Hiya! First, I just want to thank my reviewers. You guys are wonderful and I love you all to pieces.

As for this piece, well, Janson and Mothma had to have met sometime…

Conventional Introduction

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"I saw sparks." (Coldplay)

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"Hi. My name's Wes Janson."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you know, I figured that since we were stuck here together I might as well introduce myself."

"Really."

"Break the ice and such."

"I see."

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(She imagines that the ice has been smashed completely. Duck to avoid the shards.)

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"So… what's your name?"

"You mean you don't already know? I'm the Supreme Commander, for gods' sakes, how don't you know my name?"

"Well, I knew it. I just thought that it would be a more conventional introduction if you said it yourself. A more familiar atmosphere, and all."

"We are surrounded by Imperials and you're worried about introductions!"

"I figured if you lived and I didn't there'd be someone to I.D. the body."

"Wonderful."

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(He wonders if she means the idea of her living or him dieing. Or possibly both.)

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"So… Mon, I can call you Mon, can't I– "

"No."

" – how'd you get involved in the Rebellion – "

"What kind of question is that?"

" – was it an abusive sister? Your pet mesk get killed by a drunken Storm trooper?"

"Why would an abusive sister drive me to Rebel against the Empire?"

"Actually, that's my excuse."

"What."

"You see, my fake sister – Agather – abused me and my pet mesk and she was a Storm Trooper. They capture me and that's my story."

"You do know females aren't allowed into the academy, don't you?"

"Obviously. The way I figure it is I'll get off on insanity."

"I don't think you're going to need the fake sister, Janson."

"Wait! – we're not on first name terms?"

"Wha- no!"

"If being trapped together in a dingy storage room with Imperials all around doesn't bring people on first name terms, what does?"

"Possibly death."

"Was that a threat?"

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(She thinks Agather is a pretty name and then wonders if she is possibly going insane.)

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"You remembered my name."

"What."

"Janson. You remembered my name was Janson."

"You only told me a moment ago!"

"You must have been really impressed by my piloting skills. You're probably planning on giving me a medal."

"Your piloting- You crashed!"

"I was trying to rescue you. You could be more grateful."

"You were trying to res- my transport was about to pick me up!"

"Ah, they were amateurs."

"Your stupid ship exploded and blew them off course! We're going to die because of you! "

"Never say die."

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(She wonders if its natural for a person to be so completely unconcerned.)

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"So ma'am… how about we make a deal. I die, you I.D. me, you die, I I.D. you. Oh – is there anything you want me to tell your family?"

"Janson."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Don't talk to me."

"Well, if I don't talk to you then I'm going to have to talk to them." A pause. "The voices."

"Tell me you're joking."

"Aha – got you talking."

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(A crash, and she can't see through the dust that used to be the wall.)

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"Supreme Commander! Janson! Thank goodness you're alright."

"Princess? Is that you?"

"Yes, I'm – Han, I told you not to add so many explosives! You could have taken our heads off!"

"So sorry, Your Highnessness. Would you like to fly the ship too?"

"It'd probably come apart out of spite."

"So. This is what its like to be rescued."

"What now, Janson?"

"Nothing, ma'am. I've just never been rescued before. I need a moment to take it all in."

"We don't have a moment. Kid, go and make sure there are no more of them. Chewie, you set the coordinates. Princess-"

"Who died and made you head of this operation, Solo?"

"No one. Yet."

"Solo, so help me-"

"Princess, however did you find us?"

"Oh. Well, Luke felt something and -"

"It was luck!"

"No one asked you, Solo. And so we turned around and there you were. Well, there was the supply room, but anyways… Oh, I don't think you two have been properly introduced. Supreme Commander, this is Wes Janson, pilot of the-"

"We've met."

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"Yeah, I saw sparks."

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Well?