looking, though the ship was at least twenty years old, just as Viceroy Bail Organa of Alderaan, the ship’s owner, liked it. “We’re doomed.” Artoo beeped a rapid-fire reply to his more humanoid shaped counterpart. The tone of the beeping was frustrated and almost irate. “Why do you have to always be so negative, Threepio?” he chirped angrily. “We’re on a very important mission here. The princess is counting on us.” The squat droid stopped in the middle of the corridor and headed towards a door that opened on the side of the corridor. “There’ll be no escape for the princess this time. Mission?” rattled on Threepio as he followed the blue striped astro droid into the room. His gears whirred and cranked to propel him along. “Our secret mission,” Artoo nearly growled as his squat body entered the doorway and turned to the left, leaving Threepio far behind. The droid had somewhere to be and he wasn’t about to jeopardize the princess’ plans or position by being late. The sounds of troopers coming through the hatches only spurred him onwards. “Secret mission? What secret mission? What are you babbling about?” fussed Threepio as he finally came to the intersection with the side corridor inside the room. Equipment and parts lined shelves floor to ceiling around him. However, Artoo was too far down the corridor to answer his plaintive questions, and he groaned in almost human disgust. The sound of blaster fire drew his attention for a couple of moments. Troopers were storming the ship, and the rebels that were along on the ride were firing back at the white armored soldiers, red bolts flying all about yet again. They’d just waded through some of that on their way in here, and it only seemed to be escalating. Realizing he’d lost sight of Artoo, he began searching about furtively, turning this way and that, until finally he saw him near the other exit to the room, with a female human bending over him, dressed in the traditional white gown of the royal family of Alderaan. “I wonder what further instructions the princess could possibly be giving him?” mused Threepio to himself, his voice pitched so softly that no one could possibly have heard it. The princess appeared to be inserting some sort of data disk into a hidden slot under Artoo’s dome, and looked about, pulling her scarf back around her features and moving back into the shadows. Artoo extended his third leg and rolled back towards the golden protocol droid, beeping softly. “Come on, we’ve got to hurry.” “Hurry? For what? Where can we possibly go, Artoo?” whined Threepio as the stout little droid paused at the door. Blaster bolts were flying rapidly back and forth down the corridor and a distinctive hiss-thunk breathing rhythm could be heard just around the corner. The smaller droid braved the passage, shooting out into the fire, and Threepio sighed, “Oh, dear.” Together, they negotiated the fire lane without either of them taking a single shot. Threepio was breathing a robotic sigh of relief when Artoo began manipulating the computer console next to an escape pod. “What are you doing?” he snapped, his patience and sense of propriety almost at an end. “You’re not allowed in there. Come back, you’ll be deactivated for sure.” Artoo spun his dome as he entered the pod after the doors opened, bleeping loudly. “Would you shut up your whining, you mindless philosopher, and just come on already? I’m doing exactly what Princess Organa told me to do.” The small droid’s own patience was wearing very thin, and though he truly liked Threepio, there were times when the humanoid droid was positively enraging. Threepio fumed in anger as he entered the pod as well, the door closing behind him. “Don’t call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight blob of grease,” he sputtered, finally entering and settling down into a seat. The pod ejected and the two droids were spinning towards the world below them. The tan marble, streaked with clouds, was visible through the main port of the pod, and the pod tumbled, allowing them to see the ship they’d just left. “That’s funny,” mused Threepio again, affecting a rather odd human behavior pattern: he stroked his chin thoughtfully. “The damage doesn’t look all that bad from out here.” The golden droid studied the Corellian built ship again for a few moments, lost in thought it seemed. Finally, he glanced up at the pod, then at Artoo. “Are you sure this thing is safe?” he muttered. Artoo bleeped and spat a string of astromech invective, then admonished him, “Of course its safe. It’s designed for living beings’ usage. Do you think they’d build something that would cause them more damage, potentially, than what they’re escaping from, you idiot?” The small droid’s front lines blinked and glowed intermittently as he spoke. If Threepio could have frowned, he would have. Indignant, he