Sabine, Walker, and Courtney made their way to a landing platform, where they were approached by several stormtroopers. "Excuse me, this is a restricted zone. You must leave."
Walker looked over the troopers shoulder and saw a VCX-100 freighter that looked in rough shape. "You will let us through." Walker said, waving his hand.
"I… No stranger tells me what to do. You're under arrest for disrespe-" He was cut off by Walker shooting his E-33 in the guards chest. "Run!" Walker yelled. Sabine and Courtney ran onto the ship, while Walker held off the incoming stormtroopers. He sprinted onto the ship, and they took off. "Where are we going and where is the droid?" Walker cautiously asked.
"They're at our secret retreat, in the mountains. We'll be there in a sec." She took of her helmet, revealing tanned skin, almond shaped, brown eyes, and short orange and purple hair. "Wow, you're a sight for sore eyes." Walker one-lined. She looked at him and said, "You're a real nerfherder, aren't you?" At that comment, Walker smirked. He walked back into the crew's quarters and walked into a room. He picked up a transmission receiver, and Obi-Wan popped up. Except much, much younger. He went on and on about the Jedi and not going back to the Temple, none of which Walker knew about. He turned it off and walked into another room and saw the crudest looking drawing ever. It was a boy fighting some sort of creature. "Like my art?" Sabine asked.
Walker cringed when he saw Sabine. He had seen two pretty girls in one day. It was a good day for him. "Who are those two?"
"Friends. Not that you would care."
"How long have you done graffiti?" Walker asked "All of my life. The Empire took my family, and I joined this Rebel cell."
"Rebel cell?"
"It's what the Rebels were before the Alliance was formed. Long story." She told. Courtney yelled, "We're here!" They landed and walked out to find a camp. "Sabine, is that you?" Shouted a scruffy, barbaric accent. "It's me Zeb. Where's Hera, I need Chopper." This "Zeb" was under a land speeder working on the engine, when he rolled out. He was a towering figure, with purple fur on him in some places. "What are you?" Walker asked, astounded at this creature.
"I'm a Lasat, thank you very much. Hera's making dinner, and Chop's powered down for the night."
"Can we power him back on?" Sabine asked.
"I've tried and he won't budge." Zeb answered.
"Are Lasat's extinct?" Walker interrupted. Zeb pulled him by the collar and growled, "Listen, don't ask any more questions or even say anything. OK?"
"OK." He dropped Walker onto the ground. He looked over and saw Courtney coming out. Her hair was flowing down to her lower back, and it was very curly. She was putting on red lipstick when she asked, "Where's the droid?"
"Asleep," Sabine responded, "You'll have to stay for the night."
"These plans better be worth it." Zeb led them into a kitchen area, where there were three bowls of soup waiting for someone to eat them.
"Hera," Zeb yelled, "We're gonna need two more bowls of grub!" "Alright!" Hera yelled back. A few minutes passed and everyone was eating. The soup was really good, and everyone, especially Hera, was asking Walker about piloting. "How many battles have you been in?" Hera asked.
"Twenty, maybe thirty. Too many to count." Walker cockily answered. "How many TIE's you shot down?" Zeb cunningly asked. "Mh…. Maybe… A Thousand." Walker laughed at his remark.
"Can you be anymore cocky?" Courtney sneered.
"No, but I can be a fantastic jokester." Everyone laughed, except Courtney. "I'm finished. Thank you for the wonderful meal Hera." Courtney then walked off. "What's up with her?" Sabine asked.
"Oh, she just likes me. That's all. I'll go talk to her." He got up and walked out, to find Courtney sitting on a rock, looking at the moon. "Hey blondie, I-" She put a pistol in his face and said, "Don't ever call me that again, K?"
"Alright ma'am, don't be so hasty." Walker was acting like Han was around Leia. Over the past few months, he and Leia started to fight, and she started to take interest in Han. Walker didn't care. He started to think what Han felt back on the Death Star three years ago.
"Don't call me hasty. Your just so…"
"What? Handsome. Charming. Heroic."
"Your some man Walker Codbrun."
"And you're some woman Courtney Wolf." Walker was getting closer to her, and she was getting close to him. "I hate you." She said. "Then why are you coming closer?"
