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8: It's A Trap!

VIII: It's A Trap!

He rubbed his eyes, confused about his surroundings. He was in a closet, he looked around and found a light, Luke was so drowsy at the moment, he couldn't focus. He stood and regained his senses, he looked around. It smelled of perfume, he shuffled around to see if he could recognise the clothing here. He did. Evaan's purple dress from the Life Day party was hung up. He was in Evaan's closet.

He banged the door and screamed for help. How could he let her do this? He can't let that snake touch Han, Leia or anyone else that he cared about.

He sat down, still tired from whatever drug that b**** blew on him.

Luke... a voice echoed, he looked around. "Ben?" he asked "Master Yoda?"

Use the Force, Luke. Leia! That's how he can get out of this! He closed his eyes and concentrated on his sister's presence, "Help me," he mumbled. She was nearby, only a few hallways down, figuring out the plans of their next battle(if there was ever going to be one).

She paused the meeting, a tingle was shot through her. Luke! "Luke!" she cried, rushing to where she could feel him. She ran through the corridors and through a few twists – she stopped.

Evaan's room. Evaan trapped Luke in her room?

She kicked the sliding door and it obeyed her command, "Luke!" she cried.

"Leia!" he called back, leaning against the closet door "I'm in the closet!"

She pulls it open, taking Luke into her arms and hugging him. "What happened?"

"I think she's going to do something to Han."

"What do you mean?" she asked, confused and concerned all at once.

"She said I should be concerned about him. Then she knocked me out." he explained, Leia took him by the arm and sped off to the boarding deck. Evaan's X-Wing was gone. Han was still alive, thank goodness and C-3PO was also there. He saw their faces. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," Leia said, pulling him off the side. Chewbacca looked at Luke. "We need to talk, too," he said, signalling him to follow him. "Chewie, you know Evaan?"

He nods. Luke ruffles his hair nervously and chews on his lip, pacing the floor rapidly. "I think she's going to hurt Han."

Chewbacca growls defensively in agreement, the wookie had obviously noticed Luke's affection for Captain Solo and how he looked at him, if only he could tell the young boy to just tell Han how he felt. He growls("don't worry kid, I'll help you when the time comes") he wrapped Luke in a sudden hug and stroked his hair.

"Chewie!" he laughed "I'm fine – you can let go now." Chewie was protective of the young kid, he wanted the best for his friend. "Okay, I think we need to track Evaan down and–"

Han and Leia interrupt him, their bodies close together. "We have a plan."

"What is it?" he asked them. The two looked at each other. "It's to do with the Wedding, we'll set a trap for Evaan." Luke nods, now realising that he still hasn't told anyone about his love for Han... That was a highlight that was left out of the page.

THREE MONTHS LATER

The wedding was just in a week, Evaan had collected all her ingredients. It was midnight, the smuggler had fallen asleep in his chambers, his brown hair was ruffled. She got out a needle from her pocket, collecting a bit of blood from his arm, slapping a bandaid and blowing more dust on him, to make him conk out for a few more hours. She grabbed the suit that he was planning to wear for the wedding, stuffing it in her bag and found where he had hidden his speech.

She opens the door, a dark hooded figure follows, a dark pale-wrinkly old man uses the Force to lift the sleeping Han Solo into the air, the team sneak out and go back to their own secret base.

The remains of the OG Death Star were covered in thick layers of dust, they tied Han Solo to a pole and left him there, whilst they were experimenting, perfeting. Evaan placed a tracking watch on a new body, a new Han Solo. (Solo 2.0?) It was a perfect copy, the same clothes and everything. "The Force is powerful, Master Palpatine." she tells the Sith Lord. He cackles menacingly, "yes my dear apprentice...now, you know what to do."

She nods, the fake Han Solo awakens, the same everything. Ready to be plotted in this perfect plan.

–

Something awoke Luke, like there was a large disturbance like a thunderous storm was approaching them too quickly. He gulped, running a hand through his hair and clutching his chest, tears bubbling in his eyes. He feels pain. Han's pain...through the force, he could tell he was being tortured. Maybe it was a dream? Could Leia feel it too?

It couldn't be, he knows what Han's pain feels like, it wasn't exactly it. Like there were two of him. He goes back to bed, tomorrow, the Wedding rehearsal would be different.