They were in hyper space currently. She knew cause she always got this weird feeling in her stomach when they were like something was gonna happen but nothing ever did. Normally, she would work on repairs and upgrades but she didn't feel like it this time. She just laid on her bed and let her mind wonder and think or she would just no think at all. Either way it was a good way to pass the time.

"Up!" Han shouted as he stormed past her bed on to the computer mounted by the wall and started checking something, "We're landing in 5,"

"Wanna tell me where?" she asked and stretched her arms above her and arched her back after. Her pure white wings arched up along with her back as high as space would allow which, unfortunately wasn't very high.

"Tatooinie," he said shortly and she sighed, "it's the only place we haven't been chased off from yet,"

"And it's also the place were Jabba lives and I don't think you've forgotten that you own him quite a bit of money from our last smuggling run," she said and leaned back against the metal plated wall beside her bed.

"And he'll get it," he said, "I swear you're worse than a mother,"

"Well someone has to keep you in line," she said and grabbed the cleanest clothes she could find, "Now get out so change," After he left, she stripped her shirt off and folded her wings down into her back. She grunted and moaned in pain as bone scratched against bone as her wings metaled into her back. The process left her sweating and panting, but now no one would even know she had wings and the only thing left from process was two light pink scars where her wings used to be. After that was done, she slides on a dark brown tank top and light brown pants. She clipped on a belt with her personal blaster holstered to the side and swinging freely. She tied on her black combat shoes and she was ready and just in time too as she felt the Falcon lurch to a stop as in landed on the dusty dessert planet. She jogged to and met Chewie and Han just outside the landing ramp with her cloak in hand. Heat and blinding light from the planets two sun made her wish she didn't have to wear her cloak, but she did it so she could ease Han's worries and she just felt safe under it in general. Chewie roared softly about being too hot and bright here and Han said something but she couldn't hear him as she trotted down the ramp and slide her cloak on.

"The cantina is on the north side of the market," Han said as the three of them walked out into the open aired market where pilots of every species mingled and drank, but that wasn't what got her attention. Crisp white armor shown brightly in the dessert sun as dozens of Imperial troopers wondered the market asking questions to local vendors and pilots.

"When need to get what we came for and get out of here," she said, "I don't want to be around these Stormtroopers any longer then I have to," she hung back beside Chewie and kept her head low.

"This way," Han said and they all picked up the pace to the cantina and dodged check points along the main roads. Thankfully, the cantina had yet to been reached by the troopers which she was beyond glad for.

The cantina bar atmosphere still put her on edge, but less then being around Stormtroopers. Drunks were usually more violent then Stromtroopers, but stories she had heard from other pilots and smugglers changed that often. This cantina was one the the busiest one she had seen yet with music blasting as loud as possible and people trying to be louder than the music which only made the place shake with noise. Her and Han made their way to a lone table off to the side while Chewie worked the bar. She didn't work the bar to get contracts because it usually ended with her getting hit on by some drunkard and a fight breaking out over who would get to grab her ass, but she could hold her own in a fight.

She ordered the local specialty which was blue milk mixed with some kind of local alcohol and Han ordered the same thing he got every time they went to a new cantina which was always a Blue Civilian that she never had much of a taste for. Even after they sat down and watched the local crowd, she couldn't bring herself to relax enough to take more than 2 or 3 sips. She sat up straight with her ears straining to hear and her eyes watching every face in the cantina.

"You need to relax," Han said beside her as he took a sip of his own drink, "If you're worried about those troops outside I'm sure it's nothing,"

"Still..." she stared but he cut her off.

"Just relax," he said and she forced herself to lean back and sip on her drink. Her anxiety slowly dipped lower and lower as she just watched the crowd as what they were, just people trying to escape the heat and enjoy a drink and not people looking to attack the next person that looked at them the wrong way. But it was a short lived thought.

Han grabbed her hand before the fight even registered in her head. A loud snap-hiss echoed across the bar silencing the band and patrons. She could barely hear the bar tender shoot over the sound of painful screech. She watched the glowing blue blade cut down and then back up again with three people on the ground and one of them was missing and arm. The bar was eerily quiet for a few moments as everyone watched the fight before going back to their drinks and the music began to play again to a happier tune. She slowly sank back down beside Han and watched as the owner of the blade turned to Chewie with the blade now gone from the air and as the third person on the floor, a dusty haired farm boy started in shook for a moment before rising to his feet and stood beside the owner of the blade.

"Please tell me that they aren't our new charter..." she mumbled under her breath and then let out a deep sigh as she watched them walk beside Chewie towards them, but she good get a better look at the blade owners face. An older man with wrinkled skin and white hair and had old eyes. When Chewie sat beside Han, she slides on a persona that helped her survive in this type of situations.

"Han Sole, Captain of the Millennium Falcon," he started and nodded towards her, "This is our head engineer, Clover," she nodded briskly and made eye contact with the two men then took a sip of her drink.

"Chewie here tells me you need passage to the Aldeeran system," the older man nodded.

"Yes sir," he said, "If it's a fast ship..."

"Fast ship?" Han asked almost offended, "You've never heard of the Millennium Falcon?" Clover couldn't help but snicker under her breath at his comment.

"Should I have?" the older man asked.

"She's the ship that made the Kessel run in 12 parsecs," Han said smugly and leaned back in his seat, "She's fast enough for you old man. What's the cargo?"

"Only passengers," the man said, "Myself, the boy, two droids, and no questions asked." he put a lot of stress on the last part. They wanted to get out of here quietly, as if that was something Han was able to do.

"What is it? Some kind of local trouble?" Han chuckled.

"Lets just say we want to avoid any Imperial entanglements," the man said and Clover grunted audio ably and Han and Chewie knew what this meant, but they didn't notifie that they heard it.

"Well that's the trick isn't it? and it's gonna cost you," Han said, "10 thousand. All in advance."

"10 thousand?!" a different voice replied in shock, "we might as well buy our own ship for that!" Clover looked up and saw that the voice belonged to the sandy haired boy beside him. He was clearly young and didn't understand the risks that the man was asking them to avoid. Clover felt curious as she saw a fire in his eyes that was masked by something. But what?

"But who's gonna fly it kids?" Han asked, "You?"

"You bet I could," the boy replied, "I'm not such a bad pilot myself! We don't need this..." he started to rise, but the old man simply put his hand on the boys shoulder and gently set him back down.

"We can pay 2 thousand now," the man started, "plus 15 when we reach Aldeeran,"

"17 huh?" Han asked and the man nodded, "Alright you've got yourself a ship. We're in docking bay 94 when you're ready to leave,"

"94," the man said nodding. Clover sat up straighter as she noticed three Stromtroopers walk in the cantina.

"Han," she whispered and ducked under the table to leave. She felt Han say something, but she didn't hear him. She crawled under the table and pulled her hood up as she stood. She turned back to Han and Chewie who were already discussing what to do next and the old man and boy were behind her.

"This way," she whispered as she leads them out the back entrance and into the sweltering heat.