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9: Wedding Woes

IX: Wedding Woes

Groaning, he rubbed his head. His body was aching, he was tied to a pole. He moved around, when he did, a drop of red came from his mouth and ruined his jacket. He's bleeding. He struggles with the ropes, the fibre burning his skin.

"You're awake," says a familiar voice.

"Evaan!" he cries. He had a bruised eye and a split lip, a few scars on his body and he looked pretty rough. "Are you behind this? Where's Leia and Luke?" he hissed. He looked down, his pistol wasn't there, they removed it. Evaan smiles and laughs, her pretty features showing through the small bits of sunlight from above. They were deep underground, deep underground in the remains of the Death Star.

"Look, Solo." she said, looking at her tracking device "you're doing well up there."

"What do you mean up there?"

"Find out soon enough when Leia makes the wrong move."

"What have you done?!" he cried angrily, pushing against the ropes with all his might, he managed to stand.

"A dream come true."

–

Luke fiddled with his fingers nervously, "Leia something's wrong." his sister sighs, "look, Luke, you've been saying that all morning. Han is fine. He looks fine to me."

"He doesn't feel like Han!" he retorted back, "I felt a disturbance in the Force." Leia looks through her cupboard to add something to her wedding dress, it was rehearsal. Leia sighed, adding a small shining crown. "You look great," Luke said, complimenting her and trying to change the subject. Maybe he is just paranoid. Leia smiles "thank you," she said, they went to a large hall, where all the rebels, families and friends were going to be. Han was already there, in his sleek black suit and tie with a rose in his breast pocket.

It still looked like Han. Luke look his sister's arm, the Force felt the same, it felt like Han... maybe it was just a dream. They walk up slowly, the band playing a smooth, catchy song.

Han looks at them and nods, Leia smiles back. Luke smiled at how happy they were together – he felt balance in the force, like two beings were being connected. Once him and Leia reached the later, he stepped aside to Han's side. Something flinched in him, he heard screaming. Like Han's voice, pleading for his life–he shook it off, now trembling slightly.

Was this the real Han? He observed his features for a long while, Han didn't notice. Busy staring at Leia. Usually Han would pick up these small details. He knew how handsome and attractive he was up close, he turned away and focused on the 'wedding'.

–

After rehearsals, they changed back to their normal clothes, Luke was sitting down, eating lunch. The soup smelled okay but tasted bitter. Luke. The voice echoed again, it was Ben Kenobi.

"Ben?" he whispered, Han and Leia had gone off for more planning, it was only him and Chewbacca on their table today. Luke, your friend is in trouble. He set down his spoon and excused himself, going to his room, crossing his legs and focusing on the connection. Rescue him, Luke.

"Where is he?" he says quietly.

The Valeraine girl is missing, trace where her ship landed. Rescue Captain Solo before it is too late! He opened his eyes, Han is in trouble. He starts packing his things. "Hey, kid?"

That warm voice sounded like Han, it was but it wasn't. "Yeah?" he said, hiding the bag. "Thanks," he said, smiling. That sounded like Ham, felt like Han... "For what?" Luke asked nervously.

"Everything. You're a really good friend." Luke nods, his face blushing. This wasn't the real Han! How could I still like a fake, Han Solo? He screamed at himself mentally. He can't rescue Han this early, he still needed to find out what Evaan was planning to do. The Real Han was missing. 

He gulped, he needed Chewbacca's help. He sighs, "you alright?" he just remembered that 'Han' was still in the room. "Uh, yeah." Luke responds, 'Han' nods. Maybe he can just call him Fake Han until he finds the Real Han. He paces around his room for a while before deciding he should find where Han is, get help then confront Evaan.

Little did he know, Evaan had other plans.