Mon Mothma's voice was slightly scratchy through the transmission, but the Rebels could hear her well nonetheless. "Congratulations - Commander Skywalker, General Solo, Princess Leia. The death of the Emperor has served as a severe blow to the Empire, and now we have much work ahead of us to eliminate their tyranny completely. It's been three days now, and many Imperial supporters are taking to riots. The most violent of them are on Palpatine's home planet of Naboo. Your mission is to put an end to the violence. Make them see reason. Luckily, you have an experienced politician and debator among you. We will send you the coordinates and necessary information immediately. I have much faith that you will succeed. It is essential to convert this planet pro-democracy again, because other planets will take to their example. May the Force be with you, Mothma out."

Han was the first one to speak up. "We've gotta go have peace talks? I'm just glad that it's not my job, Your Worship. At least I've got the Falcon back. I wonder if Lando stuck to his promise. If not..."

As Han went off to ensure that Lando had indeed kept his promise, Leia began to take charge, ordering the other officers about in preparation for take off. They would depart as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Luke was left to gather his things and prepare the droids with the somewhat awkward feeling about this planet and the new mission. Naboo...the name seemed familiar.

Aboard the Millenium Falcon

"I can't believe what that maniac did to my ship!" said Han for about the umpteenth time that day. Apparently, more than a scratch had been inflicted on the precious YT-1300. Leia sat there listlessly, attempting to concentrate on their assignment.

"I mean, he said that he would let her get 'a scratch'. I guess I'm just lucky that I still have 'er."

Trying not to lose her temper, Leia suddenly ran out of the cockpit, hands clasped tightly over her ears.

Frowning, Han asked, "What's with her?" Chewie guffawed from the co-pilot's seat. "Yeah? Well laugh it up fuzzball!"

Luke leaned back casually as Han launched into a long dissertion about what he would need to replace, and how much it would cost him. Slowly, Luke fell into sleep from the boredom of space travel, or rather Han's pointless ranting.

Luke heard a muffled conversation. His sister was there, he could hear laughter. There was a woman, she was familiar...somehow. And another man - his father? Luke tried to open is eyes and see for himself what was happening. But that proved to be impossible. Everything was so dark and blurred it made no difference whether his eyes were opened. Nevertheless, he could only hear a few words.

"...about Palo?" the woman was saying.

"No! Definitely not...other ideas?"

"Luke?"

"...your first date?" Luke wished he could hear more clearly.

The woman laughed. She had a nice laugh, almost like Leia's. "No. My sister...for names and Luke was the only boy name I really liked."

"Oh. Luke Skywalker," his father tested the name, "Luke Skywalker. I like it."

"Imagine, Luke or Leia Skywalker. I'm so happy Ani."

"So am I, angel."

A gentle prod. "Luke! Kid! Wake up!"

The sleeping Jedi snorted and the sandy blonde head shot up instantly. "Whazgonon?"

"We're closin' in on Nibble, or whatever the place's called. I don't want you to sleep through the landing."

"It's Naboo, Han," Luke replied automatically.

About to make a retort, the Corellian stopped short when a red emergency light began to flicker and emanate high-pitched beeps. At the same time, the ship began to ecperience more than mild turbulence. Obviously, something was wrong.

Chewbacca began on a set of incoherent angry roars and growls.

"WHAT?!"

Leia emerged from the door on the far left, slightly wobbly and green from the sudden lurch. "What is going on out there?"

"Buckle in Princess, 'cause we're gonna make a crash landing."

"WHAT!?" the twins screamed in unison.

The pilot ignored the two a the Falcon began to enter Naboo's atmosphere, he and his Wookiee co-pilot were frantically pressing buttons and working switches. From entering the atmosphere so fast the ship once again began to shake, causing C-3PO to add his two cent's worth.

"...Captain Solo, Captain Solo! The odds of surviving a crash landing are three-million five-hundred twenty-seven-thousand eight-hundred ninety-four to one!"

"Shut up, Goldenrod! And I told you to never tell me the odds!"

"Why, I--"

"Please shut up, Threepio."

"Shutting up, sir."

It wasn't quiet for long, however, when the Falcon began to get closer and closer to the large cluster of trees covering the picturesque Naboo. Luke heard a series of cracks and bangs as the ship crashed into the forest below.

The human passengers were jerked out of their seats from the impact, and the droids shrieked in protest of inertia. Artoo was flung to the far side of the room.

After a long, tumultuous time of which they couldn't be entirely sure, the Falcon came to a creaky halt. All on board exhaled in temporary relief. Leia opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off with a sickening crunch. Everything went black as their ship once again descended, all of them shrieking in terror.

Meanwhile, in the nearby hidden city of Otoh Gunga, young Abso Bar Binks prepared for a house party his mother would be hosting to celebrate the Emperor's death. All of his fellow Rebel Gungan Freedom Fighters would be attending, because not only was this party about Palpatine's death, but also the arrival of Abso's father, who was due any time now. Yet, Abso reflected, Mesa Daddy was always, uh, clumsy. So he wasn't exactly sure of the specific time of his arrival.

With nothing to do, the anxious Gungan went on the lookout for some sort of transport, ascending the swamp. He had not seen his father in a very long time, and the presents and messages he had attempted to sent were usually destroyed or failed to arrive.

After rambling around the forest unsuccessfully for some time, he heard a rumbling somewhere in the distance. Pricking up his ears excitedly, he could hear it coming nearer, the sounds also becoming clearer. The trees crackled and Nubian birds squawked in fright, rustling the leaves. The ground below him rumbled until everything came to a sudden stop. Abso listened intently, but there was only silence.

Suddenly, there was a deafening crack and a mass of dirt, leaves, and broken branches came into view along with a ship that could have been a YT-1300, but now was heavily modified. "Itsa moodified to lookin' like a piece a junk, mesa tinkin," Abso mumbled quietly.

Curious, he carefully sauntered over to it, flapping his arms and shouting. Knowing his father, this bucket of bolts would be the kind of thing to arrive in, and the landing was typical. Examining the scratches, Abso tapped the ship lightly with one orange finger. "Yousa in dere! Are yousa peoples okee-day?"

AN: I hope that was 'okee-day'. Review?