huffed, “For a mechanic, you seem to do an excessive amount of thinking.” His pride wounded, he lashed out in his mildly prissy way at his stubby companion. He half turned his head back towards the port to view the planet below, and he moaned, “That’s Tatooine, Artoo. What was the princess thinking?” The astromech droid sputtered and bleeped loudly. “I’m supposed to think. How do you think I come up with creative repairs and programming solutions on the spot? All you have to do is listen and run your mouth after hearing what the party you’re translating has to say.” His dome spun almost all the way around once, and then halfway back, the small lens projecting from his dome angling up at Threepio. “She doesn’t know about her brother, just Master Kenobi. She’s trying to reach him because he’s the last hope the Rebellion has.” The protocol droid shook his head, again, a very human gesture, and seemed to almost sink into the seat. “I just know I’ll feel better when this is all done with. These crazy adventures are going to get us rendered into surplus parts in a junk pile one day.” He continued to stare at the steadily growing ball of the planet, and Artoo elected to say nothing more for the time being. ********* The pod landed with the expected crash and short skid through the deep sands of the desert world of Tatooine. The droids were banged about a bit, but actually managed to disembark from the pod in one piece. “Just look at this mess,” prissed Threepio as they made their way from the pod. “We’re not even sure where Master Kenobi is, or where we are, for that matter. We could be on the entire other side of the planet for all we know.” The astromech droid beeped rapidly, continuing stubbornly on his way towards a ridge in the distance. “Protocol droids,” he muttered in the beeping language of utilitarian droids. “You can learn the galaxy’s entire linguistic base, and know obscure customs and beliefs on planets most beings, organic or droid, have never heard of, but you can’t spot landmarks or read a geographic sensor map to save your coverings.” “I’m not supposed to be a geographer or a map reader,” Threepio huffed, almost putting his hands on his metallic hips. “I’m an interpreter, not a galactic travel agent!” Artoo was really getting to him, or maybe it was the heat, then again, it could have been a combination of both. “My joints are almost frozen with sand. We need to get on with this, and get somewhere for an oil bath!” Artoo ignored his complaining for the moment, focusing on his scanners, and what they said about where they were. “We’re just southeast of Mos Eisley. Master Kenobi is supposed to be in this direction. There’re settlements just beyond that far ridge, and that’s most likely where he is. If we hurry, we can make it before the suns set.” He started rolling off in that direction, his speed hindered by the clogging sand. Threepio’s head tilted quizzically, and again, if he could frown, he would have. “What makes you think there are settlements over there?” Even though this is the sort of thing Artoo was programmed for, he had an unusual sense of pride, and that pride refused to concede that the “simple minded mechanic droid” was right about such things. “Because, you nimrod,” Artoo squawked in annoyance. “That’s where the highest concentration of airborne and buried water sources are for this area, not to mention there’s large masses of metallic mass, geometrically spaced, indicating moisture acquisition units, and ‘vaporators.” The protocol droid was getting to be a true nuisance by this point, and he was half tempted to continue on alone, without the humanoid droid’s help, but he knew he needed him to translate, unless Master Kenobi had spent the last twenty years or so learning how to understand astromech droids. Threepio’s tone definitely indicated stress and agitation as well. The two of them had always had their differences, but they were as good of friends as droids could be, to each other or to an organic. “Don’t get technical with me,” Threepio growled in almost human anger. “I think we should go this way. That way is far too rocky, and just not a good way for a droid to travel.” Artoo beeped and squawked in protest, insisting that they go the way he had indicated, his dome spinning back and forth in agitation as well. “Go on, then, go that way. You’ll be malfunctioning within a day, you nearsighted scrap pile.” Threepio picked up a golden foot and kicked the cylinder shaped torso of Artoo hard enough to make a rumbling sound. His tirade continued, “And don’t come following after me, begging for help, because you won’t get it.” Artoo spun his dome and eye back towards his friend, and warbled in a conciliatory tone, “Are you sure you won’t come this way? It’s much safer if we remain together, and I don’t want you getting lost. We