@me-sen wanted to see some Boba/Lando fics. Iâm much more of a Boba/Han type, myself, but their Bando (Loba? Fettrissian?) art has been cool, so I figured Iâd give it a shot. This is based in part off this particular picture. Poor Booboo has booboos. Good thing Lando is there to help.
âGentlemen.â Lando raised his hands, showing they were empty. ââŠAnd ladies. I assure you that I didnât cheat! Iâve just had a run of good luck and now I think Iâll call it a night.â
âA run of good luck?â Russq, the Trandoshan freighter pilot growled, his tongue flicking out. âIs that what you call cleaninâ us outta our hard-won earnings?â
Keeping his movements cautious, Lando started to sweep his winnings into a pouch. âLike I said, it was just luck. And as this was nothing but a friendly little game of sabacc, thereâs no need to get upset about it, right? Iâm sure youâll win the next round. Without me.â
âYou havenât seen me upset. Not yet.â Breelaâs ring-studded ears swept back. âI say we check his sleeves for cards.â
âMaybe we can rip his arms off, just to be sure,â her partner purred.
Lando stood. âLook, folks, I donât want any trouble.â He started backing away from the table, clipping the pouch to his belt and using the move as an excuse to make sure his blaster was still tucked against his back under his cape.
âToo bad,â Russq stood, baring his teeth. âLooks like youâve found it!â
Lando took another step back and ran into something hard and unyielding.
âLando Calrissian.â The lightly-accented voice sounded as if it had been run through a modulator. âYouâre mine.â
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