Alright... I've reconsidered and I am posting this long, boring story. I also found a similar story of mine on my flashy-thingy drive called "Siren's Song" which I will post after this one. I had forgotten all about that one, which means it's not very memorable... LOL

So, without further ado...

Birthright

Six months after ANH. AU

The undercover agent had been pleased with the substantial reward, and left the Star Destroyer more than eager to continue his work as a spy, doing whatever the Sith ordered him to do.

The Sith was also pleased. Vader now knew he had a chance to find his son before it was too late. He picked up an old holograph, staring at the lovely face. The face of his wife, his one true love. Yes, he'd felt love at one time, and now that he knew his son had joined the Rebellion he felt a stirring inside his heart he hadn't felt in years. Emotions other than rage, bitterness, loss... hate. His son...Padmé's child. Feelings that not so long ago would have been foreign to him were now bubbling to the surface. Protectiveness. Pride. He hadn't been able to hide this fact from the Emperor, unfortunately. Obi-Wan had betrayed him one last time when he allowed Luke to leave Tatooine and join that foolish Rebellion. So now Palpatine had discovered what Vader had kept as a secret for nineteen years, and was demanding he find his son and turn him to the darkside so Palpatine could use Luke, like he'd used Vader for all these years.

There was only one problem with that command. Vader didn't want to turn Luke over to Palpatine. He was tired of being a puppet, a pawn for the Emperor. Flicking the holo of his wife off, Vader realized he not only wanted his son by his side as he took down the Emperor, he needed Luke by his side. Palpatine wasn't the Chosen One. Anakin Skywalker was. Anakin Skywalker, a name he'd given up years ago, only now he wanted it back. All he had to do was locate his son, and that may happen faster than Vader anticipated.

The smuggler that had saved Vader from taking his own son's life was on his way to Acoda to pick up supplies for the Rebellion. The only person waiting for Solo on Acoda would be Darth Vader. There were no supplies, just a trap.

Acoda

The Corellian and Wookiee found themselves strolling on sidewalks down the rather narrow, winding streets as they tried to locate the proper building. A cold breeze whipped through the streets, and Han found himself wishing he'd worn warmer clothes. No one in the Alliance warned him Acoda was downright cold this time of the year. Of course, a certain Princess might have warned him, if Han wouldn't have gotten into another war of words with Her Worship right before he left on this supply run. Just thinking about the dark-haired Princess caused Han all sorts of conflicting emotions. A Princess and a guy like him... it wasn't gonna happen, just like Luke pointed out. So why did she occupy much of his waking thoughts, as well as a large portion of his dreams? He was chasing a shooting star, and he knew what would happen if he allowed himself to fall in love - he'd get burned. Better to keep up the impression he was just a cynical smuggler, only in this for the money. Chewie's bark interrupted his musings.

*Perhaps we are lost,.* Chewie wuffed in concern as they struggled against the stiff wind.

"Corellians can't get lost," Han growled at his co-pilot, then broke into a large grin as he pointed toward a non-descript building. "There it is... that's the number and description Madine gave us."

No sooner had the words left Han's mouth than a dozen stormtroopers appeared from both directions down the narrow street, blocking their exit. Automatically Han drew his blaster, feeling his body tense and hoping the Imperials were looking for someone else. That hope was quickly shot down as the stormtroopers rushed toward them, firing their weapons.

The Wookiee brought up his bowcaster while Han shot back at their enemies, pushing Chewie toward a parked landspeeder.

"Get inside the speeder," Han ordered sharply. "I'm gonna hotwire this thing so we can blast our way through the Imps."

Using the sides of the craft as cover, Chewie remained outside, covering his partner. There was no way he would get inside the speeder, allowing Han to remain exposed. The Corellian opened the engine cover, desperately trying to connect wires and make the machine run. Sparks flew, forcing Han to drop the cable and he swore loudly, in several different languages.

Chewie turned his head and looked at the engine. *You need to connect that wire with - * He got no further, as a blaster shot burned into his side. The giant Wookiee roared in pain, nearly dropping his bowcaster.

Han felt his heart sink. "Chewie! Get inside the speeder... NOW!" He watched as the Wookiee pulled himself into relative safety inside the vehicle, then turned his attention back to the engine, dragging the wire Chewie had indicated over to the starter connection. The engine roared to life. With no time to celebrate, the Corellian moved to the side of the speeder intending to leap inside - he almost made it. Burning pain ripped down his left leg, and Han crumpled to the street, just as Chewie let loose another roar of warning.

