It took half of a standard hour to pack for all 7 men. Chewie was going, and so was R2-D2, along with C-3PO. Han then decided that they should all go in the Falcon, and they all unpacked, and the RE-packed back into the old freighter.

"All set?" asked Han, kicked up his feet.

All the men nodded, and Chewie howled.

"Alrighty, then. Quiller, lift 'er up," Han replied, and leaned back, resting his head in his palms.

LaRone and Luke sat in the lounge, Quiller and Han up front, and the rest were playing Sabacc. Chewie would always howl when Grave made a move that put him in jeopardy.

"Shesh, big guy. It's only Sabacc. Take it easy," Grave commented, as the Wookie slammed a furry paw onto the table.

Marcross looked at Grave.

"Making a Wookie mad is your last mistake, Grave. So watch what you say."

Chewie HRRRRRRNNNNN-ed and howled, and Grave looked at threepio.

"What did he say?"

Threepio's mechanical voice came piping up.

"Sir, he said that Marcross was indeed right. You musn't make him angry."

Grave rolled his eyes, and played another round. The Wookie and Grave battled it out, with Marcross and the golden droid watching. Chewie howled and carried on, and Grave looked at threepio again for interpretation.

"True Sabacc! Chewbacca has a True Sabacc hand!"

Grave threw down his chips, and got up. "Wasted my kriffing time, didn't I?"

Chewie laughed as much as a Wookie could, and Marcross tried not to.

Luke and LaRone had been deep in coversation the whole way, and Marcross decided to see what they were discussing.

"Kid, do you know the lay-out of the Executor?" LaRone asked Luke.

"No, but the Force will guide me to her. After all, she is my sister."

Marcross was taken aback.

Sister? SISTER?! "Sister?" he accidentally said aloud.

Luke looked up. ''Yes... Leia is my twin."

LaRone laughed merrily, and Marcross looked embarrassed.

Luke looked off into the distance when Han came up behind them.

"How's the flight?"

Marcross and LaRone both nodded, but Luke remained dazed. Han grabbed his shoulder and shook it.

"Stay sharp, kid. Leia needs us. And we are being tractor beamed in as we speak."

That seemed to wake Luke up. "NOW?"

Quiller called from the cockpit.

"Alright, being docked!"

He was already in his stormtrooper armour, along with Grave. Brightwater was in his scout suit, and LaRone and Marcross got into their armor and helmets.

Han let Brightwater fasten the binders to his wrist, and looked at Luke, who was having the same thing done by LaRone.

"You game, kid?"

Luke nodded, and Han replied, "Good."

Brightwater grabbed Han by the shoulder, Grave grabbed Chewbacca, and LaRone had Luke. Marcross and Quiller led the way aboard the massive star destroyer, and Brightwater sucked in a breath.

"Of all the Kriffing ideas. We just HAD to board a Sith Lord's Solling personal star destroyer..."

Marcross walked onto the Executor's hangar, and presented the 'Prisoners'.

"Lord Vader," Marcross said, bowing. "I bring you these Rebels, from the planet Felucia. They are-"

Vader was ruthless as always, and suddenly bellowed, "Unit number?"

Stars, this is it, Marcross thought.

LaRone was in the back, pleading Marcross to remember the false ID number. To his relief, he did.

"WI-7390, My Lord."

"Very well. Take them to detention level three. Put them on the same level as Organa," Vader said, and with a swoosh of black cape, stormed off.

"Level three?" Brightwater half asked, half said. "How will we make an escape from there?"

Han laughed.

"With Solo luck, pal. Solo luck."