A/N: :D Thanks for the reviews.

EmeraldEyedJedi: Thanks. ^^

Golddragon: Yes, I'm sort of wondering too. Just writing this along...

Oh, and another note; I've decided to switch around POVs for this fic.

And I've added in those hilarious Rogues, so enjoy. ;)

The characters and stuff belong to Mister Lucas.

Without ado, I present...

Chapter 1

The (Royal) Rescue

Luke walked into the Rebel Hangar, making his way through the crowds of people. Peering around many starfighters and transports, he spotted the Millennium Falcon at the back, a Corellian freighter and Han Solo's life. The only exception were perhaps his close friends.

"Come on," Luke called back to his droids, a blue and white astromech by the name of R2-D2 and a gold-plated protocol droid called C-3PO. The astromech was a squat, bulky cylinder shape, with a domed top and two rolling feet. The protocol droid was of a humanoid shape, wires running through a cut in his waist for flexibility. The trio eventually stopped before the Falcon, and Luke looked around for Chewbacca, a brown wookie and a loyal partner to Han.

"Hey Luke," yelled a voice from above. Luke looked up to see Han perched on one of the Falcon's twin noses. He pushed away a welding mask from his face to reveal a lopsided grin. "How ya doing?"

"Just fine," Luke responded, smiling to his friend. Han looked up, his grin turning to a smirk. Luke followed his gaze.

"Look who's here," he hauled himself over the edge of the nose, stepping down a ladder propped up against the freighter. "Hiya princess," he said. Leia walked over next to the group, holding a bag in her hand. She seemed to be in a good mood.

"Hello," she nodded to the two. Han made a show of checking his chrono.

"Timing's impeccable as always," he commented, pointing at his watch, which indeed read at exactly eight. Leia rolled her eyes, and Luke stifled a snort.

"Is the ship ready?" Leia asked, pushing a stray lock of hair that had escaped from her elaborate hairstyle of twisted plaits. Han passed on the question to Chewie, shouting over to somewhere vaguely on the top of the ship. A roar of confirmation replied, and the group made their way into the ship.

They found their familiar seats; Han and Chewbacca at the controls, Luke behind Chewie and Leia behind Han. The droids stationed themselves at the holochess table. Han started up the engines.

"Is everybody ready?" he yelled, flipping switches and pushing buttons. The lights went on, winking brightly around the passengers. A mixed flurry of 'yes's responded, and Han smiled. Chewbacca let out a celebratory roar as they flew out of the hangar.

They sat in the cockpit, leaning back and watching the stars in reminiscent silence. Leia straightened up, bending over to dig about in her bag. She pulled out her trusty datapad and once again began reading. Han glanced back at the passengers.

"Tell us a bit about the situation, Your Worship," he said, putting his feet up carefully on the dashboard, not to knock a few buttons or switches by mistake. Princess Leia nodded, tapping the touchscreen a few times.

"The aliens are G'lorrians," she started.

"They sorta look like four-legged taun-tauns, minus the thick fur and stupidity. Oh, and they have freakishly strong arms," he winced, rubbing a scar on his lower right arm. Leia shot him a look and he shrugged.

"The whole system is actually controlled by one monarchy, for there are only three small planets in the solar system," Leia continued. "And the monarchy itself is actually ruled by humans, not G'lorrians. The capital is on the planet Glorria."

"How'd the humans gain control of the system?" Luke asked, fiddling absentmindedly with the edge of his tunic.

"There was a war long ago, and the humans won. There has been Kings and Queens ever since. It's believed that the humans were originally from the nearby planets of the Fryshia system," Leia finished, and Han began to calculate the distance for hyperspace.

"Do you have the coordinates for the system?" Han asked, and Leia handed him the pad. He typed them in and began the jump to hyperspace. The stars blurred to mottled purple and they were away. Luke stood up and stretched, sighing.

"I can get some kaffe for anyone who wants a cup," he said, getting to his feet. A general murmur of thanks ensued, and he walked out of the cockpit. Chewbacca, Han, and Leia sat in silence.

"Well, Your Highnessness, I've been considering the thought of leaving soon," Han announced, running his fingers over the dashboard. Leia stared determinedly at the bluish datapad screen, her face forcibly blank of emotion.

"I thought you were going to stay," there was the barest of a tremble in her voice. Han didn't notice.