Han turned his head, instantly seeing what Chewie was talking about. Darth Vader was heading toward them, another dozen stormtroopers covering his approach. "GO!" Han yelled toward Chewie. "Get out of here!"

The Wookiee reached over the side of the speeder to pull his partner into the vehicle while Han tried to struggle to his feet, knowing Chewie would never leave without him. Clutching his leg, Han tried to fire past the stormtroopers and hit the Sith, until a second shot from close by hit his right arm, forcing him to drop his blaster. The stormtroopers quickly moved in, and the two smugglers found themselves outnumbered, outgunned, and completely surrounded. A trooper snatched up the DL-44 blaster, then pulled Han to his feet, while Chewie was forced to throw down his bowcaster and hobble out of the vehicle, his arms raised above his head. Han nearly passed out from the pain of the two blaster shots, but forced his focus on the Sith.

"I have been waiting for you, smuggler," Vader hissed at the man. "Your ship has already been impounded and taken up to the Executor."

"You got the wrong guys," Han quickly bluffed. "We're just independent shippers, pickin' up some medical supplies for a field hospital out on the Rim. Our records are in order, and we've got the disks to prove it."

For a moment, Vader only stared at Solo. Then he replied, "Your cooperation is unnecessary, Captain Solo. As long as you are friends with my son, that is all that matters." Without giving the confused Corellian a chance to respond, Vader ordered his troopers, "Take Solo and the Wookiee to the Executor and have their wounds treated before confining them."

The Dark Lord watched as the injured smugglers were hauled away. His first step toward ensuring Luke's birthright was completed.

Chewie regained awareness lying on his back, inside the main hold of the Falcon. For a few moments, he didn't remember how he got there, but when he sat up his side twinged and everything rushed back. His wound had been treated, his fur was still slightly sticky from bacta. The familiar rumble of the ship's engines could be heard, but Chewie could hear nothing else inside the ship.

Cautiously, the Wookiee got up off the floor, carefully checking out every area of the ship. He was alone, and floating in space near the Acoda system; no other ship could be seen, either visually, or by checking the long range scanners inside the cockpit. It was then he noticed two disks lying on the console, both with Imperial markings. Chewie slid the tiny object labeled "The Wookiee" into a control box, hitting 'play.' The mask of Darth Vader appeared, his deep voice filling the tiny cockpit. The Sith's orders were very clear. If Chewie wanted to ever see Han alive, he must do exactly what he was told. Terribly afraid for his friend and partner, the Wookiee headed toward the surface of the planet, knowing he had to waste precious time checking for tracking devices before returning to the Rebellion.

Groaning, Han put his hand up to his forehead, rubbing his eyes. His mouth tasted disgusting, like bacta. Why would -? He cut off his own thought process as he recalled the disaster on Acoda. The Corellian opened his eyes and pushed himself into a sitting position, noting the gray prisoner jumpsuit he was now wearing. Immediately he recognized his surroundings, since he'd been well acquainted with them in the past. He was in a standard Imperial prison cell onboard a Star Destroyer, and past experience had also taught him there was no escaping Imperial confinement without some outside help.

Swinging his legs over the side of the hard cot, Han inspected his injured leg, then checked his arm. Both were tender to the touch, but the bacta treatment had worked wonders. His worried mind wandered to his partner. Had they treated Chewie's wound? What had they done to his friend? Imperials were not noted for kindness toward non-humans, and the Wookiee culture seemed to be one of Palpatine's favorite targets.

Then there was the small problem of Vader. Han wondered if he'd be able to withstand the Sith's torture and not betray the Rebellion. Again, his thoughts centered around Princess Leia. He knew she had suffered a great deal during her time aboard the Death Star, and somehow she had withstood the torture, and survived. Mentally, he swore he'd do his best to resist, even if he died during the interrogation. But if they gave him the choice between watching Chewie suffer and die, or betraying Luke and Leia... Han simply didn't know what he'd do if he faced a horrible decision like that.

Rebel Base, two days later

Luke wished he could understand the Wookiee language, but he still had a pretty good idea what Chewie was saying. "We'll get him back, Chewie... I promise," Luke said to the loud and distraught Wookiee as he tried to read the fast moving words on the monitor that interpreted the Wookiee's words.

