Rex: Ah, glad you liked it. ;) Catch the Dark-Side-cookies reference? And don't worry - I'm a firm Christian, kissing is the outside limit of intimacy in my stories.
To all my other reviewers: Thanks again, I'm happy to please. *bows* It's lovely to know my humble offerings are enjoyed. :)
"Some rescue!" the petite brunette screeched in his ear, firing off another shot with terrifying accuracy to be rewarded with a muffled yell from down the harshly lit metal corridor.
Han Solo was about to shoot the loudmouth Princess himself, but contented himself shooting at the ones actually shooting at him, and only fired back a pointed retort. "You weren't doing too well yourself, Your Worship," he snapped back.
"Both of you, shut up and shoot!" the kid yelled, dodging momentarily behind cover before lunging back up again to send off another round, with an aim to rival Han's and the uppity Princess's.
"Aarrroourrgh!" Chewie added.
"Not you too," Han grumbled, but obeyed, tossing off another two bolts - only nothing happened. Realizing the reason, he let loose a stream of Huttese, earning himself a filthy look from young Luke.
"Why aren't you firing?" the diminutive brunette with the immense voice demanded of him from across the miniscule hallway.
"Power pack," he hollered back. She stared at him in horror for a moment before looking down at her own commandeered blaster, noting the depleted power.
As if on cue, C-3PO's voice issued faintly from the commlink still clutched mechanically in Luke's hand. "We're doomed!"
"Oowwroouugh," Chewie howled mournfully.
Han looked back down the corridor with a scowl. Their options were drastically limited.
"Lord Vader, Grand Moff Tarkin." The flunky gave the requisite perfunctory bow. "We have apprehended the prisoners."
"Not all of them," Darth Vader rumbled dangerously. "Kenobi remains at large."
The officer looked mildly startled, and faintly offended. His indignation did not trip him up - it took a certain art to remain alive around the Dark Lord, and it was one the aide intended to live to master. "We have in custody all the infiltrators that had entered the detention level," he replied carefully.
"Nonetheless, Kenobi was not among them," Darth Vader insisted. "I will locate him myself." He turned and swept majestically off, leaving Tarkin and the annoyed officer behind.
The troopers who had taken the infiltrators into custody after their surrender did not expect the prisoners to suddenly change their minds. The passive Wookiee abruptly snapped his cuffed hands around a trooper's neck, summarily throttling him. The older male human grabbed the falling blaster as the younger one grabbed the Princess-Senator and hustled her to safety. It was not long before all was pandemonium and confusion again, the dark-haired one and the Wookiee chasing a paltry handful of troopers down the corridor, straight into an ambush, as the towheaded one half dragged the female towards the docking bays, and a lone Jedi Master sneaked around in the gigantic battle station's innards.
A/N: I always felt that garbage shoot was a little too convenient - much like all the ventilation shafts and ductwork in the prequels and The Clone Wars.