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Trepidation Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 4/3 2:40pm Subject: "I Know What I'm Doing" (Han, Luke, Chewie) - Date Edited: 5/28 11:44am (1 edits total) Edited By: Trepidation
	TITLE: "I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING" AUTHOR: Trepidation CHARACTERS: Han Solo, Chewbacca, Luke Skywalker TIME FRAME: Between "A New Hope" & "The Empire Strikes Back" SUMMARY: Han, Luke and Chewie on a supply run for the Rebel Alliance... ___________________________________ " I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING " “Be careful with that!!!” He rolled his eyes in relief as the Wookiee took a better grip of the canister he had brought to the cockpit from the armament hold in curiosity. Carrying supplies for the Rebels was one thing, but he had no idea why they needed these magnesium cylinders. Once they started burning, the blasted things would raze white hot for days. Chewbacca rolled his significantly larger eyes in obvious provocation while pretending to drop the tube. Han did his best to ignore him, but remained uneasy. “And don’t give me that look…” Inhaling deeply, he murmured under his breath without looking up. “Wookiees.” A warbled blare of disgust filled the close cockpit, but piddled off when Han raised a finger. “Look you overgrown dust mop…I didn’t ask for your input.” He adjusted the attitude bar with his right knee while glancing to the holoscan absently to confirm the course correction. Something caught his eye, but was gone in a flash. “…and if I ever do ask for your input, make sure that you…” WOMP WOMP… “…WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!” The Millennium Falcon shook with growing ferocity and the ethereal rudder peddle went all the way into the deck. “Get back there and check it out…” Han squinted as his neck swung to and fro looking for the source in the viewer. “…NO WAIT!!...get in the quad turret…and wake up Luke.” The low choked knocks of the lower quad bank sounded out under the Falcon’s disc shaped hull as if on cue indicating that the kid wasn’t sleeping anymore. “Nevermind.” Chewie let loose with a long aggrandizing roar as he pulled the webbing and moved through the cockpit. “I don’t care if it is tight in there.” He managed a quick glance to the receding Wookiee. “If they designed every ship for Wookiees we’d all be flying Star Destroyers.” Chewie responded as his rough call echoed down the connector causing Han to break out in a smile. “Yeah…I know pal…it’s always been hard for me to fit in anywhere too.” He said softly to himself. He stretched his neck in a twist, shook out his arms to loosen up and flipped down the headphone comm while pulling back the holoscan image to a lesser magnification. “Hey Luke.” He paused just long enough to swear under his breath. “We have a…” “…Imperial Star Destroyer coming up fast.” The voice seemed a lot calmer these days. “Kind of hard to miss, Han.” “Yeah, well then…kind of hard to miss with the quad too.” Han shot right back. “Quit jabbering and keep firing.” He received the expected chuckle. “Ok, Han.” Chewie broke in on the link with wild distortion before the rigged circuits could compensate causing the smuggler to jump in his pilot couch. The curses that followed very likely caused a similar response in his gunners. “I…don’t…know, hairball…they weren’t on the scan a minute ago.” “Cloaked?” “Yeah…maybe, Luke…Doesn’t matter. They’re here now.” Han’s voice calmed as his hands took over throwing the Falcon into a bone jarring dive off the ecliptic; then a full twist before moving out on growing auxiliaries in a new trajectory. It didn’t seem to make a difference as the sporadic near misses shook the freighter’s holds with abandon. “Shavit!!!” “Here come the TIE’s.” “Wonderful.” Han snorted in derision as his hands flashed across the console. “Chewie…get back up here…I need a hand.” Again, Han jumped as the audio feed redlined in the Wookiee’s response. “Yeah, I know I just sent you back there.” Han chided. “But, nowww I need you back up here. Quit stalling.” “What are we doing, Han.” Luke’s voice seemed a bit tighter. The full squadron of TIE fighters probably had something to do with that. As fast as the Falcon was, she couldn’t out run the little snubs on her best day. “Trying not to blow up.” He shouted over the growing growl of the drives. “Working so far….How’s it look?” There was silence with the exception of double pumps on the lower quads before Luke came back on. “The Star Destroyer’s taking a while to match our trajectory changes, but