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"Maybe we were on a mission?"

Leia rolled her eyes at Han's questioned suggestion. "Why would we have a communication that is clearly labeled Mon Mothma?" That didn't make sense at all. Mon had been underground as long as Leia. Sometimes traveling with the rebels and sometimes in seclusion. "Even if we were on a mission why wouldn't we use a fake name for the comm?"

She could tell Han was annoyed by her retort and the sense that she made. "Well, why would the Empire give us a comm if they captured us?" He raised his arms and swung them throughout the barren room. "There's no security here! We could just walk out right now!"

She didn't argue with that. Why would the Empire give them their stuff? Plus, she didn't see any military guards on her walk through the halls. It looked like a normally functioning medical facility.

But what were they doing here? She had been on enough missions with Han the past three years to feel comfortable coordinating ops with him. Through all their bickering and no matter how much Han drew her patience to the edge, they actually worked well together. Even she would admit to that. Maybe they were in the middle of a mission? Maybe something went wrong and they were captured. Or maybe…

"Maybe we've gone crazy," she offered the most likely suggestion yet as her eyes widened at him.

Han swallowed as he was obviously taking in that real possibility. He blinked a few times. "Call her back," Han gestured towards the comm. "Mon, she's from Chandrila. She might be able to help."

"What?" Leia admonished, planting her feet and staring him down like that was the most idiotic suggestion yet. Sometimes, Han Solo could be a real nerf herder. "That could compromise everything! It could give away her location and our base location…"

"So what?" He interrupted, in his signature calm, coolness. "We just sit here forever, talkin' in maybes?"

He had a point. They needed a plan. "What can she help with?" Leia pushed, wanting to hear him defend this dangerous idea.

"I don't know, your Highness!"

She hated when he called her that. He knew she didn't like it, and that's why he did it. Just to push her buttons, rile her up. Sometimes— most of the time— she enjoyed it. This was not one of those times.

Han turned his back on her as he began to pace the room from one wall to the other, kicking the bottom with his foot. "Do you think we could use a little help from the higher-ups right now?"

She was out of ideas and frankly, hearing another familiar voice would be a great relief to her. It looked like the call from the other comm tried to reach her first, so it was probably safe. The potential compromise was a risk she had to take. "Fine, I'll try it," she whispered, her thumb hovering for a moment before pressing the call button.

They waited, watching the holo screen as the device searched for the connection. It flickered first, and then the familiar face presented herself in the blue glow, like the relief of a shower after a drought.

"Mon…" Leia called with a mix of desperation and relief. "It's Leia…"

"Leia, my dear." Mon addressed her with a hand to her chest as respite seemed to flow through her glowing body. "It's good to hear your voice. I'm glad you're alright. How's Han?"

Leia breathed again. So Mon knew they were together. They must be on some sort of mission. "He's fine. I'm with him now."

Han could have spoken up, but he bit his lip and shuffled on his feet. He'd never met her in person, only communicated a few times via a holo projections when he was read into a certain mission or military tactic. Mon had always had a slightly intimidating presence that unnerved him, even over a holo.

"You're still at the med center?"

Leia was taken aback by the question. Apparently Mon knew exactly where they were. "Yes… on Chandrila," she answered before asking her own pertinent question. "Mon, why are we here?"

"My people got a message that you were in an accident. I just thank the gods you are both okay." Mon paused, her face turning into an obvious calm, generous grin. "Don't even think about coming in for the rest of the week. You take your time to recover."

Come in where? "What?" Leia's eyes were twitching, jumping from one question to another.

Mon held her hand up oh so calmly. "Now, I promise you will have your time to recover," she said it like there was a but coming… and there was. "But would you mind terribly if we met tonight to run by the Naboo situation? I would value your opinion. Then I promise I'll leave you alone."

Stop in where? Was she coming to Hoth? To Chandrila? "Mon, where are you?"

"I know," the other woman smiled again as she gently held her hands at her waist. "It's been a busy traveling time. I just landed in Chandrila this morning."

This morning? Mon was here too, on Chandrila?

"So it's okay if I stop by? I wouldn't want to add to your travels." The woman asked.

"Where?" Leia asked right back.

"The apartment, dear."

What apartment? "What apartment?"

Mon seemed to almost laugh at that. Leia hadn't heard Mon laugh in years. "Well there's only one I know of, 60 Venillium Court, but if you've been holding out on me…"

"60 Venillium Court…" Leia repeated.

