tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127004132011-08-09T16:06:39.311+09:00Lovable ScoundrelPhoenixnoreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12700413.post-1127978868652513282005-10-02T16:08:00.000+09:002005-10-02T21:57:21.666+09:00

As the Twilek and I were climbing the stairs (no lift in this place, the mechanism would get clogged with the dust and sand), I started prying him for the information.Han: Who is the job for?Contact: Some old geezer.Han: What does he need me for?Contact: (eyes me sideways) I don't know.Han: What kind of job is it?Contact: You'll have to ask him.Han: How will this help me find information on my

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I'd never seen Fett without his armor on. It was a strange experience. This is a guy we all tend to think about as invincible, but a lot of that is because of his gear. Here he was, gearless, and talking to me as if we were old chums.The one slight advantage I had was that, while he certainly knew who I was, he didn't know that I knew who he was.I gave the danger signal to Chewie. He

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Well, THAT was a surreal experience.So I made it to Tatooine, and I'm waiting in the local bar for my new contact to arrive, and I'm bored out of my mind. No one here is the least bit interesting, and Chewie and I have been together so long, I've heard all his stories about a dozen times.Well, this guy comes over. I don't know, he seemed kinda familiar, but not really. I couldn't place his face.

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Mood: Really, really angry.You have GOT to be kidding me!So, I meet my contact on Polis Massa and guess what? He doesn't ACTUALLY have the information on who is looking for me or what the job is. He has information on another contact who knows the guy.This amateur-hour crap really pisses me off. This information couldn't have been sent to me through other channels? I had to come all the way out

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Some good news at last:I got an anonymous tip that someone was looking for me; someone who 1) has a job for me to do AND 2) has information on my father. A sort-of kill-two-bounty-hunters-with-one-shot deal.I just got to get away from these rebels first. They're not a bad lot, but Luke has started following me around like a lost puppy, or an annoying little brother. I understand that, his

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OK, you know I have a secret about Vader. And, I want to tell you what it is, but I don't know quite how to word it, so I'll just say it. Here goes:Darth Vader. Is. My father.Sigh. There, I said it. I feel like this is a support group. Hello, my name is Han Solo, and Darth Vader is my father.You know, I haven't actually said that to anyone before. I mean, Vader is an evil, psychopathic,

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Sorry for the lack of updates. Things have been REALLY busy around here lately. I just want to let you know, I ain't dead yet.Well. The battle. We won, obviously. 'We' being the rebels, which I guess I'm a part of now, too. Like an idiot, I went back and provided some covering fire. The hotshot kid took out the Death Moon thing, and saved the day. You know who didn't make it, though?

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This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!We'd get killed. No doubt about it.I'm not doing it....They'll keep transmitting until I come back....Actually, what'll happen is I'll get caught. Luke'll escape....[EXP]!

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The rebels. What a motley crew of misfits and rejects. I can't believe I got myself tangled up in this.That big ball of death (or as I like to call it, the "Death Moon") has been detected on the long range sensors. It will be here soon, and when it arrives everyone still here will die. It is inevitable.Today is not a good day to die, so when the Imps get here I plan to be somewhere else.What

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ARGH! My stupid computer!Sigh. "Recover post", it does nothing!So, I lost everything I wrote. As if my day hasn't been bad enough already. Typical.Anyway, I've been away for a while. Let me explain:...No, there's too much. Let me sum up:We got to Alderaan, except...no Alderaan! It wasn't there. It'd beentotally blown away. We chased a fighter to a small moon, only it was no moon, it was a

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We're here! We're coming up on Alderaan as I type this. I'll have these clowns dropped off and my credits in hand within the hour. Then I'll have Jabba paid off, and with luck, no Imperial entanglements.My luck is finally coming around! I'm so happy!Be back soon!

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This may not be the best time to point it out, seeing as how we're on the run from the Imperial slugs, but I just caught my reflection off a panel, and it brought to mind an important question:Can you believe how sexy I am?I mean, DAMN!It's almost beyond comprehension.Sometimes I wish I were a woman, just so I could get with me, 'cause I'm so damn sexy.Wait, that didn't quite sound right...

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That blasted kid! I was minding my own business, and his stupid remote had a targeting malfunction and shot me in the junk!I don't mind if he wants to practice with that stupid ancient weapon (like being good against remotes is even close to being good against people), but not if he's just going to wander off blindly because he has the blast shield down on his helmet! He left the seeker with

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An old kook, a farmboy, an effeminate droid, and a rubbish bin.What is so special about them that I had to run from 3 (count 'em, three) Imperial cruisers when we left Tatooine? I knew they were desperate (no one pays 17,000 credits for a passenger run unless they're desperate), but I really thought it was just some local trouble. I see I wasn't thinking big enough.So, this trip will net me the

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Alas, poor Greedo. I knew him, Chewbacca.I should know better than to hang out with bounty hunters, anyway. Sigh.Anyway, I've been having a temporary run of bad luck lately. The guy I work for is unhappy about losing his cargo, and I'm going to have to pay for it. It's unfair, but it's an unfair galaxy.No worries though. I picked up a sweet fare that will square the deal. Just transport a

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What is it about bad girls that drives men wild?She was a drug addict when I met her, she was religious (I'm not), and her family hated me (I was the bad influence in their eyes, if you can believe that).And she ran out on me. Just up and disappeared. I really thought we had something together, and she broke my heart. I don't even have a real image of her, just a boardwalk-artist's sketch from

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So, I smuggle interstellar cargo for a living. If you didn't know that already, welcome to the party.This entails spending a lot of my time aboard ship, zipping through space. Well, recently, I've been having a run of bad luck. Now, I'm probably the luckiest guy you are likely to meet, in this galaxy or any other. But, my luck runs in both directions: I have both extremely good luck, and

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Damn straight, I won! I got an actual autographed photo of the Jedi master himself. This would be worth a lot, if all Jedi in the galaxy were eliminated for some reason.From the Man himself.

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Yoda is doing a movie quote contest on his blog. I'm going to kick ass!

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Just admit it.

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