those TIE’s are almost on us. It’ll get busy real soon.” “Working on it.” Han tried to sound as calm as the kid, but it played counter to the adrenalin he needed to fly on a wire. “Do what you can…but stay on the comm link…I have an idea.” “Oh.” Han scowled at Luke’s response whipping his head around as Chewie ducked through the hatch. The two stared at each other for a long moment before Han rolled his eyes and tossed his head to the oversized co-pilot couch. “Web up and get those magnesium canisters lined up in the torpedo tubes.” Chewie didn’t move. Only his ginger fur waved softly with the blowing life support circulation. “What?” The big Wookiee took another long moment never losing eye contact with Han. A low growl spilled out starting in his diaphragm, followed by a loud chuff. “Get over yourself.” Han turned back to the console and whipped the Falcon in another course change before snapping the hull over in a loop and taking yet another trajectory. The gigantic Star Destroyer would have to come about again to match the line. “You heard me…magnesium canisters in the torpedo tubes.” Han spat. “Unless you have a more pressing engagement.” The voluminous Wookiee took another long moment before moving quickly into the perch. He growled dejectedly low in his throat the whole time. “Keep it up, Fuzzball…and I’ll remove the static inhibitor from the sonic wash.” Han snorted while leveling out the course and adding more fuel to the mixture. “You’ll come out looking like one of those hair creatures squatting in the Omwat provinces.” Chewie responded with a disconsolate chuff followed by a heightened trill. “Yeah, I know…static makes you look fat.” Han grunted back as he nearly spun the Falcon in a 360 before shooting up with full thrusters. He managed a glance to his right. “Hey…hey…watch what you’re doing. I said line up the canisters in the torpedo tubes…you’re stacking’em in the forward concussion grenades banks, and that’s only going to…” Han stopped speaking and a brow rose in consideration. His lower lip curled in consideration before he glanced again at what had become a patient Wookiee waiting for him to continue. “Good idea.” Han’s voice was quiet and barely audible over the laboring sub-lights. Chewie chuffed out a question. “You heard me you overgrown mudruk.” The Wookiee looked amused and went back to his efforts. Han mumbled something unintelligible and flipped the freighter in a tight arc to travel back on the opposite flight line directly into the charging TIE’s and opening up the drop down laser cannon mounted below the chassis. “Han?” “Hang in there, Kid.” He breathed out as one of the on-coming snubs lit up into a field of flotsam chinking off the hull as they passed. “I know what I’m doing.” Han gave Luke credit for not responding. Were the positions reversed he knew he’d have some input at that point. Chewie let out a snort before confirming he was ready. “Took your time there, Chewie.” The Wookiee refused to rise to the bait. Instead, he hunched his shoulders and kept his large digits spread across the entire concussion bank waiting for Han give him the order to fire. All the while, the Imperial fighters swarmed the fast moving freighter making run after run; their laser cannons taking down the undulating shields piece by piece. Han swore again as the illumination bars wavered on the edge of darkness, and the sub-light drives bucked at the sudden loss of power. The smuggler reached out and pounded the console with the fist of his right hand, and somehow the engines wound up like a siren before coming back on line fully. He managed a glance to the holoscan to determine the location of the Star Destroyer, and was relieved to see that it had given up the chase, fully expecting the fighters to finish the job. “Luke.” “Here, Han.” “Gonna give you a target in about thirty seconds.” A pause. “What kind of target?” There seemed to be dread and amusement in his voice as if one were fighting the other. “Canisters…silver canisters.” Han said with a grunt as he whipped the yoke and turned back into the fur ball of remaining TIE’s. He counted eight. Obviously, Luke had taken out another three. “Only, there’s a catch.” “Always is with you…isn’t there?” “That’s what makes me interesting.” “What’s the catch?” “Uhhh…well…uhhh…you can’t look at the target when you fire.” Luke said nothing for a long moment as the quads sang out, and the TIE’s continued their answering volleys. “What’s in the canisters?” “Well…magnesium.” Han waited. “Han, you can’t.” Luke’s voice was adamant. “Leia’s depending on that shipment.” “Yeah, well