need each other, and the princess needs us to complete our mission.” His emphasis had been on “us” and “our,” hoping that would make Threepio feel important enough to think clearly for a moment. The manlike droid had had his fill of this sort of talk for one day, he decided. “Yes, I’m sure I won’t go that way,” he muttered, knowing full well Artoo’s sensitive scanners would pick his words up. “I’ll find Master Kenobi and we’ll have to come searching for you, because you were too stubborn to follow common sense, you’ll see.” Artoo watched Threepio for a moment, moving onward stubbornly about his path. He’d tried to reason with him, that’s all he could say. Finally, he released an electronic sigh and moved off towards the ridge in the distance, thinking that Threepio had wasted far too much time as it was, as the twin suns of Tatooine were already approaching the horizon and it was a long roll to the ridge. -----signature----- Jedi Linewalker Proudly Knighted by, and former Padawan of, Rhonderoo For fics, see http://linewalker.0catch.com/fics.html Or see my sock #1 Daran Lightrider http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=1324229
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LukeSkywalker_2001 Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/28/05 7:27pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	I'm going to really have to take a look at this story...I actually was wondering what might have happened if his memory had not been wiped....wow...glad you're writing a fic about it! -----signature----- The Notes fics are at this address: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19820458/?26 Please stop by Have an awesome day! Jesus is who I live for Now unto Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according
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amidalachick Registered: Aug '03	Date Posted: 5/28/05 10:11pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Brilliant start, Jedi_Linewalker! I can't wait to see more of this one! -----signature----- "Just dance, gonna be okay..."
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FelsGoddess Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/28/05 10:21pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Great start! Love R2's comments. -----signature----- Knighted by Tahi
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mithrissa Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/29/05 7:15am Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Wow! I just had a rush of warmth: the kind you get when a an old friend (long gone) calls you unexpectedly: it's absolutely wonderful to hear R2-D2's ascerbic voice, and to see the droids bickering together. I'm really looking forward to the rest of this fic! I've got to admitt, I'd never thought about any possible future lines if C3PO had not had his memory wiped, but is definitely an intriguing hook! -----signature----- The Triumph at Mustafar- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=20766484&replies=0 The Ultimate Submission - http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=20911436&replies=23 " Even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again"
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LukesTheMan Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/29/05 11:25am Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Oh this is great! -----signature----- Of Metal and Flesh http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19859245 Empty Vessel http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19744934 Proud Master to Annika_Skywalker
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Jedi_Linewalker Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/30/05 4:27am Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Thank you very very much, everyone. I'm glad you're enjoying, and I thought it'd be an interesting plot as well. I'm sorry I'm not responding to each one of you individually, but its very late, and I want to post this before I sleep. Thank you again, very, very much. smiles ------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER TWO “That stupid little squat, mouthy excuse for a waste can,” muttered Threepio as he trudged across dune after dune. To his left was the immense skeleton of a krayt dragon, a colossal flying reptilian predator native to Tatooine, long since blasted clean of any skin or muscle, leaving stark ivory bone behind. “He tricked me into going this way, but he’ll do no better. I’ll find a small human homestead and inquire about Master Kenobi’s whereabouts and beat him there. Then we’ll see who’s the nimrod.” His gears whirred and clicked softly as he moved through the bogging sand, approaching the foot of a large dune, much larger than those he’d previously traversed. The heat, and the overexposure