Star Wars: Civil War/ Chapter 7: Problems Rising

Han parked his speeder and the First Order granted them access to enter. “Where did you take me?!” Wesson yelled and squirmed in his rope.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Han replied, firmly. The two saw Major Scrape enter to the docking bay where they came from.

“Wesson. Wesson. Wesson. Oh how great it is to see you. You’re gonna pay for being a backstabbing traitor, you son of a -” Scrape was interrupted by Han.

“You can drop the act now, Scrape. I brought him back alive, now stop whatever it is you intend on doing to the galaxy.”

“Oh how much of a fool can one be? He was never a spy. He truly was indeed a traitor to the First Order,” Scrape told.

All Solo could let out were a few “buts” but the major interrupted him. “Hey, we tried to tell you, you slow-talking idiot. Spectrum, take Solo to his cage. As for Wesson, I have special plans for him…”

“But what about your end of the deal, huh? It makes no sense!” Han managed to say before getting assailed in the face by Scrape. Scrape then decided to save his energy for Wesson. He bought the clone trooper sergeant to a holding cell and beat the crap out of him. Han just sat in a cell of his own and watched in agony.

Commander Rex pulled up a few klicks East from the hidden base on his speeder. He got out his pistols and sprinted until he reached where a ventilation duct was. He opened it and crawled inside of it. Once he reached the other end of the duct, he spotted all the things that were happening to both Han and Wesson. Bulging his eyes, he slowly and quietly crawled to the other end of the ventilation duct. “Anyone who can read my on this frequency, my present coordinates are 77-22/68. I’m held up near a supposed First Order base. They have both Solo and Wesson hostage.”

“This is Leia, Rex. Hold tight. Do NOT engage. Wait until reinforcements arrive. Repeat, do NOT engage.”

“Copy that,” Rex replied in his firm, natural voice. He still consisted of his green, Endor armor along with his beloved DC-17 pistols. Rex awaited for the expected reinforcements to come inside the vent. Just in case, he held one of his pistols at the ready.

Major Scrape was given by Spectrum Han’s axe and taunted Wesson with it. He showed it off just centimeters away from Wesson’s optics. “Ya know, you really are a backstabbing idiot,” Scrape said as he kicked Wesson directly in the stomach.

Scrape was about to do something rash with that axe to Wesson but one of his officers approached him, telling him there was a situation. Scrape turned back to Wesson. “I’ll be right back, scum.”

Both the clone sergeant and Solo exchanged glances. “Wesson, look-” Han was cut off.

“Don’t give me that apologizing crap, Solo. We’re too old for that.”

“I was just about to say you look like crapola but whatever.”

Wesson rolled his eyes the best he physically could. Scrape walked back over as a silent red light flashed from a distance.