"Sure, Luke," the dark-haired woman mumbled, her voice tight. "How? How are we going to get him back? You tell me that!"

When she looked up, Luke was surprised at the depth of the anger and fear in her expression. Other Rebels had died or gone missing since Luke had joined the Rebellion, and while Leia had mourned them, her reaction over Han's capture was far stronger than he had expected, especially considering the amount of time the two spent bickering. For a second, Luke felt a twinge of jealousy, then pushed it aside with a rush of guilt. Han was in terrible danger, how could he be feeling jealousy toward his friend at a time like this? "We can go to Coruscant -"

"No!" she shouted at Luke. "It will be too late. Vader will kill Han... he probably already has!"

General Rieekan and General Madine had been listening quietly to this exchange. Finally Madine spoke, "We'll need to abandon this base immediately. Solo probably has already told them where we are." He flinched slightly at Chewie's angry roar, then looked over at the Princess. "You've experienced Vader's interrogation techniques, Your Highness. Can you honestly tell me Solo is strong enough, or even committed enough to this Rebellion, to hold back our location?"

Rieekan cleared his throat. "Captain Solo would not deliberately betray us, and I don't doubt his commitment to us, even if he hasn't officially joined. Unfortunately, I have to agree that it's unlikely he could hold out indefinitely under torture. I will start evacuation procedures."

"What about a rescue operation?" Luke questioned before the General could leave. "We can't leave him there as a prisoner."

It was Madine who answered. "This is war, Commander Skywalker. People get taken prisoner all the time, and we can't waste resources trying to rescue one person. It would just result in more deaths, or more Alliance members taken prisoner. Rescue attempts are seldom successful."

"How can you say that?" Luke pressed. "We rescued Leia!"

"That was luck, Skywalker. Just luck." Madine turned and walked away.

"I'm sorry, Commander," Rieekan told Luke, then looked over at a grim-faced Princess Leia. "I know Captain Solo was your friend, and he was a good man to have on our side. Unfortunately, we have no idea where Han was taken, so I have to agree with General Madine once again. Han will be missed." The General followed Madine out of the small debriefing room, leaving the three friends alone with their grief.

When the door shut, Chewie stood up. *Luke, I need to show you something important. Alone* he woofed quietly, and somewhat apologetically toward Leia, waiting while the young man read the monitor. *Please, come to the Falcon with me.*

Leia watched as her friends filed out of the room, wondering why Chewie chose not to include her in whatever he needed to show Luke.

Chewie motioned Luke into the cockpit, indicating he should sit in Han's chair. Then he slid in the Imperial disk with the name, 'Luke Skywalker' written on it. Luke watched in stunned silence as Darth Vader spoke into the holo-recorder.

"Luke Skywalker," the Sith told him. "My birth name is Anakin Skywalker, and I am your father. Obi-Wan Kenobi was once my friend and mentor, but before you were born he tried to kill me. When he failed, he stole you from me as an act of revenge. But he was not successful in hiding you. I've known for quite some time you were living on Tatooine, although why the old man allowed you to keep your true name is beyond my comprehension. I suspect it was to lure me to Tatooine. Did he think I'd come for you, while he thought he was still strong enough to defeat me? Perhaps Obi-Wan thought he was being clever, living in the desert and watching over you, so I allowed the old man his illusion because it served my purpose."

"I apologize for hurting your friends, but it was necessary to capture Solo, and his injuries were his own fault. Considering the odds, Solo should have realized he could not possibly escape, and given up."

Vader gave an exasperated shake of his head before continuing. "The time has finally come for us to join together, my son. I need to speak to you in person, for there is much I need to tell you that I cannot say on this recording. Also, I sincerely doubt you'd agree to meet me without some incentive to do so. I have treated Solo's injuries, just as the Wookiee was treated. He will not be harmed if you follow my orders. Your friendship with the smuggler is puzzling, but strong, so I suspect you will do what I request. Normally I would not approve of Solo as your friend, but since he prevented me from accidentally harming you over Yavin, I will make an exception. My good will has limits, however. If you do not meet with me, it will force me to punish Solo for your disobedience. In that case, any injuries or harm that befalls him will be on your shoulders, not mine. There will be exact directions on this disk where I want to meet you. Do not be foolish enough to think you can outwit me and rescue Solo. If you do exactly as the disk orders it will not be necessary to rescue him, for he will be released when the time is right, and I no longer require his.. company."

