Luke relished the feeling the ice cold water as it touched his lips and trickled down his throat. The hanger was alive with the sounds of chatter, starting engines, and the occasional beep of droids. He had always enjoyed watching a hustle and bustle of the hanger. It was relaxing in a sense, familiar. Chewbacca drained his glass in one gulp before settling on the crate next to Luke. They sat in a comfortable silence, both lost in their own thoughts. At least until a loud bang came from inside the Falcon, causing them both to jump slightly. It was followed by a distinctly Corellian shout and string of profanity. Needless to say the passed week had not been a good one.

"Chewie what are we gonna do?" Luke sighed. The Wookiee growled in frustration. It had been a week since the two fought on the Falcon. The details were still hazy for Luke and Chewie, but they knew it was one of the couple's worst. From the minute they left Leia's apartment that night, Luke and Chewie had made an unspoken agreement to do everything in their power to make the estranged lovers see eye to eye. Perhaps they were a little rusty, or they had forgotten they were dealing with the two most stubborn people in the galaxy, but things had not been going well.

Leia seemed to do what she always did when things got rough, she threw herself into her work to the point of exhaustion. The only person she ever had time for was Hana; even her brother fell victim to Leia's agitation. The Jedi kept trying to get trying to subtly suggest that Leia should give Han a second chance, but stubborn as ever, Leia refused to go anywhere near the captain. In fact, she refused to partake in any conversations that had the slightest bit to do with him. The more Luke brought it up the farther Leia pushed him away. The last two days she refused to speak to him all together. It had gotten to the point Luke had to comm Rion to make sure everything was alright.

Chewie was hardly having any better luck with Han. The smuggler was never one to open up about his feelings, and his perpetual bad mood only made it worse. He refused to admit that the situation even bothered him. Chewie could barely get Han to leave the Falcon, let alone go anywhere near Leia. All it seemed like he wanted to do was yell at inanimate hunks of metal and make up for five years of lost work on his beloved ship.

Chewbacca broke Luke's train of thought, commenting about how in a way their behavior was similar to Hoth, just with more at stake. On the frozen ice ball, their fights were legendary; when things started to escalate they could be heard from clear across the base. Legend has it the power of their outrages once caused an avalanche on one of the snowy peaks near the base. One of them always seemed to push things a little too far, but would be too proud to apologize. The smitten hotheads would go weeks without talking after particularly bad battles of wits, only communicating heated glances until one of them would break the oath of silence.

"Remember how the Rogue Squadron would have betting pools on relationship and then would force them into ridiculous situations in an attempt to get them together?" Luke smirked. The Rogue Squadron where great pilots, that is when they remembered there was more to their job then being the official base matchmakers. Things often got out of hand, but they always managed to liven up the base. As the story goes they once even made the stone faced Mon Mothma smile. Chewie smiled fondly at the memories, oddly enough things were simpler in those days.

Luke suddenly hopped of his crate, eyes wide, an boyish grin spreading across his face. "Chewie! I've got an idea!"