Star Wars: Civil War/ Chapter 3: Old Faces, New Problems

“Now we can get down to business,” Spectrum said. There was this cold breeze that filled the air, as if it was symbolic to what Han was about to do. “What’s the deal, Solo? This better be good.”

“You can bet on it that it’s good. We have your First Order sergeant with us. Wesson, right? Well, if we don’t execute him, you swear on your life that you’ll stop bothering the people of this cesspool of a galaxy. Got it?” Han informed.

Spectrum’s eyes widened. Han knew what he just said had led to a huge mistake. “You have Wesson?”

“... Yeah. We know he’s a spy!”

“He is a traitor to the First Order! If you have him, give him back to us,” Spectrum commanded.

“Whoa slow down, Speedy Gonzales. What about my end of the bargain?” Han immediately regretted what he just said by his face getting redder and redder. Spectrum stood up and secretly readied his holdout pistol.

“Let’s talk outside,” Spectrum said, now aiming his pistol low at Solo. They exited the building and Spectrum commanded Solo to hop on a speeder bike of his own. Han first denied, but Spectrum then reminded him of the deal and so he complied. Just in case, Spectrum handcuffed Solo while he drove the speeder to a secret location on Onderaan. Much like Monument Valley on Earth, there were these abnormally large boulder structures that fortified and made up confidential headquarters of the First Order. Once the two made their way inside, the dark base hinted a sense of pure evil to Han. Pure evil that cannot be persuaded, only killed. That darkness crept up on Solo, making him, for once in his life, nervous.

Spectrum parked his vehicle aside and forced Han onto his feet. Everyone made way for them and had their eyes fixated on the rebel. “Well, well, well. Look at this crap,” a voice slowly and menacingly exclaimed.

Han’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped down to the floor. “What in the Hell?”

“Come now, Solo. Are you that surprised to see me again, alive?” that voice questioned.

“How the Hell are you still alive?” Solo just stared down the one and only Major Scrape, who still had bruises and scars leftover from his capitol crashing down.

“It takes more than just a building to fall down on top of me. I’ve survived through thick and thin throughout the Clone War. And here I am,” Scrape told.

“This fool says that Wesson is in their camp,” Spectrum chimed in.

“Wesson?! That damned traitor,” Scrape then signalled one of his troopers to come over. “You will bring Wesson back to me alive. If you let anyone else know about your mission… this little microchip will instantaneously kill you. It sends electromagnetic waves to your nerves, making them virtually explode. Then, I will personally torture that wife of yours.”

Solo tried to get up and produce harm upon Scrape, but Scrape countered his attempts to attack with a punch. Han went down hard. Spectrum ensured that the microchip was inserted inside Han’s skin by cutting some of the skin and then inserting the chip. “On your way, Solo. Make your mission subtle or your death will be subtle,” Scrape warned. Solo then made his way out of the base without turning back.