A/N: There have been many stories written about what happened after Endor. Here is my version.

Luke opened his eyes, sweat lacing his neck. Every night, PTSD plagued him, from the war. He sat up, and looked at the window into space. He was on the main New Republic cruiser, the MC80 Mon Calamari Star Cruiser. They had just fought on Corellia and its surrounding moons, pushing the Empire back. But not without loses. Countless soldiers died, and a city on the far side of the planet had been almost completely obliterated.

Exiting his room, Luke decided to go find Leia. Since discovering they were siblings, they had had many heart-to-heart talks sorting out their lives. He stopped before entering, and sensed that he might not want to enter. Smiling based on his guess about what was going on in the room, he departed.

Making his way to the bridge, Luke was greeted by Lando, who was in charge of the bridge during the night shift. "Luke," he greeted. "Lando," said Luke, nodding his head. "Any updates?" "None," replied Lando. "A couple bogeys, but they've all been scanned and checked. A couple AWOL pilots we though we lost cam back, but that's it." "Huh," said Luke. Suddenly, an alarm blared. A young captain ran up too Lando. "Sir! Several Imperial Star Destroyers! Five in total!" "Five destroyers? Damn, they are not messing around." Lando went and hit the button that would summon Leia, and then looked at Luke. "Hop in your X-Wing. Lead a squad around to disable their shields. We'll call in reinforcements, and hopefully with their shields down, we have a chance. Go!" Luke ran off, hoping Lando was right.