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Plan

There was and audible click, that echoed around the room. For a few seconds, the pilots just stared at the closed door.

Then: "We thank you for your patience," saidthe annoying voice of the loudspeaker, "The auto lock system has been successfully fixed. You are now free to, CAMILY, exit your rooms-"

But the rest of the message was drowned out by the yells and cheering that came from the rebels.

Janson and Wedge both rushed to the door and collided with each other.

"Ow!" they said simultaneously, before ripping the door open and disappearing down the corridor.

Dak sighed, gathered up the sabacc cards they'd been playing with, and stuffed them back into his bag, "So much for leaving calmly."

Dak, Luke, Hobbie and Zev left the room together. They hadn't got very far, when they met a stampede of rebels coming the other way. Everyone was in great spirits, after finally being released again, and it took Dak a while to get round them all. When he did manage to come out the other side, only Luke was standing there.

"Hey," he said looking back over his shoulder, "Where's Zev and Hobbie?"

Luke watched the mass of people vanish around a bend, "I think they must have got caught up in it all. C'mon, let's find Wedge and Janson. I can't be bothered to do any rioting now."

They started walking, through the dim corridors again in silence, until Dak could take no more of it, "Why's Hobbie so annoyed at Janson for not being at Yavin? I mean it wasn't his fault, was it?"

Luke shrugged, "I guess Hobbie just thought he should have been there, and that's the only reason. Still, you're right. He should blame Janson for it. It was The Force that didn't want him going into that battle."

Dak grinned. It was weird hearing that kind of language from someone so young, and even weirder taken orders from him. Orders, which might decide if you lived or died. Luke had just turned twenty one and all ready he was in control of the Rebellion's defence.

Dak had never really believed in the force, but even he had to admit, there was something strange about Luke Skywalker.

"Hey, Han!" Dak came suddenly back to the present. The famous Correllian smuggler was standing in front of him. In one word Han looked grumpy. He had a scowl on his face instead of the usual lop-sided grin.

"What's the matter?" Luke asked.

"Oh, it's Leia." Han said glumly, "We had a fight just before I was involuntarily imprisoned on my ship," he shook his head and continued, "So now I have to go apologise. I only hope seven hours of solitary confinement will have calmed her down."

Luke coughed, and muttered, "As if."

"Yeah. Maybe, you're right kid. I haven't left her long enough. I'll try later...." He tried to turn around but Luke grabbed his shoulder.

"Go now," he advised, "it'll be worse if you don't."

Han looked like a sulky child, "Alright," then he noticed Dak for the first time, "How you doing, Ralter? Putting up with him alright?" he pointed at Luke.

"I'm fine thanks Han, and just about." Dak replied, smiling at Luke.

"I have to go and talk to the Princess of Hell, so if you'll excuse me," he brushed past Dak and started up the corridor, "Oh and Luke," Han turned back, "If she kills me, I just want you to know, it's all your fault."

Luke grinned and muttered to Dak sarcastically, "How will I ever be able to live with his death on my conscience?"

"Oh no," Dak said, as he peered round the Cantina door, "Janson has been on the war path by the look of it."

It couldn't have been much more than five minutes after they had met with Solo that Dak and Luke found Janson sitting at a table in the bar. Wedge was beside him and both were looking very sorry for themselves.

Luke dragged a chair over from another table and sat down, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," Wedge said, pointing at Janson, "That idiot, on the other hand-"

Janson cut across him, "You see the new barmaids?"

Luke and Dak twisted in their seats to look. Indeed there were to girls behind the bar that Dak had never seen before. They were both, young and pretty and, he noticed, they kept shooting annoyed looks over in their direction.

"Well, we went over to talk to them......." Janson trailed off.

"Janson, you didn't use those rubbish chat up lines again, did you?" Luke said exasperatedly, "They don't work. I would have thought you'd have learnt that from experience."

"Well he used them anyway," Wedge said bitterly.

"Hey, you weren't exactly blowing them away before I showed up!"

"I was doing a lot better than you ever could!"

Dak left them to argue. There was no point in trying to get a word in, so he got up and headed for the bar.

"Hey Dak," Hobbiesuddenly appeared beside him, "Get us a drink would you? I have a plan I want to tell you and the guys about."

"Should I be worried?" Dak asked, as his companion started to walk over to the table. Hobbie just grinned back at Dak which wasn't very reassuring.

"You're insane," Janson said simply.

"It would never work, Hobbie," Wedge protested, "We'd get caught."

"I think it would work," Hobbie insisted, "It'll just need a little bit of pre-planning and a lot of thought. Besides, if we are caught, what are the bosses going to do to us? They can't get rid of us we're to important."

"I wasn't suggesting that we'd get caught by the bosses," it was obvious from his tone that Wedge didn't approve of this idea at all, "we'd get caught by the Imperials! Especially if we take Luke with us," he gave Luke a sideways glance, "He's a wanted man."

"Awww, come on Wedge!" pleaded Hobbie, "It'll be fun! Janson's right. The last party we had was on Yavin 4. That was ages ago."

Wedge still looked unsure.

Hobbie sighed, "We take a ship, go to the nearest system, stay in a bar for a couple of hours, and then come home. What could go wrong? If any imperials show up then we run for it, without drawing attention to ourselves."

"You make it sound so easy," Luke said, "But Wedge has a point. I don't think I should go-"

"Luke you have to come! It'll be fine," Hobbie was desperate to get everyone on his side, "Just think up a fake name. I bet you they don't know what you look like. Or are there wanted posters up everywhere in the civilized systems?"

Luke muttered, "I wouldn't put it past them. It's very difficult to have a social life when you're the most wanted man in the galaxy. Still," he paused and looked around the table, "It would be nice to get a break."

Hobbie could tell he'd won. If he had Luke with him, the others would probably follow.

"So are we agreed then?" he asked, grinning.

There was a pause and then, "Alright Hobbie," Wedge finally gave in, "But you're right about the forward planning. It's going to take a lot of it. For example, have we got a ship? No."

"Hey, I'm working on it!" Hobbie said defensively, "I'll see if Han will lend us The Falcon."

Dak squashed that idea, "Yeah right," he snorted, "With your record! You've crashed more ships than all of us put together, and," he continued, "The Flacon has a bounty on her too."

"Fine," Hobbie said sulkily, "I think Zev knows the guard that runs the security for the main hanger. I'll talk to him later and see if he can help us."

"This is suicide," Dak said suddenly, "there's too much of a risk here."

Hobbie's grin turned slightly menacing, "The risk, Dak, is what makes it interesting."

A.N Ahhhh, I think I might be suffering writers block. I can't say I'll update soon but I also can't say I won't. Because honestly, I haven't a clue.

This chapter goes to my friend BushidoMaster who helped me with ideas!

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