to the bright lights of the twin suns of Tatooine were getting to him, affecting his circuits and co-processors. Each step grew more and more labored, and his pace slowed a bit every few steps. At least he could hope for cooler, and easier, traveling once dusk settled in, which should happen within the hour. The suns hadn’t quite made it to the horizon yet, so the light was still dazzling brilliant. The protocol droid stopped and surveyed his surroundings once again. This was the planet on which he’d been built, by the young boy that helped a pair of erstwhile Jedi and a young queen get back to Coruscant to right a couple of great wrongs. That young boy, Anakin Skywalker, had been accepted into the Jedi Order, and developed quickly. During his stay on Tatooine, Threepio had remained with Anakin’s mother, Shmi, a slave to Watto, the Toydarian junk dealer, in Mos Espa, which was several kilometers away, if Artoo’s calculations were correct. When Watto had sold Shmi to Cliegg Lars, a moisture farmer, he had accompanied her to the Lars homestead, a couple of kilometers outside Mos Eisley, on the other side of the gorge from Mos Espa. During his service to the Skywalkers, he’d never had to travel this far out into the desert, especially not alone, or at this time of day. Traveling like this was definitely something new to him. If a droid could blink in surprise, Threepio would have, because he could have sworn he was doing something impossible for a droid: hallucinating. Yet, while he wrestled with this question, the sharp, blinking of sunlight off a shiny surface flashed over him again. Turning his attention fully towards the blinking reflection, he saw a large vehicle on treads moving over the sand dune he was climbing. “A transport!” he exclaimed excitedly, waving his golden plated arms about. “I’m saved, I’m saved! I knew I would best Artoo, even in this environment.” He waved faster, as the vehicle’s drivers didn’t seem to notice him. “Hey! Hey! Over here! I’m over here!” he shouted out to the vehicle, using his built in amplifier to project his voice loudly across the desert waste. The vehicle stopped, and a loud hissing was heard as the small ramp extended under its front projection. “Finally! Oh, an oil bath and lube soak are going to really renew my circuits! And Artoo went prattling off across a bunch of rocks!” ********* The R2 unit moved across the dried up gulch slowly, taking great care to navigate the bed. His rollers occasionally jammed with small rocks for a moment, until he could vibrate them loose, or pulverize them. He chirped and hummed softly as he went, a habit acquired from being in Threepio’s company for so long. The suns were almost completely set, and he wasn’t even over the ridge yet. Artoo stopped suddenly as a rock came tumbling down the craggy slope ahead and to the left of him. He hadn’t vibrated that hard, he knew. There had to be something, or someone, higher up the slope, trying to stay out of sight. He began scanning, but before he could even begin to get a clear reading, a small, hooded figure, shorter than his barely more than a meter height, jumped up from behind a rock, speaking an odd language and shooting him with an ionization pistol. The bluish white light crackled around his casing and he beeped and squawked loudly for a moment, degenerated into a moaning sound as his systems seized up from temporary electrical overload, and he fell forward, in the droid semblance of unconsciousness. Several of the small hooded figures with glowing golden eyes came from the rocks, speaking amongst themselves in a strange language, ranging from glottal, guttural sounds to high pitched whines and shrieks. Six of them picked up Artoo’s temporarily deactivated casing and hefted it onto their shoulders, carrying him towards their vehicle, hidden on the other side of the ridge. Coming to the huge, treaded vehicle, they settled Artoo down onto his feet, and one attacked a small knob to his shell, a restraining bolt, with a small spark and a bit of hurriedly muttered sounds. Another directed a large tube down over Artoo’s head, and as the little droid came back to himself, he felt himself lifted and sucked through the tube into the hold area of the enormous, armored vehicle. He landed with an unceremonious thud in a pile of spare parts, metal shavings and broken pieces, chirping and beeping angrily. “Filthy little creatures. If I’d had a chance to extend my welding torch and phase shock appendage, we’d be seeing who was droidnapping whom, that’s for sure.” He paused in his tirade a moment, noticing movement from several vectors, all of the moving entities being droids. As Artoo spun his dome to clear it of the metal shavings covering him, Threepio leaned forward from where he’d been focusing inward, making calculation after calculation, hoping