Han dove, and weaved around the fighters careening towards them. Shots rang out, and one hit the Falcon. Han swore.
"Han, Look out!" Leia grabbed his arm. As much as he liked it, he kept his mind focused. He glided into a hanger.
"Does it seem like they were purposely missing, there at the end?" He asked. Leia shrugged. "Quick!" He opened the smuggling hatch, and shoved Leia inside.
"What the… Oomph!" Leia grunted as she folded herself into the small space. Han shushed her.
"All clear!" came the call a few minutes later. Leia happily burst out. She straightened her dress with a scowl for Han.
Luke arranged his things so when they came he could easily grab it. His father had his lightsaber; he would need to go get it.
"Dad?" He called across the hall. When no one answered, he pressed an ear to the door. He quickly backed off, blushing. Belatedly he noticed the paper on the door.
Luke, your lightsaber is on your dresser.
Love Dad.
He hurried back into his room, not wanting to interrupt his parents.
"Hurry up!" Leia hissed. Han was peering at a console. He'd drawn up the floor plan for the living quarters.
"Man, this place is huge Anyway, Luke's over here. So we'll go… it looks like across the bridge is quickest." He pointed to a room with the name Luke Skywalker on it. Leia nodded. They quietly left the room.
Han was at the door when he realized Leia wasn't with him. He cursed and turned. She was staring up, pale.
"Princess?" Leia pointed a quivering hand. Han lifted his gaze to where hers was, and paled along side her. Ships! Millions upon millions! AS he watched, another Star Destroyer was created in a puff of white smoke.
Leia was horrified. How could the Rebels ever hope to defeat them? With the Infinite Fleet at their disposal? Darth Revan and Darth Sadow were the embodiments of pure evil. They were twisted by the Dark Side, with no hope of redemption. In other words, to win, they must be destroyed.