Vader's mask disappeared, followed by a long series of numbers that Luke knew translated into hyperspace coordinates.

*Luke?* the Wookiee asked softly, knowing the young man was overwhelmed by this information. *If you do not wish to face Vader, I will not blame you. But I will go to this system, and try to rescue Han, even if you decide not to come.*

The young man turned his haunted blue eyes toward the Wookiee. "He's lying, right? Vader couldn't be my father." It was too unthinkable to imagine Vader was telling the truth. Princess Leia would hate him, everyone in the Rebellion would think he was a spy... or shun him.

*No, Vader is not. But perhaps Anakin Skywalker was.*

"What's the difference?"

*Perhaps nothing, young one. Perhaps everything.*

Executor

Heavily guarded and with stun cuffs around his wrists, Han Solo was taken into a small room, empty except for a single chair. The troopers pushed him to sit, then left the room. Han immediately stood up, pacing around the edge of the room, anticipating the worst. It was strange that the chair had no straps to restrain him, or that no instruments of torture were lying in plain sight to intimidate and instill fear.

The outer door cycled open, and the Corellian spun around to face the Sith. "I was wondering what was takin' you so long," Han drawled. "But then, it's fashionable to be late to the party, ain't it?"

"Isn't."

"What?"

"The proper word is 'isn't', not 'ain't'."

Han gave a harsh laugh. "I never thought Vader would be giving me a lesson in grammar."

"You need to be taught many lessons, Solo. Give me enough motivation, and I may be more than willing to teach you." The Dark Lord waved at the chair. "Sit."

"I'd rather stand," Han replied defiantly. To his utter surprise, he felt his feet lifting off the floor as his body was forcibly slammed down on the chair.

"I insist," Vader hissed, stalking up and standing behind the smuggler. He placed his gloved hand on the back of Solo's neck, sensing through the Force the smuggler fighting the urge to jerk away. "That is your first lesson. Do not defy my orders again. You are making it very difficult for me not to punish you. Is that what you truly desire, Solo? Pain?"

"For some reason, I doubt I'm gonna have much say so in the matter."

"You might be surprised, Solo," Vader answered. "My only desire at this point is to convince my son that I am only looking out for his best interests. I would like your cooperation in this, but I will not hesitate to use my considerable influence to persuade you."

"Son? I don't know your son," Han said, his confusion starting to overtake his trepidation.

"You know him. You have saved his life, as a matter of fact."

"Really? I saved the son of a Sith? I doubt it."

Vader removed his hand, then shifted his body so Han could see him. "My son is Luke Skywalker."

At first, Han was speechless. Then he laughed, shaking his head. "You're crazy. Luke is one of the nicest people I know... there is no way you could be -"

"He is my son," Vader interrupted, irritated at the Corellian's disbelief. "My birth name was Anakin Skywalker, before Kenobi tried to murder me. At the time, my wife was pregnant, and while I was recovering from his treachery, she gave birth. He stole my son, thinking he could hide Luke in plain sight...in the last place he thought I would look." Vader turned his helmet away from Han. "But I found out where he was, and I waited for the right time. Then Kenobi snatched him away again, right before I arrived to claim him." The Sith looked back at Han. "I believe it was at that point you and your copilot entered the picture."

Han stared up at the Sith. "Can you back any of these claims up, Vader?"

"Medical tests will prove to Luke I am not lying."

The Corellian decided not to point out that medical tests could be fabricated. "So you're using me as bait, right? What makes you think Luke will try and rescue me?"

"Would you try to rescue Luke, if I had captured him?" Vader returned.

"Of course."

"There is your answer, then. He will come for you," the Sith stated. "Now you will be taken back to your cell. I strongly suggest you behave, because we will be leaving the Executor very shortly. I do not want trouble from you when I come for you, since I have limited patience. Remember - you have been warned."

"What did you do to my partner?" Han asked before the Sith could leave.

"He was treated, then released so he could pass along information to my son. The Wookiee should be back at your Rebel base by now. It shouldn't take too long for them to arrive at our rendezvous."