to resolve his crisis, when Artoo’s distinctive chirping, and the familiar invective it translated into, shook his attention back to what was going on around him. The golden droid’s eyes burned a bit brighter in the dark and murky interior of the immense vehicle, and he crowed excitedly, “Artoo? Artoo Detoo, is that you? It is! It is you, it is you!” The astromech droid was actually pleased to see the fussy protocol droid, and forgot himself for a moment as his beeps and spats reached a loud volume. “Threepio!” he exclaimed with genuine joy. “I’m glad to see you! I can’t believe these foul little beings got us, but together, we’re going to break out of this problem, I know it!” His front lights brightened and flashed vividly several times, and his casing shook. The two friends moved to a corner of the sand crawler, as it was called, since Threepio could understand the spoken parts of the beings’ language, but not the pheromonal component of it, and began a discussion of how to get out of this mess. ********* The ramp to the Corellian YT-1300 ship docked in Docking Bay 94 at the Mos Eisley spaceport lowered, and a huge shaggy, brown furred, bipedal creature walked down it, wearing a large bandolier of cartridges, and a large leather pouch on his right hip. It was mid morning, and he wanted to get a jump on things before his partner and friend, Han Solo, woke from his sleep. The Wookiee known as Chewbacca exited the docking bay, and headed towards the open market that he knew was up already, before it got too hot. Passing a plethora of offworlders as he moved down the sandy street, he attracted no more attention, really, than any other alien here. He grunted and growled at a few of the beings he knew, and found the vendor he wanted, and inquired about a large, freshly killed game animal. As he waited for the vendor to get his purchase prepared, he turned his gaze along the street, and the suns glinting off stark white stormtrooper armor caught his eye. He growled softly, half under his breath, “What in the galaxy are stormtroopers doing here, on Tatooine, in Mos Eisley?” Han and he had been dodging the Imperials, as well as Jabba’s men, for months now, after the last spice debacle. The vendor, a squat, reptilian appearing being, mumbled back in Huttese, “I’m not sure. They got here early this morning. Heard tell there was a battle in orbit yesterday, and they’re looking for something, and looking hard. They’ve been hassling people all morning.” Chewie knew this alien well, and knew his information was normally right on the money. The massive Wookiee took his purchase, as if nothing was going on, and casually walked past a group of stormtroopers gathered at the other end of the lane, near the intersection. They were talking amongst themselves when Chewie finally got within earshot. “Lord Vader himself gave the order, Lieutenant…we’re to search everywhere until we find the plans, preferably the droids that escaped in the pod as well.” The officer was inspecting the passersby again as they went past, and he looked at Chewbacca a moment, who pretended studiously not to even notice them, seeming more preoccupied with the bloody parcel he carried. “Yes, sir,” responded the Lieutenant quietly. “We’ll find them, and if we get lucky, we can impress Lord Vader, and maybe get a promotion or a reward out of the deal.” He was obviously fairly young, Chewie judged, by his excitement. He was also one of the small percentage of Imperial troops that wasn’t a clone. Chewie quickly went down another street, towards another vendor, and looked around casually, but his mind was racing. “Lord Vader’s here? Does he know about the boy Obi-Wan brought here? Does he know about Obi-Wan? Is he searching for Yoda?” He picked up a bottle of liquid, looked it over, set it down and went to another. The Wookiee’s mind continued to churn with questions, as he pretended to search for some offworld liquor. The mighty humanoid squeezed his fist a bit tighter into the wrap around his breakfast, growling and grunting, pretending to haggle with the vendor over a bottle of Nubian spice water. “I have a responsibility to Master Yoda and Obi-Wan, not exactly a life debt, as I owe Han, but a great responsibility, nonetheless. By extension, I also have a responsibility to the young Skywalker child,” thought Chewie as he listened to the outraged grunting of the vendor. “I gave them my word I wouldn’t reveal anything I knew to anyone, to assure the child’s safety. I promised to come here, to Tatooine, as often as I could, to make sure the child and Obi-Wan were safe.” Mighty Chewbacca remembered being sworn to secrecy, for the safety of the two children, then-Senator Organa, the two Jedi Masters, and the lives of everyone involved with them. He gave his word, and to a Wookiee, that was almost as strong