I’m depending on it too.” He answered curtly. “We either lose the shipment or we lose us and the shipment.” “There’s no other way?” “I’m all ears.” Han waited as Chewie gave a Wookiee chuckle and reached up to push out his ears. For some reason, the fuzzball always found that funny. “Alright.” Han nodded to himself. “Relax, Luke…the Princess will understand.” “I guess.” He didn’t sound convinced. “Look at it this way…I still need credits to pay Jabba…I’m not getting it after we blow the cargo…so you Rebels get my services for a little while longer.” Chewie roared out with amusement causing Han to scowl. Even Luke came out of his disappointment and laughed. “Keep pushing it, Chewie,... and I’ll have a new throw rug for the lounge.” Han spat. “I think that argument will work just fine with her Highness. So she doesn’t get her canisters…she gets me instead.” Chewie had opened a canine saturated mouth to respond, but a direct hit on the top hull bucked the freighter so completely that Han had to scramble to place them back on the same course. He checked the hyperdrive and showed visible relief that the needles remained in the green. “Luke?” “Yeah…tell me when to fire.” “And you can’t look at the target.” “I heard you the first time…don’t worry.” “I’m not worried, kid.” Han deadpanned. “I can out fly a squadron of TIE fighters with my eyes closed...watch…I’ll show you.” Han closed his eyes and called out to Chewie. “OK, fuzzball…let'r rip.” The sound of the concussion grenade beds spitting out the stacked canisters overplayed the whining auxiliary engines and the pounding barrage of snub fire. Curiously, the quad fire from Luke's lower turret stopped abruptly with the release. Han frowned as he covered his closed eyes with his forearm. His left hand pulled back on the yoke to expose the best field of fire for the laser turret. “Luke?” He didn’t respond, but Han could hear him murmuring through the internal comm link. “Open up to the Force…Ok…come on…little more….-….GOT IT!!!!” With the admission, two double taps of the quad banks rang out unmistakable from any other sound. Almost instantaneously brightness shattered the surrounds so brilliant that Han saw the pink from the inside of his eyelids despite the protection of his forearm. He heard a soft cry of surprise from the Wookiee to his right. Almost instantly, but not quite so, the automatic tinting of the forward viewer grew full black. When he was sure it was safe, he moved his arm, opened his eyes and took in the holoscan. “Nice shot, Luke.” Han chuckled as he watched the erratic behavior of the remaining snubs on the scan. They flew without purpose and their lines were all over the place. “Thanks.” He responded sounding a bit shaken. “I’m seeing a few spots.” “That’s better than those Imp pilots are seeing right now.” He smiled to Chewie who nodded with vigor. “Let’s get out of here. Chewie set up the jump…pick a spot no where near any known systems, and we’ll figure out our itinerary from there.” As the Wookiee worked the algorithms Han relaxed as he pushed down on the sub-lights to get them up to speed. He let out a long breath and waved bye-bye to large designation on the holoscan representative of the Star Destroyer, which was now too far into the planetary well to catch them before they jumped. “Han?” “Yeah, Kid?” “What are you going to tell Leia.” Han bristled at the name and his moment of relaxation was forgotten. After a moment, he answered. “The truth.” He nodded with the words as if trying to convince himself how it would go. “I’ll tell her the truth…and sure, she’ll be a little miffed at first…but after she finds out that I’m sticking around a little longer…she’ll come around.” “Well, when you do it…make sure that I’m around.” The young Jedi sounded amused, and Han couldn’t understand what was so comical. “I wouldn’t want to miss it.” “Yeah…sure.” Han smiled. “You’d like to see how it’s done, huh? Well, that’s understandable…you’re kind of young, just starting out in this big wide galaxy. Stick around me, Kid, and you’ll learn pretty quickly.” A frown developed as a chortled warble sounded out from his side. “Say that again, and you’re going out the airlock.” A short chuff was the only response. “What did he say.” “Nothing.” “Come on, Han.” “He said….” Han scowled at the Wookiee. “He said…nice knowing you…can I have the Falcon since it’s kind of hard to fly from a funeral pyre?” Luke let out a wild guffaw with the words as the aging freighter dipped into the barrier of elongated time. With the bent light of instance went the hope of a galaxy, the best pilot ever to grace a cockpit, and as fierce a friend to whom no one and nothing could equal. -----signature----- "I've met people who figure me for a spoiled Jedi brat." --Jaina Solo "Nooooooooooo !!!!!" snort---Trepidation
