Han and Chewbacca transport royal children to another planet when their planet’s goverment is collapsing. The mischevious children put Han to the test aboard the Falcon. Lots of fun.

     “Captian Solo?”  Shana’s small voice broke the silence.

    “What now?”

     “I don’t have anything to do.”

     “Go stay with your brothers.”

     “They won’t let me in.”

      Han turned to look at the petite girl, “Huh?  Where are they?”

     “They’re in your cabin.  They’re watching holofilms, and said I couldn’t….”

     Han was out of his chair in a flash, he shot down the corridors at a lightning run.  He slid to a stop at the door of his cabin; it was locked.

     “OPEN THIS DOOR!” He commanded gruffly.  He could hear the boys’ giggles silence immediately, then caught rustling sounds as one of them released the lock.  The door opened; Han winced as he recognized the sensous images that flickered on the wall.  With one quick move, he disengaged the projector, and the images faded, along with the boys’ smiles.

     “What do you think you are doing?” He yelled

     “You told us to find something quiet to do.”  Kebo answered defiantly.

     “I didn’t mean THIS!!!”  He waved the offending cartridge at him.

     “Captain,”  Tigo began, “you realize, don’t you, that in prepubescent creatures, there is a certain curiosity about the origins of life.  Those films of yours were most enlightning…..”

     “Look, Professor,” Han spat, “I’m not too sure I know what you said, but if you want to learn about things like that you should study……something besides THIS!  From now on, my cabin AND its contents are off limits to all of you!”  The boys looked up at him, their expressions innocent.

     A loud wail from the lounge sent them all scattering from the room.

     “Now what!?”  Han murmured under his breath.  “What’s wrong?”  He asked, suddenly starting to feel tired.

     Blue tears streamed down Shanna’s face; her brothers crowding around her.

     “Puf’s gone.” She wailed.  “I can’t find Puf.”

    “Puf? What’s a Puf?”

     “It’s my pet!  I had him in my pocket and how he’s gone!”

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