an oath as a life debt. The furry bipeds were highly honorable creatures, and the word of a Wookiee, at one time, was considered to be more substantial than the purest gem or precious metal. Since the Empire had come into power, and most alien races anywhere near the Core were considered less than humans and subject to enslavement, by decree of the Emperor, fewer and fewer knew of the Wookiee bond of honor. Now, for the first time in his more than two hundred years, Chewbacca was struggling within. “I’ve got to tell Han what’s going on,” he thought as he finally agreed to a price and picked up the bottle after paying for it. He walked dourly away from the vendor back towards the ship, but inside, he wanted to rent a speeder and take off out to the Lars homestead. However, he noticed that he, along with several other persons and beings walking the streets, was being watched intently by the Imperials. That precluded him from doing that. “But I can’t tell him,” Chewie argued with himself as he walked. “I gave my word, and my word is my bond. I will die before breaking it. Yet, I owe Han the life debt for saving me…and he deserves to know what the hell he’s being chased and shot at for when it starts, because its almost a certainty, now.” The immense Wookiee continued along his way, finally reaching the docking bay, and entering, heading for the ship, parcel in hand, bottle in the other. The troopers that had been following him stopped, for the time being, but Chewie knew they’d be back, and soon. His footsteps incredibly light for such a large creature, Chewbacca walked back up the ramp and pushed the control to close it behind him. Han was already awake, standing in the passenger compartment, preparing a cup of caf for himself. “Hey, Chewie,” he mumbled in a voice still half asleep. “What’d you get? Anything edible?” The Wookiee sat and unwrapped his parcel slowly, and Han scrunched up his face and pulled back. The creature had just been killed, probably less than an hour ago. Chewie grinned, showing his teeth, and grunted out, “Gulch crawling wamprat, freshly killed. Want some? It’s actually delicious. Of course, you’d probably want to cook yours, though.” The Wookiee felt sorry for his human friend sometimes, because he would never be able to fully appreciate and enjoy the taste of a freshly killed, raw meal. Of course, the best taste was when you took the animal down yourself, and enjoyed it before its blood cooled, but traveling in space, you took what you could get. The Corellian shook his head slowly and held up a hand. “Um, no, thanks, Chewie. I think I’ll pass, and grab something at the cantina later.” He ran his hand through his hair and sipped his caf, settling down across the compartment from his partner. Chewie, however, was unruffled by this. After all, he’d dealt with Han’s queasiness for years, and he was even mildly amused by it now and again. He trilled and growled, “The gulch crawler isn’t nearly as good as the canyon wamprat, but it sure beats the city wamprat, like what they usually have around here. I got lucky this morning.” Han regarded his friend for a long moment, curious. Chewie was trying very hard to appear “normal,” but Chewbacca, unlike Han, couldn’t bluff for Bantha squat, especially Han. Something was bugging his big, furry friend, and bugging him bad. He smelled a rat, besides Chewie’s indigenous breakfast. “Hey, what’s going on that you’re not telling me about, Chewie?” asked Han calmly, sipping his caf and watching the Wookiee take a large bite from the wamprat’s hindquarters. He averted his gaze a moment, but turned back after a bit. The Wookiee laid his shaggy hands on the small table alongside his breakfast and stared down at the wamprat for a long moment in silence. The struggle within him was getting worse. He looked up, his eyes fixing Han’s in a riveting glance, growling softly. “There’s tons of Imperial troops in Mos Eisley. They’re everywhere, and a couple of them kept a close eye on me, too, while I was getting this.” “What?” asked Han incredulously, instantly fully awake and alert, hand already subconsciously reaching for the heavy modified repeating blaster pistol on his thigh. “They’ve tracked us down? Why didn’t they do anything to you? Of course…they want us together, get us both at once.” The human was up and checking out the viewport located near the passenger compartment, talking mainly to himself by this point, and answering his own questions before the Wookiee could answer, if he’d even been trying to. Han paced, and finally turned around and looked back at Chewie, concern in his eyes. “Hey,” he said, walking back towards the immense creature. “What’s going on? They’re not after us, are they? So what is going on, buddy?” His eyes sought out Chewbacca’s, and stayed there. The mighty humanoid sighed, a