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The plot is an alternate universe with the Star Wars basic plot only Luke Skywalker was killed at the death star yadda yadda yadda so here's the first quote:
“I’ll have a Gallin Ale and some water for the Wookie,” said Solo to the lanky and ragged bartender. Chewbacca immediately howled in disapproval. Han backed away and smiled casually to the man. “Make it two Gallin Ale’s, and forget about the water.”
The bartender nodded, barely, and caught the credit that Solo tossed into the air.
The young smuggler turned away from the bright lights in the bar and leaned on the bedraggled table. He glanced back and forth amongst the crowd; could see nothing more than a mob of aliens that he had never heard of nor seen before with his own eyes. He hated smuggling so far away from real civilization, he had only done it once previously for Jabba the Hutt, and with his incredible luck had managed to come under attack by an Imperial Customs patrol, which were much less common in the Core Worlds. He had to dump his spice shipment and befriend two farmers and their ‘droids from Tatooine, take them to the nonexistent planet Alderaan and then fall in love with a leader of the rebel alliance. Solo then took them to the command base on Yavin four, got paid and watched, then, as he left the world as the Death Star obliterated it, taking his friends with it and any hope of overthrowing the Empire.
So, he didn’t enjoy doing jobs for the Outer Rim that much.
The bartender handed him his frothy ale, which Solo gulped greedily, waiting for the hints of the relaxing drug zubododrine to calm him and his friend down. He turned back to the bright table and gazed blankly at it. They had happened to run into the Secondary Imperial Armada, which just happened to be on the other side of Yavin, and had been pursued for two days straight by a trio of Star Destroyers. They probably thought he was a rebel, and haven’t likely made the connection between the ship they captured outside of the Alderaan asteroid field and the one they chased away from the obliterated rebel base. He saw his first good luck in two weeks as a Bothan resistance group happened to stumble upon their little chase and duke it out with the imperials, as he slipped away unnoticed. Naturally both he and Chewbacca were on edge.
He heard Chewbacca’s throat rumble, a clear sign of immanent danger. He turned back around, his hand instinctively lightly gripping the handle of his blaster pistol. A fully armored troop or bounty hunter of some sort was standing mere feet from him. The armor he wore was scarred and hinted with a shade of dark green; whoever this was had seen plenty of combat.
“So, Solo, I believe I’ve heard that Jabba has put a death mark on your head recently. The reward for your capture-dead or alive I might add-is over five-hundred thousand credits,” his voice was high-pitched and annoying, arrogant and stupid. He had probably stolen the armor from someone who had actually been a real bounty hunter. The thing lifted his blaster rifle to Solo’s chest while one of his fingers flicked off the safety, causing the generators inside to hum and glow a slight red. “Give me double the amount and I’ll let you go.
“Look, friend, I don’t have that kind of money, maybe we can talk about this over a mug of some ale,” Solo gestured to the bartender as his other hand tightened on his blaster, “maybe we can come to some kind of long-term agreement.”
The hunter pressed the nozzle into his white shirt. “No agreements, I want my money now.”
Solo lifted his eyebrows and was about to try to reason with him-again, when a blast of laser fire tore through the cantina and ripped through the bounty hunters armor, causing him to fall to the floor in a pool of blood. The repetitive jizz music was turned off as Chewbacca howled, his bowcaster already at hand. Han peered into the darkness of the restaurant, trying to find whoever fired the last shot. His eyes hadn’t adapted to from the light of the bar, he could barely see the flurry of scattering bandits.
Then he finally saw them. A trio of stormtroopers, they were rapidly moving towards his position from the only exit in the bar. He quickly jumped over the bar table and landed on the hard, tiled floor as a volley of blaster bolts exploded onto the wall just above his head. Chewie was right behind him. The wookie lifted his weapon to the table and fired several random shots, trying to scatter the formation of imperials.
The green energy cast bright shadows on the inside of the bar. As Chewie ceased firing Han listened intently, trying to hear the familiar clatter of their boots and armor as they ran towards him. There was none. He slowly lifted his head above the table while holding Chewbacca’s down. As he glanced back and forth he saw the crumpled, smoldering bodies of the troops on the floor of the cantina.
“Nice shooting, Chewie,” he remarked as he jumped over the bar.
Chewie grumbled in approval and chuckled as he made his way out of the Cantina.
Thanks for reading!
