Han thought that that incident where he'd nearly ended up in the Maw that had somehow shaved both time and distance off his trip, making the statement "I made the Kessel Run in three parsecs" completely true despite how ridiculous it sounded, had been insane. That was practically nothing compared to this. At least then, he'd been relatively safe aboard his ship. Now, he was running around a planet destroying space station staffed with a crew of about a million, not counting support staff, with four moisture farmers, a Tusken Raider, and Obi-Wan Kriffing Kenobi of all people.

Oddly, nobody had arrested them, much less questioned their presence aboard the station. It had almost been as if there had been a memo sent out telling everyone to completely ignore the intruders.

He hoped that he and Chewie didn't push their luck until it broke here, because they'd need it later in order to survive Jabba's displeasure with him.

&!&!&!&

Sola lay on her bunk and cried. Today had been the worst day of her life. Alderaan had been destroyed as she stood there helpless, unable to do anything but watch. If that wasn't devastating enough, she had also learned that the most evil - or possibly the second most evil depending on who you asked - man in the galaxy was her father.

She and her sisters had long known that there were certain circumstances surrounding their adoption that their parents had been unable to talk about, but this...

Suddenly, the door opened and a stormtrooper who was a couple inches taller than regulation allowed walked inside.

"Aren't you a little tall for a stormtrooper?" Sola asked.

"The name's Rex, and we're getting the hell out of here." the "Stormtrooper" said before grabbing her arm and dragging her out of her cell before she could object.

In the next cell over, Leia was having a similar experience with a rather short "Stormtrooper" named Luke.

&!&!&!&

A little while later a group that consisted of the Skywalker/Naberrie septuplets, Chewbacca, and Han Solo were wringing water that they prayed had only contained garbage and a Dianoga out of their clothing.

"Well, that went well." Typho said mock cheerfully as Solo fired into the trash compactor, hoping to hit the Dianoga.

"This rescue is about to get a whole lot worse." Breha said conversationally. "Darth Vader just learned that he was our father this morning, and wasn't too happy to discover that we had been hidden from him. Anyone who tries to take us from him will most likely suffer a very messy fate."

"That's funny." Rex said. "We just learned that Darth Vader was our father this morning. Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru were never very good at hiding things from us, and their idea of a low whisper is perfectly audible if one has the right tools."

Han Solo stood there blinking stupidly, unable to process what he'd just heard. Chewbacca stood behind him laughing his ass off.

&!&!&!&!&

A pair of stormtroopers walked off to investigate the "disturbance" that had "distracted" them from the grizzled old man and his companion who were currently deactivating the station's tractor beams in complete silence. At least that's what it seemed to the outside world. In the private world of their helmets however...

"So, who's going to inform Lord Vader that General Kenobi and General Hett are down here messing around with the Tractor Beam controls?"

"One, two, three..."

"Not it!"

"Not it!"

"Shit."

&!&!&!&

A'Sharad Hett sighed and tapped his foot impatiently as Kenobi dawdled on his side of the control panel. He really wished the old man would hurry. Despite the fact that there had been a sharp reduction in quality after the Empire switched cloning companies and started hiring normal recruits who were better known for their brawn rather than their brains, there was no way in hell that the stormtroopers were that stupid. They'd be back soon, and with reinforcements, alot of reinforcements.

It would be best to not be there when they arrived.

At the pace Kenobi was going at however...

&!&!&!&

Owen sighed as he laid his cards down on the table. He now had to do half of the "Honey Do" list when they got home with no if, ands, or buts about it. He'd found the cards when he had hunted for something to do while they waited for the boys to return. He and his wife had been playing Sabacc for the last half hour, and he'd been steadily losing the entire time.

It sure beat Beru crying over Anakin's nervous breakdown, and whatever must have happened to him to land him in that crime of fashion however.