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"Leia is missing?" Luke's jaw dropped as soon as the words left his lips, and Han shifted his weight uneasily.
'I'm afraid so, Luke," even Reiken's usually level voice was unstable.
Han walked to the General's voice with his long lanky stride, and slammed a fist on the desk.
"Who took her?"
"Imperials."
"Noooo. I thought the Gungans took her." Han copped an attitude with Reiken, and sarcasm dripped from his voice. "Vader, stormtroopers, or what?"
"Vader."
"Kriff! How could you let Vader come in here and just take her? Stang, Reieken. Blast this whole kriffing, milking, solling planet!"
"Vader was just on Tatooine," Luke said quietly. "He was trying to get me... When the Hand of Judgment saved me, he must have tracked our destination."
Reiken had shock in his eyes.
"The renegade stormtroopers rescued you?"
"Yes, took me aboard their ship, and brought me here. And they stopped on Corellia to free those children that Leia left Han to tend to."
Han winced at the Princess's name. "Yeah, General. And they're here. So, where do we look for Her Worship?"
"The Executor is where she is. I know that," Reiken said, disbelief still in his voice.
"Again? That woman has got a way with Vader, don't she?" Han remarked, beckoning to Chewbacca to fire up the Falcon. "We are heading to the Executor now. And taking the Hand with us. And Luke."
Chewie made a sound, gave a nod, a growl, the waved a massive paw at Han.
"Beat it, pal."
Chewie proceeded to groan at Han, and made a sound like he was laughing.
"Laugh it up, fuzzball. You were in that garbage chute, too. Don't even-" Han was now ranting to the Wookie, and Luke stopped him.
"Han. Enough."
Han shrugged, and basically shoved Chewie out the door.
"I am willing to let you go. But please, take care. You are the best we've got, Solo. And Luke, you're the only Jedi. Please, take care," he repeated.
Han nodded, and stalked out of the office. Luke gave something like a bow, and walked after Han.
"Got a plan?" he asked the ex-smuggler.
"Nope."
"After all these times of last minutes plans, don't you think we should think of one?"
"Nope."
"Han! You're insane!" Luke exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot." Scanning the hangar, he found LaRone and the other men.
"LaRone! Vader has got Leia, and she's on the Executor. We are heading out to rescue her again, and wanted you to join." Han looked at the five renegades.
LaRone looked to his crew.
Quiller spoke first.
"I'll pilot."
"Here's a scout if you need one," Brightwater said, stepping up beside Quiller.
"Sharpshooter, in for duty," Grave remarked.
"I will fight willingly beside you," Marcross sated in his quiet braveness.
LaRone looked at them. "We're in."
Han nodded.
"Great. I'm ready to roll, and will fly the Falcon with Chewie and Luke. You," he swung his hand around and jabbed a thumb at Quiller, "Will pilot a Corellian Corvette, and just follow my lead."
Quiller cocked his head.
"What? No plan?"
Luke shook his head.
"There never is..."