Split Love (What if Bria survived the destruction of the spy ship?)

AAAAHHH!! Keep going. Waiting is torture.

 

Ha! I'm a foreign guy! Well, UP!!!

 

well, how about European guys? not taiwanese guys... (j/k)

yes, I know.. picky American women...

We even have a song after us!

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Bria awoke from her nap, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She looked over at the small chrono hung on the wall. It was late afternoon.

Streching her arm, she crawled out of the bed and headed into the freshner, splashing some cool water on her face. She changed into a fresh pair of clothes, then pulled her hair up in a corillian braid.

No one was in the small apartment, so Bria shrugged and headed into the complex. It was alive with Bespinians, all walking around, talking to others. The whole building was abuzz with conversation.

Bria tried to pick up what a few people were saying. She get close to a middle aged pair of women.

"... how Administrator Calrissian told us to not get into Vader's way when he came."

"The Empire? Here?"

"He said it would be for a short while then they would be gone forever."

Bria's brows scrunched in confusion. Lando was against the Empire, vader most of all. Why woudl they come here? There was nothing worth while here besides the Mine. The mine and...

Bria's blood froze.

//Oh Shavit!//

She ran back to the room, pushing past people and even knocking a little kid over. She ran past a series of windows the overlooked the landind pads.

One one was a Mandalorian fighter along with an Imperial shuttle. She looked up into the clouds to see the outline of two Star Destroyers.

She looked back at the fighter. It was battle worn, that she could tell. But she recognized it. She could barely make out the two words inscribed onto the side of the ship.

"Shavit," she whispered. "It's the Slave 1." She looked around. "Fett's here," she whispered to herself.

Cursing again, she began to run to their rooms, faster than she had before.

Dealing with the Empire was one thing.

Dealing with Boba Fett was another.

 

Heheheee.....

Actually I AM an european guy *gg*.
I don't know if I mentioned, but I'm from Germany. But I also have to say that I'm an old Bantha (right now at this moment it's 22 years, 5 months and 2 days).

So I'd only have to jump in my B-Wing and straight fly to you.... OK, just kidding.

But please keep this lovestory going on.

 

Great post!!! I wonder what Boba Fett would do... hey, Taiwanese are cool!!!

 

Good one!

 

yeah what, ummmmm, Wraith said, "But please keep this lovestory going on."

 

22? Damn, 3 years older is my limit. You miss it a mile.. (It sucks being 14) or a kilometer, for those of you who use the metric system.

Okay, post friday night, right after my hs wins the CIF Championship!

 

Yeah, To The Top!!!

 

Friday night??? Right now, it's friday night...for me. Well, post soon!!!

 

:Crying: WE LOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



18-26, how could we?!

I didn't feel so bad for crying cause a lot of guys were crying too.

BUT still, WE lOST!!!!!!!!!!!

Tigers lost to freaking dogs... Huskeys... It's all because we didn't do "Hey cheerleaders, how do you feel?"

Okay, I'm in the mood for angust (or how ever you spell it) so this next post is perfect!

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Bria ran into open door to their rooms, eight pairs of eyes looking quizzically at her.

"Bria?" Han asked.

"You traitorous bastard!" She yelled, pointing at Lando.

The dark skinned man looked around, confused. "Bria, I don't understand..."

"Don't give me that crap. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Bria, I think you need to lie down...." Han grabbed her arm and began pulling her over to the sofa. She angrily pushed it away.

"He set us up, Han. The Imps know we're here."

"Bria, that's obsurd. Why would Lando do that?"

"To save his precious city."

Han cast a glance over at his old friend. The man shrugged, then made a hand gesture towards his mouth, indicating that she might have been drinking.

"I still say you need to get so rest, Bria. Lando just invited us for a little brunch..." Han trailed off, following her gaze over to where Threepio lay in a box, all torn apart.

"what happened?"

"Don't ask..."

"Are you going or not, Han?" Lando asked.

"I'm coming." He turned to Bria. "Are you all right?"

"Han, it's a trap. I saw Imperial Shuttles outside," she whispered. "And I saw the Slave 1."

Han snorted. "are you kidding me? lando hates Fett...."

"Han, you have to believe me."

The Corillian sighed. "I do, Bria. But I'm really, really hungry..."

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Bria followed the small parade closely, keeping an eye out for shiny white uniforms. She saw none.

//maybe I'm just hallucinating. maybe i just imagine the whole thing up.//

She barely heard Lando talking to Leia about keeping the Imps off his back when he opened up the private eating chamber. The room was plae white, with a large window and a long white table in the center.

At the end of the table sat Darth Vader.

Almost on reflex, Han pulled out his blaster and started shooting. Vader easily deflecting them with his hand, calling to the Force and pulling Han's blaster into his own hand.

Chewie let out a roar and began to charge, pausing as files of white armor filled the room.

"They care right before you did. I had no choice." Lando looked at them with a small amount of guilt. "I'm sorry."

"Good, Calrissian," Vader hissed. He looked at the guests. "We've been expecting you."

From behind a marble pillar, Boba Fett walke dout. The scarred Mandalorian still gave the bounty hunter that fearsome aura. Bria glared at him then hit Han on the backside of the head.

"I told you I saw the Slave 1!"

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Leia and Bria sat in a dark cell, staring at the walls. They had been there for hours, echos of screams of pain coming down the hall into the cell.

Han's screams.

Bria sat with her hands clasped, resting her head on her hands and her arms on her knees. Her tears had dried from hours before, but her eyes still remained glossy.

"This is all my fault," she whispered to the dead air. "If only I had pressed him into not coming here..."

"Bria, this isn't your fault. It's ours. Han, Chewie's and mine. We should have listened to you in the first place."

The cell door opened, sending painful light into the women's eyes. A tall figure walked in, a green cape billowing after him.

"Don't you have better things to do, Fett? Like telling someone else that they're dead?"

"Well, well, if it isn't Bria Tharren? I was only too happy to announce your death after your Rebel spy ship had been invaded."

"Go to hell, Fett."

"Been there. It's a little thing called 'politics'...."

"I resent that," Leia said.

 

Great post!!!!

 

Another great post. More...Please?

 

THat was great! Sorry your team lost!

 

*8)()@(*$@_)($*#)(#$%$#$%@$%#%$#$%#^%^$%#^%#^%#%$#^%$#%^$#%$#^$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I had the next post written up, then when I sneezed, i quickly grabbed a tissue, and my elbow hit the keyboard, and the whole thing erased!

#$@%^@%@^%^@%^#4#%$#$%^%$#$#^%$#$#^%$#^%$#$#^%$#$%@#@#^$#$%@$#%$#$@$#^%$#$@$%#^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

AUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Hit back!! Maybe that will helP!

 

I did and it didn't do anything!

 

I don't know what to do!!!!!!!! Sorry!!!!!!!!

 

I've had emails get erased also... It's very annoying. I feel bad.

 

OH my god!!!!!!! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN???!!!! Well, it did. Oh well.

 

Things like that just happen once in a while, Miana.

So I just can say: PLease write it again and don't stop.

 

all right, i'll try to rewrite it...

but not now. Give me 3 days, k? 3 days then I'm done with school for the rest of the month.

 

Lucky!!!! We don't get out for winter holidays till the 22nd!

 

Well, post!!! Thanks!

 

22? ick...

TONIGHT, OK? I'm babysitting the devil and her brother, who's an angel from 2-10 tonight.