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[flysolo]

[ The feed flickers on. Han keeps the video setting off. No names had jumped out on the list as threatening or even familiar, but it paid to be careful. He had changed his own name. One of his old fake IDs now sits where “Han Solo” used to on the tablet.

As much as he expects this to be a failed enterprise, he has to try. He clears his throat. ]

Uh, there’s an emergency situation. I’m looking for an escaped Wookiee. Eight-feet-tall, covered in brown fur, very aggressive. If anyone knows of its whereabouts, contact me immediately. Do not try to engage it yourselves. Repeat: do not try to engage it yourselves. It’ll rip your arms off before you grab a blaster. So. Don’t try to be heroes. Thanks.

[ If they’re here, they’ll know. They’ll contact him themselves. Now to sit back and wait—only his least favorite thing to do. ]

Comments

[voice]

[wolfmd]

[Curious! Isaac doesn't say anything about the questions in his head, but it's enough to make him respond just to see what happens.]

Is this Wookiee injured at all? And where was it last seen? I'm sure someone can track it.

[voice]

[flysolo]

I hope he isn't.

[voice]

[wolfmd]

If he is, we can care for him. Of course, that would mean finding him. Did you see him here last, or where you're from?

[voice]

[flysolo]

Why would I be warning for someone who isn't here?

[voice]

[wolfmd]

People have done stranger things, but he can be tracked if you can just tell me where.

And it hasn't been pouring steadily since, but that's a given.

voice

[flysolo]

Thanks, pal, but I've already got people looking.