"Sounds like a, agh, real, uhg, keeper you've, ah, got on your hands there," Han struggled to speak as he re positioned himself in his bed. Leia didn't even make eye contact with him as he moved.
"She really is, Han, and that's why I need to rescue her so badly." Leia sat up, still not looking at Han.
"I personally find it hard to believe the Emperor is still alive," she said, looking to Luke hopelessly.
"It's all true, everything I've said. And you have to believe that I really need your guy's help to rescue Iliana, I wouldn't put you all in this danger if I didn't." This time it was Luke who gave the hopeless look.
"How can we help bud?" Han asked with a signature grin on his face.
"Well, I know this one is a long shot, but if I can get an Empire drone to sense your ship out here I can have you all brought in to the starships and held as 'prisoners'. Then I'll help you escape, we get Iliana, and we run for it."
"How long have you had that planned for?" Leia asked with a grin.
"About a month or so, you just had to find me first." Luke grinned back at her. Chewy roared and R2 beeped.
"I think these two are suggesting that we prepare the ship for takeover," C-3PO translated the two different creatures languages to the humans.
"Han, are you sure you are ok for this?" Luke asked, glancing at Han's wound.
"I might not be able to fight, but they can't hurt me any worse than this." Han and Luke grinned, but Leia pouted towards the ground.
"Ok, you guys prepare the ship for takeover, Leia, make sure Han is ready and set to be arrested, I'll make my way back to the Imperial Starships to inform them of an abnormal reading."
"Master Luke, do recall the power is still shutoff on the Falcon." C-3PO chimed in once again to the conversation.
"Even better," Luke answered, running out of the ship and back to the Empire's fleet.
The tension between Han and Leia was awkward as ever, especially now that Luke was gone again.
"Han I'm sor-"
"Leia, just don't. There's no need. We both know you're sorry." Han interrupted Leia mid-sentence, just cutting to the chase.
"So that means we're good now?" Leia asked with an enthusiastic look upon her face.
"Sweetheart we are far from good. You shoot me with a blaster gun that I was only planning to use in self defense, and then you held my dying body in the middle of a sandstorm instead of getting me the medical help I needed." Leia sighed.
"So Chewy told you,"
"Yes Chewy told me , and I'm glad he did in fact. Now I know I can't trust my life in your hands."
"Han don't say tha-"
"No, Leia, I am going to say that because it's true. I thought you loved me, but you would obviously rather keep me as your giant oversized teddy bear to hug when you're goin' through a tough time." Tears were beginning to roll down Leia's face as Han spoke.
"Han, you don't mean that," Han was beginning to get angry.
"Actually I do Leia, I mean it very much."
"Han, stop."
"No Leia, I won't stop. I won't stop because you didn't stop your petty argument with your perfectly fine brother to get me help when you're the one who shot me."
"Han!"
"What, Leia!? Do you just expect me to leave this alone like it was nothing, cause it sure as hell wasn't nothing. Just get out of here, I'm sick of this Leia. I'm sick of us." Leia ran weeping from Han's side after he finished arguing with her, their once perfect relationship now non existent.