"Because, I-" They came into a kiss. Walker kept on, until a droid came out, and bumped into Walker. He looked at it and thought it was the most ugly droid ever. It was an astromech, not shaped like Artoo, with an orange top, two blue eyes and a black one, and dozens of mechanisms on it's lower half. It started to garble and growl at Walker for bumping into him. "Hera! I found your droid!" Walker yelled. They went inside and Sabine hooked it up to a hologram imager.
"Here are your plans. They are on this hologram and when plugged in, it will produce the schematics for the Executor." Sabine explained.
"I guess we'll be on our way." Courtney announced. "Is that lipstick on your chin?" Sabine asked Walker. "No…" They all laughed, and Hera led Walker and Courtney to two speeders.
"Ride these into town, sell them, and leave. Make sure to give the money to the Alliance. May the Force be with you."
"Thanks Hera." They both said, and they were off.
V-V-V-V
Han was getting tired of waiting for Walker. It had been the whole day, and all he did was play derjarik with Chewbacca. It got boring, and eventually he had to get some fresh air.
"Can you pause that for me?" Han asked Chewbacca. Chewbacca did so, and Han walked outside. "Hey Walker." He talked into his comlink. He hadn't used it all day because he thought this mission would be short. Of course Walker was still riding and didn't respond. Han was getting worried that he may not come back. The past few months, Han did almost nothing. If nothing is going on countless missions, when he wanted to get to Jabba and pay him. But that would probably never happen, with him being recently promoted to captain. He sometimes wished he had never met Luke and the old wizard. He never got his name, and just called him the Professor or the Wizard.
"Hey Chewie," Han yelled, walking onto the Falcon, "get the ship ready for takeoff. He and that responder should be here any minute." Chewbacca roared signaling, "OK" and Han just waited. He waited about an hour, and he saw Walker and a girl. A very pretty girl. They walked onboard and Han asked, "Who's the girl?"
"I'm the respondent." Courtney replied.
V-V-V-V
Walker brought her to her assigned quarters, which was Walker's bed, while he would sleep on the medic bed. It was already night, and Courtney decided to get ready for bed. The door was shut and Walker played derjarik with Chewbacca. He moved his alien and Chewbacca moved his, beating him. Derjarik was a funny game; Walker wasn't good at it though.
"Hey Han, when are we taking off?" Walker asked.
"In a few minutes. I've gotta fix some stuff in the cockpit, and then we're off of this rock."
"Look!" Walker exclaimed. A squad of stormtroopers came up and started to fire at the Millennium Falcon. Han pressed a button, shooting lasers at the stormtroopers, taking out a few. But the real trouble came when they set up a machine gun. They started to rapid fire, when Han yelled, "Chewie, get up here! We're taking off!" Courtney came in and asked, "What's all of the commotion?"
"We're getting outta here, that's what." Han pressed a few buttons and they took off. "Just go into lightspeed!" Walker yelled.
"There's a blockade, remember?" Han said gritting his teeth. Ten TIE fighters started to come at them, and he ordered Walker, "Get to the cannon, we'll be in lightspeed shortly. He ran to the cannon that worked, put on the headset, and started to fire. His mechanical arm was jammed.
"Crap, I knew I should have gotten the flesh installed." It was very difficult to maneuver a cannon with one arm, but he still prevailed. He shot down three fighters, before they made the jump to lightspeed. He ran to the cockpit, where the group was.
"Now that's some piloting." Courtney exclaimed.
"Best pilot in the Rebellion." Han cockily said. Walker looked at him with a hard look, "Second best… Maybe third." Han corrected.
"Who's the third?" Courtney asked.
"Were you debriefed?" Walker joked.
"Ha, ha. But really, who are they?" "Luke Skywalker. He's got a long story." "We've got time." The group told Courtney of their adventures with Luke, the journey on the Death Star, the Battle of Yavin, how Obi-Wan was Walker's father, and a bunch of other stuff. They eventually got out of hyperspace and saw Hoth.
A/N So…many…references. OK that chapter took a long time to write and now I'm tired. I have Spring Break and won't be uploading for a while and you might not see any Chapter 3 for a few days. I loved the Rebels references, but no Kanan or Ezra :( And do I see a romance blossoming between Courtney and Walker? We'll see it grow, wilt, and…. grow so more. Bye guys. P.S I'm going to Disney World and my families beach house for Spring Break.