Star Wars: Civil War/ Chapter 10: Lessons Learned

“Hello, there,” Patrick said to an infamous fiend. He once more pulled up a chair in cell block D. “We’ve never had one of these talks before.”

Former Major Scrape was chained from the wall, but had enough chain for him to move around in his cell. “Please leave me alone, fish. I’d rather be tortured by Leia lighting one of those sabers up my-”

“That can be arranged!”

“You disgust me. Throughout the entire Clone War I had to listen to reports about how this great starfish had yet again saved the day! I’m still in denial about your presence being alive and well to this very moment. Actually, let me rephrase, alive and physically healthy.”

“Thanks!” Rahr replied, cheerfully.

“Idiot,” Scrape mumbled to himself, hoping Rahr could hear.

Commander Stone was about to enter the control room where Leia was at. Han stepped in first and talked to his wife, “Hey, hon. Listen, I. I just wanted to apologize for acting the way that I did with Wesson. However it was indeed called for to a certain extent.”

“You’re ignorant,” Leia replied, not even looking.

“But I hope what I’ve found could make up for all of the trouble.” In finally stepped Stone. Leia looked behind her husband and noticed a blurry figure. It was blurry only to her eyes, as she thought she was in denial. Her mouth could not open any wider. Instantaneously, her eyes watered and tears were obligated to fall down her cheek from her optics. She turned her head to Han who just kept smirking.

“Oh my - oh my - oh my gosh!” That was all she could let out at that moment.

“My lady,” Stone greeted, saluting his princess.

Leia rushed over to Stone, smacked his hand out of its saluting position, and gave him a bigger bearhug than Rahr could ever do. “Bless you. Bless you,” Leia repeated. “Just, bless you.”

Stone opened his eyes from closure due to the sincerity of the embracing from Leia to see Han wink at him. Stone winked back.

Later on that solar day, Han knocked on the door that led to Wesson’s quarters. He opened it manually and spotted Wesson patching himself up. “You should either let med-droid or Leland take a look at ya and do that themselves.”

Wesson glared at Solo. “Well, Solo. Nobody would have to be doing this if you didn’t act like a cocky ‘lil piece of-”

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here to apologize, not get a damn lecture.”

“Well, apology accepted, Solo. Now get out,” Wesson demanded. Han understood what Wesson had said and left without saying another word.