low, long, rumbling sound, and shook his head softly. Han could see the literal pain in his eyes as he struggled to speak, to say what he would. Finally, he found his voice, rumbling quietly, “No, they’re not after us…at least not in their knowledge, anyway.” He caught Han’s frown as he spoke, waving a large furry hand, continuing, “I gave my word, an honor oath, not to reveal some things to anyone. I’ll tell you what I can…but as my friend, and life brother, I ask you not to ask me to elaborate on what I can’t tell you. Please.” Han leaned back slowly. He knew enough about Wookiee culture to know what an honor oath was, and how very important a Wookiee’s word was to him. If a Wookiee promised you that you’d wake up to two suns rising in the morning on a planet with only one sun, you could rest assured that somehow, someway, two suns would rise on that world that morning, no matter how briefly it occurred. That was a very farfetched and fanciful affirmation of a Wookiee’s word, Han knew, but that’s how serious it was, how much trouble a Wookiee would go to not to break his word. He nodded quietly, and patted Chewie’s massive shoulder. “Sure, pal,” he said quietly, relaxing a bit. “Tell me what you can. I know its got to be something pretty serious.” For the next couple of hours, Chewbacca told Han everything that he was not sworn to secrecy on. He mentioned an old man, but didn’t reveal his name. He spoke of a child, not mentioning the child should be around eighteen years old now. He spoke of some sort of plans, droids, and the Imperial Enforcer, Darth Vader. Han’s face grew more and more ashen, until finally, all that could be said had been said. -----signature----- Jedi Linewalker Proudly Knighted by, and former Padawan of, Rhonderoo For fics, see http://linewalker.0catch.com/fics.html Or see my sock #1 Daran Lightrider http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=1324229
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mithrissa Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/30/05 5:54am Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Wow! I cant believe that Chewbacca is in on it! (and incase that's something I OUGHT to know, I confess now to not having read the EU, although I'm working on recitifing the situation). I was just saying to a fellow geekfriend the other day that it was so heartbreaking that Yoda and Chewbacca had known each other ("Miss you I will") and then Chewbacca had not known Luke.. and here he does oh sweet relief of closure I can't wait for the next chapter! Thank you! Myth. -----signature----- The Triumph at Mustafar- http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=20766484&replies=0 The Ultimate Submission - http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=20911436&replies=23 " Even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again"
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MasterSareBabe Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 5/30/05 8:09am Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Great going! When I saw that it was about, I just HAD to read it! Keep it up.
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FelsGoddess Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/30/05 2:22pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Great update. Wow, Chewie knows. -----signature----- Knighted by Tahi
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Laura_Anu Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 5/30/05 5:48pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Goodness! I always wanted to know what Chewie thought about the whole thing! Great story so far! -----signature----- "It is true that speed kills. In distance running, it kills anyone who does not have it." - Brooks Johnson Currently taking time off from the boards while I get all of my school/track stuff in order
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starwarsfan68 Registered: May '03	Date Posted: 5/30/05 6:26pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	WOW!!! Thats just all I can say right now. I am in too much aww. -----signature----- There is only one true movie romance, the one between Han and Leia http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=13094011&replies=6 September 2003 teaser
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Salmeera Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/30/05 7:00pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI - Date Edited: 5/30/05 7:01pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Salmeera
	Wow, you have a very interesting story going here, and the fact that the two droids AND Chewy are in it makes it that much better. Keep me posted on your updates. -----signature----- "L is for love, sweet Padme," he added, in a soft whisper. "Name our child to honor our destiny."
