Hi there !

I'm so sorry it took me so long to make a new update. But as I have told you, I'm doing an internship in the organization committee of an international festival and the festival is beginning in 10 days. I let you imagine how crazy things are in the committee right now ;)

Okay the story is turning to an alternative universe right in this chapter. I hope it will have a good coherence anyway. I'm sorry if it's quite small but I guess I'll do another chapter tonight. And maybe another one tomorrow. Please read and review.

Thanks to my reviewers.

Back to the story...

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The meeting of the CIT was going on for one hour now. Han was more than frustrated not being able to attend it. After all he has the best knowledge about carbonite. He was about to give up in having any more news about the decisions that were taken on the other side of this door when it suddenly slid open. To his surprise, Mon Mothma exited the room. He didn't know she was involved in the carbonite project. She looked at him and smiled.

"General Solo."

"Mon Mothma."

She looked like she wanted to speak with him but then all the members of the CIT team exited the room. One of them talked to Han.

"We are going to defrost them all."

"When?"

"Right now."

Han looked at them for a few seconds like needed the time to fully understand what they had just told him. He didn't understand why they were suddenly changing their mind but he guessed Mon Mothma's presence during the meeting had something to do with it.

They arrived in the room to see that everything was ready. The bacta tanks were full of the healing substance and several medic droids were getting around the 5 blocks left. They activated the defrosting process one by one and the same thing happened again. Han felt sick again. This time, they were prepared to avoid the fall of everybody. It took some time to get them all ready for the bacta tanks. This time the medic droids were checking on each of the 5 persons to see if they indeed needed the bacta. They took of the helmets to be able to make a first diagnosis.

One man from the CIT team gave one helmet to Mon Mothma and she closely looked at it.

"Do you recognize it?" he asked.

Mon Mothma seemed shaken. She looked back at him.

"These are some of the first Rebellion uniforms we used."

She then approached the 5 persons to have a better look at them. She could have collapsed if Han hasn't been there.

"Oh dear, it's not possible!"

"Do you know them?"

"Of course I do! But ... they're supposed to be dead!"