WARNING: This chapter contains a little, but not much, mature stuff and… health class stuff… So be prepared.

They pulled out of the hangar and jumped to lightspeed. Walker got up and sat next to Courtney and asked, "Are you going on this mission because of me or the Alliance?" She smiled and replied, "A little bit of both." They pulled out of lightspeed and saw the massive Executor, Darth Vader's personal flagship, and the Second Death Star. "If they don't go for this, we're gonna have to get out of here quick, Chewie." Han said, to which Chewie growled in agreement. Walker knew the riskiness of the mission. The Empire should have realized that one of their shuttles was stolen and they should've done more to check the credibility of Shuttle Tydirium, the name of the Imperial shuttle. The operator across the radio responded to Han, "We have you on screen now, and please identify."

"Shuttle Tydirium requesting deactivation of the deflector shield." They waited for a few seconds and the operator replied, "Shuttle Tydirium, transmit the clearance code for shield passage." Han pressed a couple of buttons and he commenced the transmission. "Now we find out if that code is worth the price we paid for." Leia commented.

"It'll work. It'll work." Han said to that comment. But Walker sensed something in the midst of the chatter. He looked over at Luke and he nodded. Luke cautiously announced, "Vader's on that ship."

"Now don't get jittery Luke," Han said, "There are a lot of command ships. Keep your distance though, Chewie, but don't look like your trying to keep your distance." Han trailed off to Chewbacca and Courtney sat next to Walker. "I was once a prisoner on that ship. Right before I met you, Walker."

"What was it like?" Walker asked.

"It wasn't bad. But I don't want to say much." Luke sat up and said, "I'm endangering the mission. I shouldn't have come." Han looked over at him. "It's your imagination kid. Come on, let's keep a little optimism here."

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Darth Vader was standing at the window on the bridge of the Executor. He sensed something. It was familiar. And he sensed two of it. He walked back to Admiral Piett who was looking at a tracking screen. "Where is that shuttle going?" Admiral Piett picked up his comlink and asked the pilot across the transmission, "Shuttle Tydirium, what is your cargo and destination?" The voice, which was Han Solo's, but no one knew it, replied, "Parts and technical crew for the forest Moon of Endor." Vader looked at Piett and asked, "Do they have a clearance code?"

"It's an older code sir, but it checks out. I was about to clear them." Vader sensed the familiar things again. It was Luke Skywalker and Walker Codbrun. "Shall I have them hold?" Piett asked. "No," Vader answered, "I shall deal with them myself." Admiral Piett looked surprised. "As you wish, my lord." Piett signaled for the shuttle to carry on, and they did.

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Everyone was waiting very tensely. "They're not goin' for it Chewie." Han said. But then the operator came back on. "Shuttle Tydirium, the deactivation of the shield will commence immediately. Follow your preset course." Everyone sighed in relief, except Luke. Chewie barked something and Han replied, "Okay, I told you it was gonna work. No problem." They made it pass the enemy. The plan was working, but Luke thought otherwise. "Do you want me to come with you?" Walker asked Luke. "No. I have to do this myself. You have to do what you were told to do."

"Luke, your fighting the Lord of the Sith. You might need help."

"He's my father, I have to do this alone." Walker shrugged and turned away. They were almost on the planet, and Walker was really tired so he decided to take a short nap. He started to dream again. It looked like he was on Yavin IV on a porch in one of the temples. He was sitting next to Courtney on a red couch and she looked like she was in pain. "Walker I can't do this." She screamed. "They're getting worse!" She screamed again. Walker got up and gave her some more towels and patted her head with a wet rag. Apparently it looked like she was giving birth, and a pretty painful one too. Walker noticed there was no medical equipment. This would be tricky. He placed a few more towels over her legs and held her hand. "Push Courtney, this will be a beautiful, healthy baby if you let it come out."

"I can't do this Walker." She lashed back. She started squeezing his hand very hardly and swearing in a different language, that was probably Mandalorian. "Courtney, push!" Walker yelled. Walker's hand would probably be broken when this was finished because Courtney was squeezing it so hard. She started to grunt and hit her head on the back of her pillow. But Walker heard a small voice. "Courtney do you hear that?" Walker asked. She nodded and Walker added, "Just keep pushing!" The little voice started to get louder, and since Walker didn't want to look under the towels, he assumed it was almost out. When the voice reached its peak, Walker asked Courtney, "Is it out?"

"I don't know." She replied. Walker closed his eyes and put his hands under the towel. He felt something. It was a baby. All of their friends were waiting in the room next to them, and Walker yelled, "Leia, get the medic droid!" Walker slowly picked up the baby and he looked at it. It was a girl. "Hey Courtney, what do you want her name to be?"

"Her? It's a her? Let me see!" Courtney excitedly squealed. Walker handed the baby to Courtney. "She's beautiful!" She squealed again. 2-7B, the now very old medical droid, slowly walked in. "I see you have a baby." He said in his robotic voice. "I will have to run a few tests to see if he or she is completely healthy." 2-7B walked out to get some more things, and Walker asked, "What should we name her?"

"I think we should name her…" But suddenly Walker woke up. "We're here Walker." Luke said, looking at him right over his face.