Mon took that as confirmation. "Good," she nodded her head. "I'll see you around 7. Do take care. And give Han my best."

And with that, the blue glow disappeared, as did Leia's hope of having more answers AFTER talking with Mon.

She muttered the only thing that came into her brain at the man who was also struck dumb as he leaned against the far wall. "She said to give you her best."

His head gravitated up and then down. "I know, I heard."

She threw the comm on the bed and sat herself back down beside it. Her head immediately fell in her hands. A lot of help that was.

Apparently, Han was feeling more confident than she was as he stepped away from the wall with a new vigor in his stride. "Well, at least we have an address…"

She turned her head up to him, eyebrows knotted together.

"60 Venillium Court," he repeated the location. "Maybe it's Mon's place from before she went underground."

That was possible. The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. Maybe it was a safe house now? She watched as Han sat on the bed beside her and reached across for his boots. He was raring to go, to get out of here. "And we're going there?"

"It's a start…" Han offered, lacing up the first shoe.

"Will they even let us leave?"

Han tilted his head towards her, his signature spirit for adventure and danger pulling himself through the uncertainty. "Let's find out." With a wink, he gestured towards the floor in front of her. "Shoes."

She wasn't going to argue. This did seem like the next best step. With her own delicate slipper-like shoes on, she stood and watched the man beside her finish. She noticed the tender way he stretched his back as he stood.

"Are you sore?"

"No!" He countered immediately, as if it was an impossible suggestion. "Why would you think that?"

Why would she think that? Did he think she was blind? "Han, honestly?"

"Fine," he relented walking back towards the discarded blaster to see if it was worth taking. "It's a little hard to walk and hard to see straight."

He apparently decided the pile of bolts was useless as he threw it back into the box with the broken comm.

Leia picked up the comm she discarded on the bed and the ring that had found its way there as well, slipping both items into her dress pocket.

Han drew her attention back to him as he spoke. "What about your…" He gestured to the patch still above her eye.

She had almost forgotten it was there. That would certainly draw more attention to them, so she peeled one side back before ripping it off altogether. A single wince the only evidence of the pain that caused.

"Gods, Princess!" He exclaimed as he looked at the deep scar marring her delicate features.

"It's not bad," she said, though her clenched teeth showed exactly the opposite. Her hand raised to try and touch it, but then lowered, thinking better of possibly inflicting more pain.

He shook his head at her. "Whatever you say." He led the way to the sealed door. "Come on."

"Wait!" She stopped him with a firm hand on the crook of his arm. "We can't have people recognize us."

"Princess…" he started and she could tell by the tone in his voice she wasn't going to agree with what he had to say.

"What?" She spit back. "Like we don't take those precautions on any other mission?"

"You maybe…"

"You just said Jabba has a bounty out on you. He may have people here who could recognize you!" Did he already forget about that?

Han pursed his lips incredulously, but didn't offer a verbal argument.

Leia took her victory and moved to the sheet on the bed. She found a weak spot in the middle and tore the fabric in two. "Neither of us have any clue what is going on here. So we are BOTH going to lay low." She threw one part of the sheet at him and took the other for herself. "Now put your scarf on."

Han only huffed once more before wrapping it around his head and then once more to cover the bottom of his face so that only his eyes and nose were visible.

"Happy?"

She did the same with her makeshift scarf. "Happy enough."

With her placated, he went back into action mode. "Follow me."

She wasn't about to do that, so she elbowed her way in front of him. "Behind me." That was obviously an order. "I had a good look around when I came into your room and I think I can get us to the turbo lift."

He let her pass him, but he didn't have to like it. "After you, your highness."

She didn't comment on his sarcasm or his name calling. She remained focused on getting them out, once and for all.

"Follow close," she said as she took three long paces to the door and pressed the button to open it.

There was no one immediately on the other side ready to ambush, so that was a good start. Keeping herself close to the wall, she peeled out of the room and started down the corridor where she had come from and where she saw the turbo lift.

With the sheet covering part of her face, her peripheral vision was distorted. She relied on her laser eyes focused on the destination to carry them forward. She wasn't even sure if Han was following at this point, she just made her way swiftly and as silently as possible to the lift.

He was following closely because no sooner had she stepped into the lift, than he joined her. The doors sealed them shut and the room began to descend.

