Star Wars: Civil War/ Chapter 6: Setup

Han Solo returned to the Rebel base on Onderaan. He was first greeted by Boone. He stuck out his hand for a handshake but Han denied, even though they both agreed on the politics. Leia sensed that her husband had arrived. She quickly exited her quarters and approached him. “Where have you been?”

“I told you I was going out,” Han replied. “Where’s Wesson?”

“Why do you want to know?” Leia asked, curiously.

“Listen, on that little trip that I had, I had a moment. A moment of truth with myself,” Han lied, eyeing out for Wesson.

“I’m not buyin’ it,” Leia scolded. “I ain’t sellin’ it,” Han joked, still on the lookout for the former stormtrooper. Leia rolled her eyes. “Alright listen, Leia. This day was quite overwhelming to me. I think it’s time for me to go to bed,” Han then walked right passed Leia, who kept both her eyes fixated on his every move until he went into his quarters.

Captain Boone walked over and put his hand on Leia’s shoulder, who felt silently uncomfortable with that. “It’s okay, my lady. It’ll all work itself out.”

Leia moved away from the reach of Boone. “I’m sure it will, Captain,” she replied wiping the “germs” off of her shoulder.

That night, Han waited for the perfect time and retrieved his axe from Earth’s 21st century. It was an item he stole from a relic museum on Coruscant when he was just a boy. He finally located Wesson’s room and opened the door, ever so quietly. He crept inside and allowed Wesson to reawaken to the sight of that axe near his neck. “What? What’s happening?”

“Shut it, Wesson. You’re coming with me,” Han warned. Wesson pretended to go along with Han’s plan until he uppercutted Han right in the chin, blood came spurring out. Miracuously for Han, he did not lose grip of the axe and managed to slice some skin open on Wesson’s right hand.

“What the Hell is wrong with you?”

“Don’t make me kill you. Come on,” Han looked around outside of Wesson’s room. Still, the axe was pointed directly at the clone’s neck. “Let’s move.”

It was dark and foggy outside with humidity increasing by the minute. Wesson was forced onto a speeder-bike, all tied up.

Meanwhile, Commander Rex knocked on Wesson’s door. He opened it even though there was no response and immediately noticed plasma on the floor. He dove behind the bed and expeditiously drew his DC-17 pistols. Rex examined the blood closely. “Hmm,” He murmured to himself. All of a sudden, Rex could hear the sound of a speeder from the distance, driving off. “Crap,” He murmured to himself, a bit louder that time and raced off to the main hangar.