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dancing_star Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 4/3 2:56pm Subject: RE: "I Know What I'm Doing" (Han, Luke, Chewie)
	“Well, when you do it…make sure that I’m around.” The young Jedi sounded amused, and Han couldn’t understand what was so comical. “I wouldn’t want to miss it.” “Yeah…sure.” Han smiled. “You’d like to see how it’s done, huh? Well, that’s understandable…you’re kind of young, just starting out in this big wide galaxy. Stick around me, Kid, and you’ll learn pretty quickly.” A frown developed as a chortled warble sounded out from his side. “Say that again, and you’re going out the airlock.” A short chuff was the only response. “What did he say.” “Nothing.” “Come on, Han.” “He said….” Han scowled at the Wookiee. “He said…nice knowing you…can I have the Falcon since it’s kind of hard to fly from a funeral pyre?” Luke let out a wild guffaw with the words as the aging freighter dipped into the barrier of elongated time. With the bent light of instance went the hope of a galaxy, the best pilot ever to grace a cockpit, and as fierce a friend to whom no one and nothing could equal. LOVED this story!! Just perfect!! You have the characters down to a "T" and your writing is fabulous! Such a cool "missing scene" here! I love those "in between" or "off-screen" stories. Feel free to do more like this in the future! -----signature----- See my updated bio for fics God bless America and our troops. "The LORD gives strength to his people. The LORD blesses his people with peace." Ps 29:11 ~~~ Drabbles!! http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/29148282/p1/?9
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Iverna Registered: Feb '08	Date Posted: 4/3 3:03pm Subject: RE: "I Know What I'm Doing" (Han, Luke, Chewie)
	I really enjoyed this! You wrote all the characters really well - Han's argumentative as ever, Chewie's wry comments are obvous even when they're just implied, and Luke's quiet amusement is totally spot-on too. I'd love to see the scene where Han tells Leia just what happened! Good writing! -----signature----- "Agent Winter, you've got ice water running through your veins." - Tycho Celchu *** Han WANTS the Falcon fixed! Right? http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28125675/p1/?5
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Ocelotl_Nesto Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 4/3 3:52pm Subject: RE: "I Know What I'm Doing" (Han, Luke, Chewie)
	Nice post! Fun little story... Han seemed a bit mean to Chewie... Musta been the stress of the moment
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/3 5:33pm Subject: RE: "I Know What I'm Doing" (Han, Luke, Chewie)
	"Keep it up, Fuzzball…and I’ll remove the static inhibitor from the sonic wash.” }} Classic! -----signature----- The country is that place where chickens walk around uncooked - Julio Cortázar Unexpected Blossom http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28693266 Sailing Little Boats http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28747916
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Jade_Pilot Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 4/3 6:23pm Subject: RE: "I Know What I'm Doing" (Han, Luke, Chewie)
	That was great! I LOL through the whole thing! You write a great Han. Well done! -----signature----- "A government big enough to give you everything you want is a government big enough to take from you everything you have." ~ Gerald Ford
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ccp Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 4/7 7:23am Subject: RE: "I Know What I'm Doing" (Han, Luke, Chewie)
	That was great. -----signature----- Padwan to Big Fatty If someone says, "Have a nice weekend," I never say, "You too." Because I never know if, perhaps, by the time the weekend rolls around, I will have other plans for that person. Come Friday, I may wish to have them slain. - George Carli
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Teresa Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 4/7 7:50am Subject: RE: "I Know What I'm Doing" (Han, Luke, Chewie)
	Excellent glimpse of a moment between the boys! Now I can only hope for a glimpse of that talk with Leia...... Many thanks for writing this!
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