WHOA. WHOA. WHOOOOAAAAAAAA. WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS... AN UPDATE? WHAT?

YES YOU GUYS, AFTER WHO KNOW HOW MANY MONTHS OF STRAIGHT HIATUS, I HAVE AN UPDATE FOR YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT NOT UPDATING. Inspiration struck and it happened. It's not exactly what I originally had in mind, nor is it as long as I'd like for it to be (it's quite short, sorry), but hey I pulled myself together and wrote you guys another chapter. Now I'm going to leave the hiatus sign up because I'm currently dealing with my first year of HIGH SCHOOL (ew) and I have a lot of stuff that has to come before fanfiction, but I'm really going to make an effort to get another chapter up before the end of November.

I'm sure you guys just want to get to the chapter, so I'm gonna let you do that. Here you babes, I hope you enjoy it.

Haven

After watching Kari head off to board her invisible ship, Nicky, Olivia and I went our separate ways. Olivia went up to the command room to join Leia, Nicky headed off to the Falcon (but not before telling me 'Make sure there's still a battle when we get there') and I headed towards the ship I would be using for the battle.

They'd given me a bit of basic training, so I wouldn't crash into the side of the hanger or anything, but there would definitely be buttons I wouldn't know what to do with. The trainer's advice: don't touch them. Though I was curious, I also didn't want to blow myself up. I would be staying away from those buttons.

"All pilots to your stations." A man announced through an overhead speaker. I found Luke and followed him over to where our ships stood side-by-side. But before we could reach them, a man behind us called 'hey Luke!'.

We both jerked around and saw the man the voice belonged to. He was tall with dark hair, and a mustache that didn't really suit him. My memory blanked on him, but Luke seemed to immediately recognize him. "Biggs!" He called back, sounding excited. Must be a friend of his.

"I don't believe it!" Biggs said as he walked over and held out his arms for a hug. "How've you been?!"

Luke hugged the man while I awkwardly stood a few feet back and grinned, hopefully masking the fact that I had no idea who he was. "Great! I've been good!"

Then Biggs saw me. "No way. Short stuff? They let you join? Luke let you join?" He asked, looking back and forth between me and Luke.

"They kinda had no choice." I said with a smile. Biggs gave me a confused grin in return and moved to hug me. I did not want to hug him, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He smelled distinctly of peppermint, which made it a bit more bearable.

"I don't know what that means, or why your family has allowed you to join the Rebellion," Biggs shook his head and turned to Luke, "but I'm glad to see you two. I assume you two are coming up?"

Luke nodded and pointed towards the sky with his thumb. "I'll be right up there with you, and have I got stories to tell you-"

He was cut off by an older man, who I assume is our flight commander, who walked up to the two men and myself and interrupted the boy's conversation with: "Are you sure you can handle this ship?" He said as he looked back and forth between Luke and I, obviously doubtful of our abilities to fly these aircrafts. Honestly, I was too.

Before either of us could reply, Biggs gave his own opinion. "Sir, Luke is the best bush pilot in the Outer-Rim territories." The commander looked at Luke again, this time with a sort of grin on his face.

"Best in the Outer-Rim territories, huh?" He asked.

Luke, unsure of what to do with this question, just said "I'm alright."

"No, no." Biggs exclaimed. "Haven's the alright one. I'm damn sure he's the best."

I glared at Biggs, not caring that the commander was looking at me and judging my maturity from this. Biggs did not look at me.

The commander turned back to Luke and patted his shoulder. "You'll do alright kid."

"Thank you, sir. I'll try." He said, ever modest as the older man walked away. I took the opportunity of his turned back to use my free hand and shove Biggs.

"Rude." I said once he'd caught his balance. Biggs just gave me a big smile.

"God, I love messing with you, kid." He said as he shook his head. "Alright. Well, I gotta get aboard. We'll hear all your stories when we get back, alright?" He said, starting to turn towards his ship.

"Alright!" Luke agreed; Biggs' presence seemed to be causing him to revert to his teenage self. He followed his friend under the wing of a ship, and I stay back and listened. "Hey Biggs. I told you I'd make it someday."

And at that I could not help but grin.

Biggs grinned too. "It'll be like old times, Luke. They'll never stop us."