"Why did you bother treating my injuries?" Han questioned, truly curious. It wouldn't lessen the effectiveness of a trap to keep him hurting, unless he was trying to show Luke what a good guy he was under all that armor.

"The TIE fighter you shot off Luke's back, right before Luke's shot went in the exhaust port?" Vader hesitated. "That was me. I almost killed my own son without knowing it, and perhaps that was exactly what Obi-Wan intended to happen. You saved his life, and by doing so, saved me as well. I owe you, Solo. But just because I owe you, doesn't mean I still won't punish you, if you do something that warrants punishment."

"Like trying to escape?"

"Exactly." The Sith left, and the stormtroopers quickly took Han back to his cell.

Rebel Base

"Where do you think you're going?" Leia's voice said from behind Luke as he tried sneaking aboard the Falcon later that night with Artoo in tow. With all the activity around them, it seemed unlikely to the young pilot that anyone would notice him carrying his bags inside the large hanger. Apparently, he'd underestimated the Princess's power of observation.

"I, um, just thought I'd help Chewie prep the Falcon." When Leia frowned, he continued on, his voice rising in pitch as he defended his actions. "He needs some help without Han around."

"Really?"

"Uh.. yes."

Leia grabbed Luke by the arm, hustling him inside the well-lit freighter. "You're leaving with Chewie, aren't you? Do you know that's desertion? You could be court-martialed!"

Luke grew still, thinking about Vader. Even if he stayed, a court-martial wasn't out of the question, and rescuing Han wasn't the only issue at this point although it was still the most important one. "I have to help Chewie try and rescue Han. He's my friend."

"He's my friend, too," Leia replied hotly as she tried to convince not only Luke, but herself. "But Madine and Rieekan are right... you'll only end up getting killed or captured. This is foolish, especially since we don't have any idea where Han has been taken."

"We know, Leia," Luke answered.

"What!"

"Chewie couldn't say anything to Command, but Vader left him instructions on how to get Han back, and -"

"Then it's a trap!"

"Probably. But I'm still going with Chewie. If I can, I'll make it back to the Rebellion and face whatever charges they want to put on me." He looked directly in Leia's eyes, desperately wanting to tell her everything on the disk, and at the same time, horrified at the thought of revealing the information. "I can't abandon Han."

"Then will you go get my bag? It's the green one, right over by the box of medical bandages." When Luke frowned in confusion, Leia smiled. "I'm not letting you and Chewie have all the fun and glory."

The young man felt a surge of panic. If the Princess came along, there would be no way he could keep her from learning about the disk, and the claims Vader had made. "Leia, do you know how dangerous this will be? Vader will probably be there and you're right...it's likely we'll be walking into a trap."

"Yes, I do know how dangerous it is." She stood on her toes, kissing his cheek. "Don't argue with me, Luke. I'm coming."

Chewie stuck his head around the curved corridor, then pointed out the lowered hatch to get his point across. *You heard the Princess. Go get her bags.* It pleased the Wookiee that the pretty Princess cared enough about his cub to risk going after him. He would be sure to point this out to Han once they had him safely back.

Smiling sweetly, Leia said, "And Threepio is standing right there. Bring him along, too." Chewie let out a loud howl of protest. "Chewie, we need him along to translate."

The Wookiee responded by banging his head against the wall.

Executor

The door opened in the middle of the 'night' cycle, waking Han out of a restless sleep. Squinting at the sudden increase in light, Han sat up, staring through bleary eyes at the tall Sith. "Now what?"

"I told you we would be leaving soon. It's time." The Sith held out binders. "Stand up, Solo."

Nervously, the Corellian stood and held out his wrists while the man clamped them around his wrists. Then Vader pulled Han by his arm, pushing him out of the cell and down the narrow hallway. "Where are you taking me?"

"That is not your concern."

"Really?" Han twisted his head so he could look up at the black helmet. "Well, I hate to tell you this, Your Darthship, but actually I am a bit concerned."

Inside his mask, the Dark Lord actually smiled. As annoying as the Corellian was, he was also somewhat amusing. Very few beings had the nerve to talk back to the Sith, and they never used sarcasm or mocking nicknames. If they would dare try, they would end up dead. "You are very fortunate I need you alive, smuggler."

"Fortunate," Han muttered. "Yep, that's what I'm feeling right now - very fortunate." Han could almost swear he heard the Sith laugh inside his mask.