"Well, I've got almost enough to subdue Jabba, but it's best if I just get it over with." Han stared at Leia, who glanced up at him before going back to her work. The look had said it all, and Han smirked triumphantly. She pressed the datapad off and stowed it in her bag beside her, staring right back at him. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips pursed.

"What?"

"Nothing, Princess," Han turned his head back to the dashboard, smirking. Leia scowled.

Why...that scruffy-looking bantha. How dare he...

Is Luke finished with the kaffe yet? What's taking him so long...

Luke stood outside of the cockpit, ear to the door. He flipped on a small comm.

"Hobbs? Wedge? Wes?" a burst of static replied, and Luke hastily pushed a few buttons. It cleared abruptly.

"Luke?" Wedge's voice came over the communicator. "You know, I'm thinking this is the worst Rogue idea ever."

"I think it's the best idea ever," Wes butted in on his own comm. Luke rolled his eyes.

"What about Hobbie?" he asked.

"Right here," he replied, connecting his own communicator into the chatroom.

"Well, what is it, Luke?" Wes asked, and Luke could almost picture his friend with a large grin on his face.

"Just to test the connection," he paused, "And also to tell you that Han told Leia that he might be leaving soon,"

"Ooh," Hobbie snickered. "How bluntly did he tell her?"

"Han is not blunt," Luke said defensively. He heard Wes and Hobbie have a laugh or two, and even Wedge snorted. "Okay, maybe sometimes," he allowed. "But don't push it."

Wedge cut in sensibly.

"What was her reaction?" he asked.

"Leia seemed a bit unnerved," Luke sighed. He hesitated. "Are you guys sure this is a good idea?"

"Of course," Wes and Hobbie chorused, while Wedge grunted something unintelligible.

"Don't worry," Wes soothed, which just made Luke more uncertain. "Just report back on what they do, and carry out the plan." The ex-farmboy had been eager of getting his two friends together at first, but after hearing the wild plan that the Rogue Squadron had thought up of, he didn't really know what to think. He suspected that Wedge (the more mature, rational one out of the three) was on middle ground, too.

"All right, then," Luke bent over to pick up the tray of kaffe that he left on the ground. "I'll contact you guys later." He thumbed the long-distance comm off and quickly stowed it in a pocket. He palmed the door open and stepped in the cockpit. He handed out the kaffe to the passengers.

The recipients murmured their thanks, sipping the hot liquid. Han leaned over the controls, a mug still in his hand as he eased a few levers, making their way back into normal space. He set the half-empty cup down next to Chewie's empty one on the floor and directed his attention to piloting the Falcon. They approached the green and blue planet of Glorria, but they didn't have much time to admire it. Alien starfighters swarmed everywhere, and they soon took notice of the foreign freighter in their midst.

Well, if that's how her Royal Pain wants to act, then fine. I'll show her. Ooh, kaffe. It's a bit cold, though, what took Luke so long? Might as well get back to the assignment, won't pay her highness any attention for now.

What the…? There's starfighters everywhere. Sith, they've noticed us…

"Hold on tight," I shouted, turning on the deflector shields.

"What's going on?" the Princess hollered back. I glared at her, I swear, my ears were ringing-

[We don't have time for this, cub!] roars Chewie, interrupting my thoughts of a good comeback. I nodded in agreement as I turned up the shields to maximum. By now her Worship has caught on.

"Don't shoot," she warned me, but I ignored her. How else were we going to survive this dogfight?

"Come on, Luke," I called, climbing up to a laser cannon. The kid followed, despite what Leia ordered. I heard her cursing my name and grinned. "Language, sweetheart," I yelled.

"Look who's talking," her cross voice echoes back up to me, and I can easily picture her pouting that oh-so-cute face of hers-

Clam it, Solo. You're doing it again. I grimaced, running my fingers through my hair. It happened often, my thoughts straying to a certain five foot tall brunette...Forget about it! Putting on the headset, I flipped on the targeting device. Gridlines appeared on the screen and I began shooting expertly. I noticed that the fighters had two different types of markings, and only one type was acting aggressive, but I ignored it. Why did it matter anyways?

"Hey Han?" Luke yelled up at me suddenly.

"Yuh?"

"You see that transport over there?"

I swiveled my chair to look. A small, non-weapon-equipped transport was struggling through the chaos, rather like us ourselves. A few of the aggressive fighters were trying to gun them down before they swooped over to us.