The plot is an alternate universe with the Star Wars basic plot only Luke Skywalker was killed at the death star yadda yadda yadda so here's the first quote:
“I’ll have a Gallin Ale and some water for the Wookie,” said Solo to the lanky and ragged bartender. Chewbacca immediately howled in disapproval. Han backed away and smiled casually to the man. “Make it two Gallin Ale’s, and forget about the water.”
The bartender nodded, barely, and caught the credit that Solo tossed into the air.
The young smuggler turned away from the bright lights in the bar and leaned on the bedraggled table. He glanced back and forth amongst the crowd; could see nothing more than a mob of aliens that he had never heard of nor seen before with his own eyes. He hated smuggling so far away from real civilization, he had only done it once previously for Jabba the Hutt, and with his incredible luck had managed to come under attack by an Imperial Customs patrol, which were much less common in the Core Worlds. He had to dump his spice shipment and befriend two farmers and their ‘droids from Tatooine, take them to the nonexistent planet Alderaan and then fall in love with a leader of the rebel alliance. Solo then took them to the command base on Yavin four, got paid and watched, then, as he left the world as the Death Star obliterated it, taking his friends with it and any hope of overthrowing the Empire.
So, he didn’t enjoy doing jobs for the Outer Rim that much.
The bartender handed him his frothy ale, which Solo gulped greedily, waiting for the hints of the relaxing drug zubododrine to calm him and his friend down. He turned back to the bright table and gazed blankly at it. They had happened to run into the Secondary Imperial Armada, which just happened to be on the other side of Yavin, and had been pursued for two days straight by a trio of Star Destroyers. They probably thought he was a rebel, and haven’t likely made the connection between the ship they captured outside of the Alderaan asteroid field and the one they chased away from the obliterated rebel base. He saw his first good luck in two weeks as a Bothan resistance group happened to stumble upon their little chase and duke it out with the imperials, as he slipped away unnoticed. Naturally both he and Chewbacca were on edge.
He heard Chewbacca’s throat rumble, a clear sign of immanent danger. He turned back around, his hand instinctively lightly gripping the handle of his blaster pistol. A fully armored troop or bounty hunter of some sort was standing mere feet from him. The armor he wore was scarred and hinted with a shade of dark green; whoever this was had seen plenty of combat.
“So, Solo, I believe I’ve heard that Jabba has put a death mark on your head recently. The reward for your capture-dead or alive I might add-is over five-hundred thousand credits,” his voice was high-pitched and annoying, arrogant and stupid. He had probably stolen the armor from someone who had actually been a real bounty hunter. The thing lifted his blaster rifle to Solo’s chest while one of his fingers flicked off the safety, causing the generators inside to hum and glow a slight red. “Give me double the amount and I’ll let you go.
“Look, friend, I don’t have that kind of money, maybe we can talk about this over a mug of some ale,” Solo gestured to the bartender as his other hand tightened on his blaster, “maybe we can come to some kind of long-term agreement.”
The hunter pressed the nozzle into his white shirt. “No agreements, I want my money now.”
Solo lifted his eyebrows and was about to try to reason with him-again, when a blast of laser fire tore through the cantina and ripped through the bounty hunters armor, causing him to fall to the floor in a pool of blood. The repetitive jizz music was turned off as Chewbacca howled, his bowcaster already at hand. Han peered into the darkness of the restaurant, trying to find whoever fired the last shot. His eyes hadn’t adapted to from the light of the bar, he could barely see the flurry of scattering bandits.
Then he finally saw them. A trio of stormtroopers, they were rapidly moving towards his position from the only exit in the bar. He quickly jumped over the bar table and landed on the hard, tiled floor as a volley of blaster bolts exploded onto the wall just above his head. Chewie was right behind him. The wookie lifted his weapon to the table and fired several random shots, trying to scatter the formation of imperials.
The green energy cast bright shadows on the inside of the bar. As Chewie ceased firing Han listened intently, trying to hear the familiar clatter of their boots and armor as they ran towards him. There was none. He slowly lifted his head above the table while holding Chewbacca’s down. As he glanced back and forth he saw the crumpled, smoldering bodies of the troops on the floor of the cantina.
“Nice shooting, Chewie,” he remarked as he jumped over the bar.
Chewie grumbled in approval and chuckled as he made his way out of the Cantina.
Thanks for reading!
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