Millennium Falcon

Leia folded her extra clothing, putting them in the drawer that Han had cleared for her use while she traveled on his ship. She tried not to think about the Corellian. He's just a friend... Sighing, Leia sat down on the edge of the bed. Han's bed. He always let her use his berth when flying her around, while he bunked with Chewie in his room. He argued and fought with her over the smallest things, yet he always made nice meals for her when they traveled. He made suggestive comments while the Rogue Squadron listened just to get her riled up and embarrassed, but never tried taking advantage of her when they were alone. He refused to officially join the Rebellion, still, he put himself in harm's way to protect her. He never took on a job without being paid, but he took on dangerous assignments with a cocky, devil-may-care attitude. I can't figure him out, so why do I keep trying?

To stop from thinking about the Corellian, Leia focused her mind on Luke. Something was wrong with the young pilot, and whatever it was had happened since Chewie took him onboard the Falcon to 'show' him something in private. Some secret she wasn't important, or trustworthy, enough to confide in. The exclusion bothered her, more than she'd care to admit. Since when did people keep secrets from her? Of course, there were plenty of official Rebel secrets she was privy to, confidential information that people like Han Solo could not be told... because he wasn't an 'official' part of the Rebellion. It was so annoying that Command didn't trust the Corellian. How many times did he have to risk life and limb before they were convinced he was trustworthy? And why am I thinking about Solo, again?

Luke was sitting at the small game table when Chewie entered. He listened forlornly as the Wookiee gave a long series of barks, then looked over at Threepio for translation. "Chewbacca has informed us that we are now safely in hyperspace. The Rebel Command requested we return to base, but Chewbacca politely declined their invitation," the gold droid told Luke.

"I guess that makes us officially fugitives from the Alliance and the Empire," Luke mumbled, feeling disheartened. "What am I going to tell Leia?"

"Are you asking me? Or Chewbacca?"

"Chewie," Luke answered with a sigh.

After a few more howls, Threepio translated, "Chewbacca suggests you tell her the truth." The droid cocked his head. "May I inquire what your dilemma might be, Master Luke?"

"No." Luke abruptly stood up and headed out of the hold, leaving the droid and Wookiee behind. He knew the Wookiee was right, even if his stomach felt like it was in knots and his hands were sweating. He would tell Leia what was on that disk, then she would tell him that everything would be okay, and they'd both laugh at the outrageous claim. At least, that's what Luke tried telling himself would happen. It couldn't be true, he told himself for the hundredth time since watching the holo. If it were... then Obi-Wan had been lying to him. Obi-Wan Kenobi was the last Jedi Knight. He was a war hero, a General. No, what Vader claimed was nothing more than a lie to fluster him, throw him off-guard. Vader was evil... Obi-Wan was good. He just needed Leia to reassure him of this fact.

"I truly don't understand why humans don't confide in me more often," Threepio told Chewie as he watched Luke storm out of the hold. "I am quite capable of giving advice based on all possible variances, and give an accurate probability of success and failure based on those choices."

If Luke and Leia weren't so attached to the protocol droid, Chewie would have thrown him out of the airlock.

The Sith led his captive into a vast hanger, then headed toward a large, very impressive looking shuttle. Shaped a bit like the Falcon, but slightly bigger, the ship had flat, wide wings that flared out. The cockpit was in the center of the curved front part of the ship, bulging outward from the dark body. Impressive, and very visible, weapons hung from the belly of the ship, as well as the wings.

"Nice ship," Han commented truthfully.

"It puts your rusty antique to shame."

"Hey!" Han skidded to a stop, glaring at the Sith. "The Falcon can make point five past light speed! I've outrun Imperial Destroyers and ..."

Vader held up his hand. "Spare me, Solo. I am well aware of the misplaced pride you have in that outdated, over-modified spice hauler. My private shuttle is a true work of art. Once you feel the power beneath your boots, you will never want to set eyes on your precious freighter again."

"I doubt it," Han said stubbornly, frowning at the insults to his ship.

Darth Vader used the Force to push the Corellian forward, toward the lowered entry hatch. "I don't care about your doubts, Captain."

Entering the ship, Han looked around as he was ushered toward the cockpit. It was just as sleek and powerful looking inside as out. "What do you call her?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"The name of your ship? It has to have a name."

"Amidala. The name of my ship is Amidala."