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LukeSkywalker_2001 Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/30/05 7:57pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	interesting....that Chewie knows about all of those things....you'll have to explain how Chewie came to know all of that...the secrets of Luke and Leia, Vader, Jedi (Yoda and Obi) I am really interested in this C-3PO thing....he will certainly recognize the Luke's house...and maybe even Owen...and Beru...at least he'll recognize the names...and Luke...baby Luke...he was there when people discussed him...hopefully he doesn't say the "wrong" things in front of Luke or maybe he will seek out Obi-Wan right away, asking Owen about him... it'll be interesting to see where you continue with this story. I continued to like it. -----signature----- The Notes fics are at this address: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/19820458/?26 Please stop by Have an awesome day! Jesus is who I live for Now unto Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according
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Jedi_Linewalker Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/30/05 8:48pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI - Date Edited: 5/30/05 9:49pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Jedi_Linewalker
	mithrissa I'm not really basing this off anything in the EU. Its simply an AU extrapolation of the information hinted at and given to us on film, with the "what if..." spin cast to it. Thank you very much for your interest and for reading MasterSareBabe Thank you very much! Glad you're enjoying FelsGoddess Based on what's revealed on film, and this being an alternate universe interpretation as well, everything sort of gels together, as you'll see as things progress. Thank you for reading! Laura_Anu That was part of my thought as well. It makes sense that he would, considering. Thank you for reading! starwarsfan68 WOW!!! Thats just all I can say right now. I am in too much aww. Thank you! I'm in awe that you are in awe, but thank you tremendously. Salmeera Thank you for reading! I will do my best to do so. I'm pleased you (and everyone else) is enjoying LukeSkywalker_2001 interesting....that Chewie knows about all of those things....you'll have to explain how Chewie came to know all of that...the secrets of Luke and Leia, Vader, Jedi (Yoda and Obi) Thank you for reading! If you pay attention to what's been given in the movie, and view that information in light of what you've read, you'll see where the story is coming from with Chewie. Eighteen years is quite a bit of time to meet, discuss, and plan certain things. In addition, from the implication we're given by Yoda, he and Chewie have been friends for some time. Chewie and Tarfful were his constant companions on Kashyyyk, and he's especially sad that he won't get a chance to see them again anytime soon. While Chewie was there, with Yoda, he was present during at least one conversation with the Jedi Council (others may have been off screen, of course) and Obi-Wan was on the Council in ROTS, and present during the meeting as well. Also, just as a hint, you have to pay attention to the way Chewie thinks of, or mentions, the things in question. What does he know, exactly? How much does he know? The phrasing is the key to all that. I'm glad you're enjoying! As for the C-3PO angle, his mind hasn't been wiped in this story, like it was ordered to be at the end of ROTS by Bail Organa. So he knows everything he was present to see and/or hear. You'll understand more as the story develops. Thank you again! Thank you everyone, and another update will be coming soon. Probably by tomorrow. Thank you again. -----signature----- Jedi Linewalker Proudly Knighted by, and former Padawan of, Rhonderoo For fics, see http://linewalker.0catch.com/fics.html Or see my sock #1 Daran Lightrider http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=1324229
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argentlife Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/30/05 9:37pm Subject: RE: Sworn to Secrecy - ANH, AU, canon characters - drama/humor/action/adventure - possible ROTS SPOI
	Oh dear some of R2's comments had me almost in tears. It's such great concept, the whole what would have happend if... and I am so glad to see someone making such a great story out of it L -----signature----- Who's watching me now - the Irs? paronia ala Rockwell Padawan to DarthIshtar The sorrows of pain http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=19989210&start=20000853 And the dead shall rest http://boards.theforce.net/Beyond_the_Saga/b10477/20117565/?16
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