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Lando wasn't so sure about this mission. His crew was good and all, but it wasn't squeaky clean. For one thing, they had Nien Nunb, the Sullustan pilot, who was a real troublemaker. Lando sat in the pilot's seat and took a deep breath. He was in his ship again. After so many years, so many hardships, and many nights wishing he never challenged Han Solo to a game of saabac, which he probably cheated on. He could fly it again for a couple of hours, but then he would have to give it back to Han. But maybe he could take a joyride one day. His crew was he, Nien, and a few pilots/commandos. He was very nervous about flying with Nien, who he had a few run-ins with in the last few years. Nien sat in the chair next to him and asked in his native language, "You ready, buddy?"

"Oh yeah, Nien." Lando said with a deep breath. The Sullustan chuckled and asked, "You need a deathstick?" Lando looked at him and replied; "I thought we said I don't do drugs anymore."

"Not even a little spice?" Nien devilishly smiled. Lando grinned and shook his head. "I don't FUI Nein. You know this."

"FUI, what's that?" Nien asked.

"Flying Under Influence. This is a really important mission, Nien." He shrugged and played with the dice hanging from the top of the cockpit. "You wanna play a quick game of saabac?" Nien asked. "No, I don't want to do anything stupid before the mission."

"You used to be a fun guy Lando, too much Rebel stuff now, eh?"

"I've changed Nien, you should too." Nien leaned back and said, "It looks like we can leave, let's just get this over with." They were given the signal to fly out with everyone else, and they did. Lando led the countdown, and he started to talk with Admiral Ackbar over the comlink. "Admiral, we're in position. All fighters are accounted for."

"Proceed with the countdown. All groups assume the attack coordinates." Admiral Ackbar ordered in his raspy voice. Nien looked over at Lando and asked him, "Do you really think that they'll destroy the shields?"

"Don't worry, my friends are down there. They'll have that shield down in no time," Lando took another deep breath and said to himself, "or this'll be the shortest offensive of all time." Nien flipped a few switches and said something under his breath in his language. "All craft, prepare to jump into hyperspace on my mark." Admiral Ackbar said across the comlink. "All right, stand by." Lando replied. He pulled a few levers and they made the jump into the blue supernova.

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Keira was bored. She wanted to do something. Something important. But the only important thing to do was to fight the Empire. But she didn't want to do that at all. She was technically a prisoner of war, and she was still considered an Imperial sympathizer that shouldn't be let out in the open. If she could give one credible reason to fight, she might be able to get on a ship to fight. Ematt. She could manipulate Ematt to give her a ship. But she liked him. He was nice and funny. If she did that, he would hate her forever. But she had to do it. There was still one problem though. She was an Imperial. She liked her few days on a Star Destroyer. She liked her shipmates. She didn't want to kill them one bit. The Imperials had left her to die. Her leading officer would've let Walker kill her. They didn't care about her. She didn't like that either. The Imperials wouldn't care if she killed her comrades or not. They wouldn't even have a service for them. They would just continue to conquer every planet until they were satisfied. They were the savages. They were taught in the Academy that the Rebels were terrorists and brutes that would destroy the galaxy if they ever reigned supreme. The Rebels weren't the savages. They were. Planets were wealthy and rich before the Clone Wars, which led to the Empire, and they stripped everything away. She had a reason to kill them: to help free the galaxy from an evil dictatorship. She woke up, and without getting in her uniform, sprinted to the hangar. Ematt was sitting on a box, drinking some caf, and looked at Keira strangely. She was wearing her P.J's, which was just a tank top and some pink athletic shorts, and she was just a mess in general. "What are you doing here Keira?" Ematt nervously asked. "Look, Ematt, I need a ship to fly. I want to fight the Empire."

"I can't just-"

"Ematt, the rules don't matter! We need as many pilots so we can defeat the Empire."

"Keira, I can't-"

"Ematt! Haven't you ever wanted to something important? Just let me! Please!"

"Keira, there are no ships. No single-fighters." Ematt replied very slowly. Keira paused for a minute and asked, "What do you mean by 'single-fighters'?"

"We have a Y-Wing. The pilot is sick and so is the gunner. All it could do is a bombing run."

"That could help, couldn't it?"

"Theoretically, yes, but bombers aren't really needed." Keira pecked Ematt on the cheek and started to walk away. "Thanks Ematt!" She said as she was exiting the hangar. Ematt was very confused by this. Keira went back to her quarters, ate some food she stashed away, and put on her uniform. She was going to bomb the Second Death Star. She rushed back to the hangar and got in the pilots seat of the Y-Wing and Ematt ran over to her. "What do you think your doing?" Keira was putting on the pilot's helmet and replied, "I'm going to bomb Imperial ships and the Death Star." Ematt took a deep breath and said, "Since you're so persistent, I guess I can't stop you." Keira grinned and they kissed each other. As she was closing the door, Ematt smiled and added, "May the Force be with you." Keira nodded and she took off.

A/N Okay I added some stuff that usually isn't in my stories, like the process of birth, drugs, and other stuff. I wanted to insert scenes with characters I haven't really used, so that's why. School is good, and at this school I'm new, and I'm doing well socially. Academically, it's okay, just a little bit tougher, so don't expect me uploading early or anything. Remember to Favorite, Follow, Review, and May the Force be With You!