As the seven men made their way through the Corellian streets to the Suwantek, they talked about the Alliance's progress.
"Her Worship put us on that kriffing ice hole. It's full of nothing but snow and frustation."
LaRon laughed. "Who's this 'Her Worship'?" He looked at Han, then Luke who rolled his eyes.
"Han calls Leia that," Luke said. He looked at Han who was laughing.
"Sorry, kid. I know you still have feelings for her, but she's mine," he casually stretched, and grinned.
Luke, now defensive, raised his voice. "Who did she kiss, Han? Tell me that!" he screamed.
LaRone decided to break it up. "Solo! Skywalker, easy. C'mon fellas. There's not enough standard hours in a day to fight. Let's just head to Echo Base, and I wanna meet this Princess."
"Well, fine with me," Han said, looking at Luke. "She will be happy to have a visitor."
Luke looked at Han, and mumbled. "Cheeska Slimo. Kriffing, blasting, milking Slimo."
Han flashed an angry look at the kid, and Quiller tried not to laugh. "Luke, watch your mouth." He laughed once, and Brightwater supressed a smile.
Grave and Marcross were already at the Gillia, and the other five boarded her. Quiller started her up, lifted the ramp, and got in the air.
"So, wonder what those pirates wanted with those Corellian kids?" Brightwater half-said, half-asked.
Han looked at him. "They wanted the parents to come for them, and they were going to make them pay to get them back. Five-thousand credits per kid."
"Nothing but SCUM. Bottom line," Brightwater said. "How much further till Hoth?" He turned to look at Quiller.
"One standard hour. Getting crammed?" Quiller asked with a laugh.
Brightwater went back to his bunk and laughed. "Nope," he called, "Just tired!" As he walked back there, Luke was propped agaisnt the wall. "Hey, Skywalker. What's up?"
Luke shook his head, continueing to levitate his lightsaber.
Brightwater shrugged and went into his bunk and sat on the bed.
I wonder if Solo made him that mad over that princess...?
And then, for no real reason, Brightwater remembered how he had loaned his utility belt to the kid.
MY LUCKY COIN!
He jumped up and ran to Luke. "You still got my belt?" he asked hopefully.
Luke laughed, and held it up with the Force. "I was wondering when you would ask." He smireked and eased it toward Brightwater.
Taking it, he laughed. "Will I ever get used to that?" He dug inside the belt, pulling out an old Tatooine coin. "It's still here!"
Luke smiled. "Yeah, I took care of it." He nodded toward Brightwater and walked to the front.
Playing with the coin, Brightwater sat on his bunk. He twirled it around in his fingers, when suddenly, he clattered to the floor. The Gillia lurched, and he bent down to pick up the coin. It lurched again, and he was sent into the wall.
"Kriff!"
Activating his comm., he called Quiller.
"Quiller? Situation?"
"Pirate attack. Turbolasers are ready. Get into position. Solo and Grave have the port side. You and the kid get starboard. LaRone is taking stern. Marcross is co-piloting."
"Got it." Brightwater went to the starboard side of the Suwantek, and climbed his ladder. Luke was inside his laser, putting on the headset.
After getting his own headset on, LaRone's voice came through.
"Alright men, Let's kill some scum."
Luke looked around. He was shaky, and then Ben's voice flowed through his mind.
Let the force control you. Let it guide your hands, and calm your mind. Steady, Luke.
Taking a deep breath, he loosened his grip on the handles. The force surged through him, and one Corellien Corvette faded with orange and red bursts.
"Whoo-hoo! Nice job, kid!" Han's voice came through his headset.
"Thanks, but Han, look to your side. A big ship is comin 'round!"
Han's laser whirled around, and then the ship was nothing but an explosion.
"Got 'em!"
Grave and Han were a deadly combo, and any ship that came past their side, was gone. Lule and Brightwater were alright together, but still, Han ad Grave were the best.
"LaRone, how's the stern?" Grave asked.
"Doin' alright. Just some small combat ships."
"Brightwater, how's starboard?"
"All good."
"Luke, nice shot. Kepp it up!" Quiller said from up at the pilot's seat.
Luke nodded to himself, ad replied to Quiller, "Got it, Quiller. Let's get rid of these pirates!" He squeezed his missle realese buttons, and two more pirate ships burst.
After about 5 more minutes of shooting, all the pirates were gone. As the 6 men climbed from the laser hubs, they cheered and whooped.
"Good job, guys." LaRone smirked. "All of you were good shots. Especially Solo and Luke."
Grave shouldered Han. "We make a great team. Solo, how about I fly with you and Chewie, ehh?"
Han laughed. "Any day pal. Any day."
Quiller looked up from his screen. "Landing on Hoth in about two minutes."
Luke looked up, and suddenly, felt a great disturbance in the Force. Ben's voice was back.
Luke, your sister is in trouble. Take Han with you to General Rieken's. Chewie will be waiting for you there.
Luke looked at Han, and sighed.
Yes, Ben. I will as soon as we land.
A/N: Should I stop now? I love this story, and went off of the Allegiance books. I love typing this, but am I wasting time?