Late again! Sorry. "I can't understand a word you're saying," Threepio went on. "Your systems must be worse off than they even look, which is quite horrible, I might add... Oh no! Your smoldering wires are tarnishing my metacarpal covering!" Silly old C3PO. I couldn't agree with you more, sir. I can't tell you how refreshing it is to be at the service of a human being with such logical priorities. Classic. I enjoyed the scene with Jag and the droids a lot Great dialogue. "How's he doing?" "It's difficult to say." "Why? What's he saying?" The protocol droid turned to Jag with his typical blank expression and brightly glowing yellow eyes. "At the moment, Artoo is reciting a recipe for air cake, sir." Jag opened his mouth to respond but found there was nothing to say. After a moment, C-3PO added, "I'll let you know if he mentions the bay doors." Wonderful. Actually - can I have a copy of that recipe? Air cake sounds just the right kind of thing for an airhead. "Goodness, I think I miscalculated. You may actually be worse than Captain Solo." The greatest compliment ever. Had Jacen really fallen to the dark side? Had his mind been poisoned against the Order? Had he just gone mad? Can we choose option 4 - all of the above? "Stop right there!" Jaina shouted. There was no doubt her pursuers had seen the flash of her glowrod as she was running through the forest, so her only hope was to try and scare them off. As weary as she was, she didn't know how long she could last in a fight, especially against a cadre of Raithian Commandos. "Oh, please don't kill us!" A tremulous voice called back through the woods. "We've been through enough!" I love it! As if on cue, the astromech came rolling out of the forest, his treads clogged with a tangle of vines and overgrowth before he tipped over and landed face-first into the mud. "I'm afraid Artoo may be in need of some maintenance when we return to Halo," C-3PO admitted. Words escape me - this is SO Star Wars. nstead of scoffing at her, the Togorian's blaster cannon lowered slightly. "Solo? Han Solo's cub?" "Well... His daughter, yes," Jaina admitted, beginning to feel even more nervous. The Togorian seemed amused and she thought Jaina heard a murmur working its way through the trees. "Solo," the gray creature repeated with a grin. "Yes, we remember him well." Yay - at least I think so. Tell me Han doesn't owe the Togorians anything?! Han was still adjusting to the realization that his wife was a killing machine. Yeah - he'd better remember to put the toilet seat down from now on, or else. With somewhat less grace than his wife, Han stepped over the safety railing and hopped down into the din, his feet hitting stone only a moment before his backside did the same. Ha - great stuff. It brought home to me again why I admire Han. Things are so much harder for him and yet he keeps on going anyway. Mara led them all down to the next level and started for the GFS hangar when the flashing strobe lights of a security speeder came streaking into view, and banked hard ahead of them. Kyle and Mara leveled their blasters at the vehicle, getting ready to unload on it when it came to a dead stop on the pedwalk. The doors opened and out came the unmistakable sound of Barabel sissing. Hee hee - loved that bit. A little of echo of Chewie in RotJ in the AT-AT. Just the kind of thing the Barabels would find amusing, too. What a relief they found Anakin - but his silence is making me nervous. Good on Klorne for being suspicious, especially as it meant she let the Lady Luck get away. What a chapter!