After a 10 minute speeder ride, they reached Skywalker's place.
Before Vader...
LaRone looked around. "Stay here," he said. "I will go in alone."
The rest nodded and LaRone knocked on the door. A young boy with sand colored hair and big green eyes opened the door.
"Alright, Skywalker. I'm..."
The kid's big green eyes got even bigger. "LaRone! Are Quiller, Grave, Marcross, and Brightwater out there?" He peered over LaRone's shoulder.
"Yeah, kid. They are. I guess you remember Teardrop." LaRone looked at the young boy's face.
Luke nodded. "Yeah. Even after you knew Han and I were Rebels, you saved us. Thanks, again, for that."
LaRone nodded. "No problem. But, we actually do have one. Vader is on his way here. And he seems angry.
Luke shifted his eyes to look into LaRone's. "You have to take me with you! Vader wants me dead!"
"With us?"
"Yes! Anaki-" Luke stopped himself and said, "Vader wants to kill me. I left the Rebel base on Hoth because of him!"
LaRone looked back at the speeder and said to the kid, "Let's go explain it to the rest of the Judgment crew.''
Luke nodded and went out to the speeder. Quickly, he explained the Sith Lord situation.
"Of course, kid!" Brightwater said. "Let's get you off this dust ball!"
"Agreed," Marcross and Grave said together, and Quiller nodded. "Absolutely."
LaRone patted Luke's shoulder. "Alright, kid. Let's go to Hoth."
Grave perked up. "Hoth?"
Luke nodded. "The Rebel base is there now."
Grave gave a single nod, and smashed himself flat against Marcross. "Alright, sit here." He patted the seat beside him, and Luke squeezed in.
They had just got situated in the speeder with Brightwater and Quiller up front, LaRone in the back with Luke, Marcross, and Grave. Then something happened. Vader came flying past them.
Seeing him, Quiller swore. "Luke, lie flat!" he hissed.
Doing as instructed, Luke got on the bottom of the speeder floor and let the the trio of men cover him with their boots. He sat perfectly still, and the speeder lurched off.
Vader hadn't seen them take off, and when he noticed, he left 5 of the 501st members at the moisture farm, and headed out. "I want those men STOPPED!" he snapped to his speeder pilot. The man swallowed and pushed the little 500 model to it's limit.
Brightwater flew in the 5 seater, weaving through the desert. That's when LaRone noticed they weren't at Mos Eisley.
"Uhm, Brightwater? Where are-" But Brightwater cut him off.
"Shortcut."
Grave groaned. "Great. Now we have a wanted man in our speeder and we are lost."
Brightwater waved a hand at the spaceport in front of them. "Not lost. Just here 30 minutes faster."
Grave looked at the port, and was mildly shocked. "Uhhhh... Nice work, pal."
Brightwater snorted and cruised the rented speeder in. By the time they got it turned back in to the port's speeder rent store, Vader was already there searching for them.
Quiller forked the docking money fee into the machine, and the lock on the Gillia Busted open. He started her up and got her ready to take off.
Everyone was in except Luke and LaRone, and they were making their way up the ramp when Vader saw them. "There! Stop them!" he pointed toward the Suwantek and three of the 501st men came at them.
Luke ran while spitting out 10 different swear words in Huttese. "Cheeska Slimo! Kriffing Slimo! Quakian Monkey Lizards!" he yelled at the stormtroopers. Pulling out his hold out blaster, he shot them in the thighs, dropping them.
LaRone turned arond. "Nice. Now c'mon before he gets us!"
Luke and LaRone boarded the Gillia, And Quiller swung them into the air. He switched on autopilot and looked at Luke. "Nice language, kid. Never heard a teen swear so much." He laughed and turned batch to the ship.
Luke's expression twisted. "I was swearing?"
The five men laughed, and started their voyage for Hoth.