"I'm sorry Leia, but Han didn't tell me anything." Lando lied.
"Some how he found a way around my Jedi mind powers so I couldn't find out why he left in such a hurry."
"Well, we trust have to trust Han. He's a big boy, and whatever trouble he gets in, he got himself out of worse." Lando had a smirk on his face.
"What do you mean by worse Lando." The former princess of Alderan had a mean look on her face.
"Well, Han did escape from Kessel."
A rookie controller went up to Mon Mothma. He showed his respect by giving her a salute, then told her "Madam President, we have just received a single from a group of fighters. They calls themselves, the Falcons."
The former senator of the Old Republic and present president was in shock. "The Falcons" she thought to herself "I thought they were all killed by the Empire after the Jedi were exterminated. But if Obi Wan Kenobi and Master Yoda survived, then so could the Falcons. But no one has heard from them in twenty one years."
"We just got another message my lady, it seems Randor, the former King of Correllia is leader of these fighters."
News spread like wildfire among Alliance personal. King Randor was a legend. He refused to give over his kingdom to the will of the Empire when Supreme Chancellor Papatine showed his true colors. His kingdom fought valiantly, but when the Black Sun armada encircled Correllia's sky, Randor seeing that it was impossible to win, sent out a message on all communications on and near Corellia. He told his people to leave the planet or face slavery at the hands of the Empire. As everyone knows, Correlians have a stubborn streak, and don't like to follow orders they don't agree with. So by the millions people left Corellia. For those topoor to have their own ships or buy a ticket, King Randor sent his military to pickup everyone they could to get them off world. A band of Corellian Falcons helped in the massive migration. Almost every space worthy vessel on Corelia was hauling refugees of the planet. His famous worlds still echo in the heart of all those who lives he saved that day.
Today is the last day I will speak to you my people. Hear my words. The ships of the Black Sun have darkened our skies. Listen to me now, you must leave Correllia immediately. If you stay the Empire will slaughter you. They will make slaves of you, drill you, treat you like cannon fodder, like cattle. We are all equals, and have the love of the ages in our hearts. We are Correlians. We never says die.
Lando just got away from the rebel princess. She was quite angry and was bombarding him with many questions and was glad to get away from her at the moment. "So the Falcons finally show themselves. I was beginning to wonder when they would come out of exile." Lando was in his quarters, sipping on a mug of Correllian Ale, thinking of an excuse he could use in order to get away and meet Han.
"Lady Mothma, you are a sight for sore eyes." The former King Randor bowed .
"Still the same old flatterer you always were Randor."
"Old habits do die hard."
King Randor looks about eighty standards years for a human. He is man standing at almost two meters tall with gray hair and a majestic looking beard and sideburns. Even through he is old by human standards, he is in excellent shape. He is a very formable and strong. He is wearing a black clock, black gloves and a belt with the insignia of the Falcons.
"Come." Mon Mothma signals with her hand. "We have much to discuss."
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