I Have A Bad Feeling About This

Chapter 4. An Unusual Allie

Nar Shaddaa was located in the Outer Rim Regions, one of the moons of the planet Nal Hutta, ruled by the Hutt clans. Nar Shaddaa was nicknamed The Smuggler's Moon and for good reasons. Many shady, lethal, unfriendly, suspicious and unsavory characters lived and passed through the Smuggler's Moon, it was the perfect place to hand Han Solo over to the Hutts, who were waiting with impatience.

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Luke weakly tried to brush away his dried blood, breathing having become difficult with the blood blocking his nostrils. But it only seemed to smear and make things worse as Luke aggravated the bleeding again.

"Just leave it alone, you've already lost a lot of blood." Han said worriedly as Luke gave up and silently closed his eyes in exhaustion.

The Jedi looked worse than ever, yes even worse then when Han had had to save Luke from freezing to death on Hoth. At least then Han had hope for a rescue, now, not so much.

The freighter had exited hyperspace and was heading into an atmosphere. Han bit his lip. "Luke, whatever happens just stay calm Kid." Han said nervously.

Luke would've chuckled at Han's nervous words made to be reassuring, but it came out as a violent cough which only aggravated his bleeding nose and blast wound more.

"Easy, easy." Han said gently as Luke coughed up more blood before the coughing subsided and the Jedi relaxed, feeling quite literally like a half drown womprat.

"I'm ok." Luke whispered wearily, wanting to sleep. Sleep never sounded better than now, but he had to stay awake, what if Han was taken and Luke never saw it? Leia would surely kill him for letting the bounty hunters take Han away.

"Just rest." Han ordered gently as the freighter began to land.

Luke frowned, recognizing the feeling of the ship landing. What could they possibly do? Han could not fight the bounty hunters on his own, and Luke could barely move without bringing more pain upon himself.

"I'll figure something out." Han said softly as the ship's engines slowed and the landing gears touched ground.

Fett and Dengar entered the haul as Bossk released Han from the cell bars. Han kicked, trying to fight back but the taller, stronger Trandoshan easily cuffed Han's hands behind his back.

Luke tried to get up, yanking weakly at the cuff around his hand. "Wait, y-you can't do this... let him go!" Luke shouted, hissing as his wound protested his desperate movements to stand.

"Luke it'll be ok, I promise." Han said, trying to reassure his friend as the haul's ramp lowered and Dengar took charge of the captive smuggler, leading Han away.

Luke clenched his jaw as he looked up at Fett and Bossk, balling his fists, but there wasn't anything he could do, he couldn't even call on the Force to help him.

Fett turned to Bossk. "Stay here, Dengar and I will take Solo to the Hutts."

Bossk nodded. "Sure thing Bosss." The Trandoshan hissed while eyeing the Jedi maliciously.

Han frowned in anger as he was taken away. He had to find a way out of this, his mind worked furiously as Dengar and Fett marched Han to a speeder vehicle, taking off to the exchange place.

Neither bounty hunters nor did the smuggler notice a two man speeder, driven by a hooded figure follow them from afar.

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The exchange place was a loud, dirty, smelly, disgusting slime ball of a bar, filled with a great assortment of scumbags, drunks and worse. Bounty hunters boasted at the bars, women danced for drunkards, music played loudly and shady characters whispered in the dark corners as Boba Fett and Dengar entered with their prisoner.