"It doesn't look like Empire," Han commented. Apparently he let his eyes wander to the people who were walking the hall. "Looks pretty civilized."

From what she could gather, she agreed with his sentiments. Though she couldn't make sense of any of it. If they really were on Chandrila, they should expect to see storm troopers occupying every corner.

The lift halted as the reached the bottom floor and they once again steeled themselves for anything that would try to stand in their way of getting out.

The ground floor looked like a lobby with many people and creatures going about routines, almost looking normal. This time Leia did let her eyes wander and observe. One person was there, holding the arm of a significant other, another droid seemed to be directing people to another lift, and there was a family with children. Leia couldn't remember the last time she had seen a family with children casually going about a daily routine.

They continued quickly towards the front door and pressed it open.

Finally, they felt the light of the day on their face as the outside air hit them. It had been so long since she felt this warmth in the air that she was tempted to take a moment and enjoy it.

Hoth was the absolute best place for a secret base and the absolute worse place for the Princess. She hated the cold, a fact she did not leak when she gave the Alliance council her opinion on their optimal locations. But her body temperature regulation certainly drew out the audible groan when she first heard confirmation that they would be relocating to that frigid ice block.

She was proven right with her chill factor estimate when the first night she didn't even feel a bit of remorse for stealing an extra blanket from Han's ship to take with her to her icy quarters. And gods, did she need it.

"Do you know where we are?" Han asked, his own eyes scanning the bright streets of Hanna City.

She did a customary look around, but she didn't expect to recognize a thing, and she didn't. "No clue. I haven't spent much time on Chandrila."

"Me neither," Han fully admitted.

"It's a shame we ended up on one of the reputable planets," she grunted, her stinger aimed toward him with her remarks.

"Why's that?" He asked, though he could guess her response.

"Because you have the unrepeatable ones all mapped out, don't you?"

"Of course," he smirked. "That's what makes me the best, sweetheart."

"The best what Han?"

He shrugged. "Pilot, smuggler, mission leader… take your pick and they would all be true."

"Sometimes, you are too humble for your own good."

"It's why you keep me around."

She might have puked if they weren't in such a dire situation. "I don't even know why I put up with this."

"I do…"

Something in Han's voice sounded too all knowing for his own good, and that bothered her.

"Now where are we?" She brought them back to their original problem.

"Not a damn clue."

Well, he was no help…

She pulled out the comm in her pocket and started scrolling through the different features before finding what she was looking for.

"Navigation…"

"What?" He asked, turning his eyes from his scan of the landscape to meet her.

She held up the device. "This comm has a navigation feature."

He swallowed. "Should we use it? Could someone be trailing us?"

"Well, I'm not willing to take that chance." She made her decision. It was too dangerous. If the Empire knew she was here and had this device they would certainly be able to hack into its systems to see any of her programing. Calling Mon was enough of a risk.

Han nodded. For once he agreed with her. He went about solving their problem the only way he knew how. "Then we'll have to do this the old fashion way."

"What does that mean?" She questioned too late as he was already off walking towards a seedy looking man on the street corner trying to sell something. Probably something illegal. "Han!" She tried to warn.

"Hey," he casually began his conversation with his hands comfortably resting on his waist and his wrapped scarf falling down around his neck. "You know where we can find Venillium Court?"

The grungy man turned from his merchandise and looked the pair with the odd scarves covering their recognizable features."Posh people are you?"

Han didn't know what to say to that, so he played it low. "Got some business for them if you know what I mean…"

The other creature seemed to know what he meant. "Take the B11 transport to downtown Hanna and it's only a block from there."

"And if we were to walk?"

He nodded in a direction down the avenue. "Straight for about half an hour and then a few blocks over. I'd take the transport if I were you."

"Thanks." Han left the conversation and returned to Leia who was rapidly stepping away.

"Don't do that Han," she scolded when they were far enough away. "He could have recognized you." Would that man every listen to reason?

"So?" He defended forcefully. "I did it and now we know where to go. So you're welcome!"

She couldn't argue with that, no matter how much she wanted to.

Looking down the street where the man nodded, she took a calming breath before pressing her lips together and turning on him. She clasped his scarf and pulled it back over his head, bringing her hands to the ends and pulling it tighter than necessary.

She ignored his annoyed groan as he loosened it and started to walk.

"Come on."