"They look like they're in trouble," Luke continued, and I rolled my eyes. Luke the hero, always attempting to fix everything and drag along poor Solo in his wake. I played the thought around in my head. Super Luke in his flapping red cape and his sidekick Captain Solo. I shook my head. No, that just doesn't sound right. I'm not meant to be a sidekick, anyways. I'm whole lot better at a lot more things than the kid.

"Luke, don't get any ideas-"

"But they're going to die if we don't intervene!"

"But they're going to kill her!" I remembered him scream the day on the Death Star, when we had rescued Leia. I rolled my eyes tragically.

"What do you think, Your Worship?" I shouted down.

"We might as well try to save them," she responded.

[We have a knack of succeeding at these crazy rescues,] Chewie barked. [So let's do it!]

I groaned as the ship made it's way towards the transport.

The situation was worse around the hapless transport. They circled around, shooting the enemy starfighters that were closing in on a tight ring formation. The other fighters shot from the outside, swerving and prying and trying to find an opening in the stubborn formation. Luckily, the other fighters' shields were a lot worse than their guns, and they blew up with only a few, well-aimed shots.

"Hey Han?" Luke shouted. "Why do you think they're trying to get at them?"

Han grunted, aiming for a rather difficult ship. "Looks like somebody doesn't like the VIPs." The ship was indeed fancy, meant for travel rather than battle. By then a hole had opened up in the ring from the Falcon's furious fighting, and the differently-marked ships swarmed in, now pushing with the freighter. The fighters that now worked with the Millennium Falcon were sleek, with six wings, three on each side that snapped open to battle, rather like X-wings. The only large difference was that the wings were very widely spread apart, so two sets were straight up and down, and the other set horizontal. Han predicted that when they went into a spiral, they were dangerous adversaries, with a barrage of endless laser fire. They were painted gray, with wing patterns that depicted a blue six-pointed star and three green lines running through the points. The enemy fighters looked a bit clumsy compared to the other ships, with bulbous noses and four wings that made them look like a four pointed star from the front. They locked out from the top spike in battle. Even though they looked rather stupid, they were deadly, the noses disguising a barrel of spinning laser cannons, the four wings shooting endless rounds of green fire. The colors were a jet-black, with a simple design of concentric circles for the wing pattern, descending from a dark blue to gray.

Soon the ships scattered, overwhelmed, but not before toasting the hyperdrive generator on the Falcon.

"Again?" Leia groaned, and Chewie roared in frustration. Han and Luke clambered back to the cockpit, Han quickly taking control as his eyes darted across the dashboard. Suddenly there was a buzz from the radio, and Chewie hammered the button. It was a transmission from the transport.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Elvira of the Gorrian System thanks the passengers of the foreign freighter profoundly, and asks if they will join her at her homeplanet of Glorria for a celebration and any repairs your ship needs," An official sounding voice spoke from the radio, slightly accented. "We ask of the passengers' names so we can print your banquet place-card in advance. We await your response."

Han and Luke's eyes went wide. Chewie roared loudly. Leia stayed calm, a small relieved smile on her face.

"Did you hear that, Artoo?" Threepio said as gleefully as a droid could sound from the other cabin, "We're being treated like loyalty now!" Artoo chirped and bleeped excitedly, and Luke laughed. Leia held her finger to her lips to quiet everyone as she leaned over to speak into the mic.

"The passengers of the freighter, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Chewbacca, and I, Princess Leia Organa, accept the offering and thank Her Highness for the hospitality." Her voice was perfectly Princess-like, as Leia's aunts had taught her. Finally, the vigorous (and, in Leia's opinion, rather boring) practice sessions finally paid off. Han suddenly pulled the former princess's elbow.

"What?" she hissed.

"What if it's a trap?" Han asked, frowning. Leia rolled her eyes.

"I know her father from the Imperial Senate," she said, and Han looked as if he was about to speak. She cut him off. "They dropped out right before I went on the mission to bring the Death Star plans to the Rebels."

"What if they're spies?"

"They wouldn't be. The Empire blockaded one of their planets once and they had a grudge ever since." Han glared at her for a second, and she shrugged a bit sheepishly.

"Whatever," she was more interested in what had gone on in the recent space battle and if the King would be persuaded to join the Alliance.

They followed the transport and the many starfighters down to the green and blue planet of Glorria, crossing their fingers that they would not be ambushed and punished for their impulsiveness.

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