Leia sat stunned in her seat during the Council meeting. While she was still coming to terms with the news they all just heard, the rest of the Council was arguing about what to do. Arguing about Luke Skywalker's fate. Vader had just approached the Alliance, giving them an ultimatum: give over his son, or be destroyed. Leia had approached and asked just who Vader was talking about.
"Princess, my son happens to be the famed Commander of the Rebellion, Commander Luke Skywalker himself."
The Council asked for time to make the decision. It was granted, but the Executor would only leave once the Alliance was destroyed, or Luke was. And so now they argue, and he isn't even here. Leia only woke up from her stupor when someone suggested that there had to be another way.
"What if Luke gave the impression of being forced to go over, and broke free and escaped, and we all jump into hyperspace once he does," Leia nearly shouted over the den. Everything went quiet, almost like they were giving her words serious consideration. Her gut told her better.
Mon spoke up. "It's a good idea. Let us ask the Commander himself."
Some idiotic voice broke the silence. "But he could be a spy!"
Idiocy reigned again. Leia silently stood up, nodded at Mon, and left the room. Luke would join this conversation whether or not the rest of Council liked it. Only Luke could truly make this decision.
Luke stood before the Council, dreading what was about to come. Leia had given him the watered down version before he entered, but when the Council was like this, he had good reason to fear. This side of Council is what brought about the suicide runs that had lost good men and women their lives. Leia was right. This was truly idiotic.
"Commander, I believe you have three choices," Mon Mothma spoke over the other members with ease. "You can turn yourself over to Vader." Nope. "You can stay and endanger the Alliance." Also Nope. "Or you can give the appearance and find a way to escape, while we do the same, and probably end up exiled for a time."
Well, the best option seemed to be three. But it would need some work.
"Of course Lady Mothma, and I believe you already know my answer. Three is our best bet. However," Luke thought for a minute, "it needs some work before it can be called fool-proof." He totally wasn't looking at some members of the Alliance.
"Well, what do you suggest, Commander?" Questioned a man that turned out to have a reasonable mind.
Luke grinned a near feral grin that reminded everyone quickly just who his biological father had turned out to be. "Well, since you're asking…"