Harry walked into his Mother's office. She'd asked him to come by earlier that day. Probably to get him to try and talk his Father into actually coming home for dinner rather than missing it to tinker with the Millenium Falcon. Again.
He moved to the drink dispenser in the corner of the room, getting a glass of water before he sat down on one of the couches looking out of the window. He knew she'd be there soon enough, and she always told him to make himself at home. She'd be happy he was finally doing as he was told. For once.
"Get your feet off of the couch!" Came his Mother's voice as he put his feet up "Or at least take the boots off!"
"You say to make myself at home..." He said with a smirk, standing up and hugging his Mother "Hi, Mom. What's up?"
"Quinton came by earlier." She said "He seems worried about Luke. Said he had you check on him rather than making a call. Apparently, Luke never does that."
"It did seem a little weird." Harry replied "But he's the head of the Jedi Council. He's probably just busy."
"That's what I thought." She said "Then I tried to contact him. No answer."
"You know where he is?" Harry asked "Why didn't you just tell Quinton? Or me for that matter?"
"Because I'm not supposed to know." Leia replied "I know because your Father is the emergency evacuation pilot he has. Luke knows Han and Chewie can get him out of there in a pinch."
"Great." Harry said "So nothing to worry about then?"
"Not exactly..." Leia said, pausing "I lost contact with your Father last week. I was hearing from him every day then suddenly, nothing."
Harry felt his fists clench. He'd been slightly worried before. Now it was more than slightly. Finally, he spoke.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" He said angrily "I had a right to know!"
"I didn't want you to be worried." She said "I'm your Mother, it's my job to protect you."
"I'm a grown man, I don't need protection." Harry said "I'm a Jedi Knight for Gods' sake!"
"I know, but-" Leia began.
"Send me the co-ordinates." Harry said "I'm getting Dad, Luke and Chewie out of whatever situation they've gotten themselves into."
"How're you going to get there?" She asked "You're not exactly the best pilot in the Galaxy..."
"I know a guy." Harry said, adding as he began to walk out "Or as I should say, a girl..."
"Harry, wait!" Leia said, Harry turning to face his Mother "Before you go, I need to tell you why Luke went..."
...
Livia Hallar stood at the back of her Shuttle, the Stellar Hawk, working on the sub-light thrusters. She'd modified the old Imperial T-4a Shuttle to expand it's cargo space, increase it's hull strength and shield capacity, and included a couple of extra ion cannons. The refit had decreased the speed capabilities of the Hawk in atmosphere, but outside planetary atmospheres, they helped protect the twenty three year old cargo hauler from pirates that might attack her.
She moved away from the thrusters assembly to admire her handy work, nearly falling over as she bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch it!" She said angrily, standing up and seeing the figure of Harry Solo stood there "Harry? What are you doing down here?"
"Would you believe visiting an old friend?" He asked with a smirk "Okay, I need a favour."
"A favour?" She asked, her tone belligerent "Harry, last time I saw you, we were fifteen. That was eight years ago, I don't even know who you are anymore!"
"But you know it must be important." He said, gesturing to the lightsaber on his belt "Jedi and all that."
"That doesn't mean anything to me." She said, moving round to the side of the ship, opening a panel and gesturing to a tool on the floor "Hand me that spanner then get lost!"
"It's my Dad!" Harry spat out as he raised a hand, the tool floating to Livia's hand "He's in trouble. I need a ride to get him out of it."
"What kind of trouble?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow "I've heard the stories, your Dad has a history of making bad decisions..."
"Imperial Remnant kind of trouble." He said "Listen, I can deal with any aggressive negotiations that might come up. A Jedi mind trick here, a lightsaber there. I just need a ride. Drop me off then you can go home if you like."
Livia paused for a moment, before finally speaking.
"Be here in three hours, we'll leave then." She said "Don't be late."
"Thank you." Harry said with a smile.
"I'm not doing it for you." She said "I'm doing it for the kid who couldn't even work out how to put his lightsaber back together after disassembling it."
"Thank you either way." He said, half smirking as he added "But please don't mention that to the other passenger."
"Other passenger?" She asked "What other passenger?"
...
Quinton walked into the cockpit of the Hawk, observing the controls. They weren't the standard for Imperial Shuttles, instead taking the design of the controls for newer craft.
He sat down, looking at the controls. He began going over them, pressing a few buttons, noting multiple points light up across the board.
"Get the hell away from that!" Came the voice of a woman from behind him "Let me guess; Quinton Skywalker?"
Quinton stood up, turning to face the woman who'd been talking to him. She looked to be early twenties, attractive, with brown eyes and long, brown hair tied into a ponytail. She wore a tight, black flight suit, a white leather jacket over the top.
"Hey, Jedi boy?" She said, snapping her fingers "My face is up here."
"Oh, uh, sorry." Quinton said, blushing slightly, before gesturing to the controls he'd just been sat at "Nice set up you've got there."
"Nice of you to notice something other than the flight suit." She said, rolling her eyes with a smirk "I pulled it from a T-20 Hopper. It had already been modified quite a bit by the time I got it, and I added to that."
"I can see that." Quinton said, touching a few more of the controls "Han has a similar thruster control assembly on the Falcon."
"Best set up I could come up with." She said with a smirk "It won't outrun anything, but it'll hold together against raiders."
"I'll bet." Quinton said, looking at the assembly "Don't worry, not going to touch anymore."
