the Night Watch

the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
Luke sat up on one elbow, smiling. It seemed like an awful lot of effort andnoise just to nail a couple of Imperial scouts; and they hadn't even gotten to the reallytough part yet. But Han could still maintain his light tone. It was a state of grace,his particular brand of charm. Luke hoped it never vanished from the universe."Wait'll we get to that generator," he retorted in kind. Solo looked around, into the forest Luke had just come from. "Where's Leia?" Luke's face suddenly turned to one of concern. "She didn't come back?" "I thought she was with you," Han's voice marginally rose in pitch and volume. "We got split up," Luke explained. He exchanged a grim look with Solo, thenboth of them slowly stood. "We better look for her." "Don't you want to rest a while?" Han suggested. He could see the fatigue inLuke's face and wanted to spare him for the coming confrontation, which wouldsurely take more strength than any of them had. "I want to find Leia," he said softly.