This conversation made me happy, because it made Luke happy. He deserved to be happy.

The next thing I know it's edging close to boarding time and Luke and I were both beside our ships, conveniently parked next to each other.

"Hey Haven." Luke called down from his cockpit. I looked up at my cousin, who had worry written all across his face.

"Yeah?" I called back, taking a few steps towards his ship so that I didn't have to strain to hear him.

"Don't follow me into that Death Star, alright?" He asked, but despite his anxious face I couldn't tell him that I wouldn't. It had been a few weeks, surely he knew me better than that? He's supposed to have known me for years, surely he'd know that I would want to follow him

"You're kidding." I stated, not a hint of doubt in my voice.

"No, Haven, I am not kidding. Do not follow me. This is going to be dangerous, really dangerous." He said, no longer looking at me.

"Yeah, I realize that. And I'm not going to stay behind and miss out on it." I know what happens in the films, I know that he and Biggs are the only ones that make it out. But maybe that will change; so much has already.

"Haven!" Luke exclaimed, jumping down from the cockpit and taking a stand directly in front of me. He put a hand on either side of my head, forcing me to look him in the eye. "It's bad enough that you are even out there. But if you follow me to that reactor, then you have a much bigger chance of dying than you would have out in the field. You are my only family." I'm reminded of the charred skeletons of Owen and Beru, of the deaths that hurt Luke more than they would ever hurt me. I'm reminded of the fact that I am his only family; he doesn't know about Leia and won't for a while. "I need you alive. Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

He pulled me into a brief hug and I felt like crying. He cared for me so much, and I would have to go back to my world and leave him here, all by himself. We came out of the hug and he must've seen that I was trying not to cry.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm gonna be fine. Seriously, Haven, I promise." He said, saying the last part a bit too hesitantly for my comfort. "I will come back to you alive."

He hugged me one last time and then climbed up the ladder back into his ship. "Alpha Flight, take off." The man on the overhead commanded. I climbed up into my ship and glanced over at Luke. He was busy examining the buttons. Out of all the little changes we had caused, surely this wouldn't be one of them. It couldn't be. Right? Luke couldn't die, they couldn't kill him off. He was a main character, he had to live, he had to!

Calm down, Haven. I told myself. Be calm. Breathe. The moment we got back home, I was calling my mom and demanding that she order the anxiety meds my doctor had recommended. I hadn't wanted them at first, but this was getting ridiculous. Maybe it was just this universe, but none the less; I need that medication. I felt like I was going crazy.

"Haven!" Luke called again. I turned to look at him from my cockpit. "Be careful."

I managed a grin. "You too!" And without another word, we both put on our helmets and started up the aircrafts. I pressed buttons, waiting for the command to fly. Flights B-E took off one by one until it was my turn.

"Fanta Flight, take off." The overhead commanded, and I pressed the correct buttons. "Gold Squadron and Golf Flight, prepare to take off." I didn't look back, I was too afraid I would crash into something, but I knew that Luke was still there. He was with the Gold Squadron, the group dispatched to take down the reactor. I'm not sure that I'd ever felt this terrified.

I flew into the vast emptiness of outer space- except this particular area wasn't all that empty. It was filled with battle ships and lasers and space junk. I had just walked into a battle field. "What I am doing?" I muttered as I headed towards the outskirts.

I spent the fight confused and scared, never knowing whether or not I was making a wrong move until the move had been made. Hours passed by and no matter how many ships I shot down, more always seemed to replace them. I worried for us all.

So yeah, that's it. I'm sorry it's so short, I really tried to make it longer, but I've literally been sitting at my computer for the last half hour thinking of what else I could add to make it longer. I couldn't think of anything. Also, it might be a bit sloppy at the end, I apologize for that as well. It's almost 1am, but I really wanted to finish this and get it up ASAP.

I really hope you'll leave a review if you're still keeping up with me! It'd be nice to know that someone is still reading :). Any criticism you have is welcomed, as long as you're not a jerk about it. Any suggestions about what you want to see in these finishing chapters (that's right, we're nearing the end) will be taken into thought.

I love you guys all so much. Thank for reading this, and I'll see you next update!

-Clover