"Good." She said with a laugh "So, you know what kind of trouble Han got himself into this time?"
Quinton paused. Han? Was he in some kind of trouble too? Why hadn't Harry told him? His cousin knew that Quinton would always jump to help him if he needed it.
"Not a clue." Quinton said "To be honest, I thought we were going looking for my Dad."
"Isn't your Dad some big shot Jedi Master?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow "How much trouble could he be in?"
"I never said trouble." Quinton said, pausing "I'll see you later. I want to go talk to Harry."
"Quinton, wait a second." She said, blocking his exit "If he wants to keep his secrets, let him. He'll tell you things in due time. At least, he will if he's the same guy I used to hang out with when we were kids."
"That's what I'm worried about." Quinton said "I'm not even sure if he's the same cousin I used to know when we were kids!"
...
Han Solo was awoken by water being thrown in his face. He was chained to a chair, a bright light being shone in his face. He could see an outline of a figure in front of him, but couldn't distinguish anything about them.
"Han Solo. Or should I call you General Solo?" Said the mechanically modulated voice of a woman "I'd say I was surprised it was you and your Wookie sidekick in orbit, but then, where Luke Skywalker goes, Han Solo and Chewbacca are sure to follow!"
"Follow?" Han said, feigning ignorance "Sweetheart, I don't know where you get your information, but-"
"Save the lies, Solo!" The voice spat as Han felt something like a grip closing around his throat "I'm going to ask questions and you're going to answer. Okay?"
"Sure..." Han choked out before the grip released "Vader called. He wants his trick back..."
"Oh, let's not bring your dear old Father-in-Law into this." The woman said with a laugh, the light dying down, allowing him to see a blonde woman in black robes with a black and silver mask on "After all, you owe him so much. If it weren't for him and his Master, there would've been no Empire, no Death Star for you to help destroy, no way for you to make your fame and fortune. There might even still be annoying Gungan senators knocking around, perish the thought."
"I'm told they're much quieter now." Han quipped "What do you want?"
"Want?" She said "Why, I want to know exactly how much your son and Luke's son knows about why you're here."
"They don't know I'm here." Han replied "If everything's going to plan, they don't know Luke is either."
"And why's that?" The woman asked "Why would you and Skywalker keep that a secret?"
Han paused. He and the woman both knew why. How were they supposed to tell Quinton that not only was his Grandfather from his Father's side a Sith Lord, but so was his Maternal Grandfather, and his Mother herself? And that they'd known she was out there somewhere for twenty years but never gone looking for her? They hadn't told Harry in case the two boys had got into a fight one day. Harry might be his Father's son, but he had a lot of his Grandfather in him too. He was quick to anger, and wouldn't hesitate to go on the attack.
"Why do you think, Peka?" He spat "We didn't want Quinton coming looking for you, or Harry helping him! It would only ever end badly."
"For you, yes." She said with a laugh, putting a hand to her chest in a sign of mock embarrassment "But how could you ever think little old me would hurt her only son?"
"Because you're as sadistic as your Dad was." He replied coolly.
"Oh no, Han, I'm not." She said, leaning in and whispering in his ear "I'm much worse."
...
Quinton stood in the cargo area of the Hawk, the blue blade of his lightsaber humming as he moved it quickly to deflect the bolts being sent out by the training droid. It was cramped, but spacious enough to allow his practice.
He spun around with his lightsaber to deflect the last bolt, instead accidentally slicing through the training droid. He cursed to himself as he de-activated the weapon. As he did, Harry walked in with a smirk.
"Still breaking training droids I see." He said with a laugh as he pulled his lightsaber, igniting the green bladed weapon "Fancy a sparring match?"
"No thanks." Quinton said, beginning to walk out.
"I get it." Harry said with a chuckle "I wouldn't want to lose again either."
"I'm not worried about losing." Quinton said "I'm worried about accidentally cutting through the bulkhead and de-compressing the whole ship!"
"So we spar carefully." Harry said, still smirking "Go on. You know you want to..."
Quinton sighed. He shed the cloak he wore, before turning around, igniting his lightsaber once again. Harry smiled widely before charging his cousin. They exchanged blows quickly, each being careful to stop short of making contact with one another's bodies, but not worrying too much about the blades.
Quinton took an overhead slash down, Harry blocking it before kicking Quinton in the shin, causing him to lose his footing, Harry catching the lightsaber Quinton had dropped as it fell, disengaging both weapons before handing Quinton back his.
"Well, what do you know." Harry said with a laugh "I win again."
"I'm going to win one day, just you wait." Quinton said, pausing before adding "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything." Harry said as Quinton gathered up his cloak, tossing it on a nearby crate "What's up?"
"Livia said you know why we're going to this planet." Quinton said as he sat on top of his cloak "Why my Dad's there. She said your's is there too, so I know he had an emergency escape planned. What're they doing there? I mean, Moraband is a dirt ball."
"It's complicated." Harry said, seeing from Quinton's face he wasn't going to let it drop "They were looking for someone."
"Who?" Quinton asked "Who could they possibly be looking for?"
"It's a long story." Harry said "To be honest, I'm not sure my Mother wasn't pulling my leg."
"Yes you are." Quinton said "We both know you wouldn't be going all the way out there if you believed this was a wild Bantha chase."
"Okay, okay." Harry said, sighing "It's your Mother. They're looking for your Mother."