As the seven men and a Wookie made their way to the third floor, it was an icy silence. Quiller and Marcross had the front, while LaRone held Luke, Grave had Chewie, and Brightwater had Han. Chewie was sick of being bound by wrist binders, but Han warded him off.
"Hush, fuzzball."
Chewie HHHRRRNNNN-ed, and Han looked at him.
"I don't give a womp rat if you want to or not! Now, shut the Kriff up, before you get this whole solling ship turned on us!"
Chewie persisted more, and Han looked at him. The Wookie wouldn't give up, and Brightwater looked at Han.
"Can we let him loose?"
"Not on your life!" Han bellowed.
"He's gonna cost us our lives, of he doesn't shut his yapping up."
Chewie then took his bound paws, and attempted to hit Brightwater, but Luke stopped him the Force. When the huge Wookie figured out he couldn't move, he started struggling and growling. Brightwater tightened his grip on Han, and LaRone held Luke. Grave had been holding Chewbacca's shoulder, but now he was ducking for cover.
After Luke let him go, LaRone looked at him.
"Skywalker, we are in a lift with a Wookie that weighs more than all of us combined, so you try and stop him with some magical Force?"
"It worked, didn't it?"
LaRone shook his head, and Grave took his position at Chewie's massive side again. The Lift's door opened and stormtroopers met them.
"Number," the officer said, and it was an order, not a question.
Marcross looked up, flashing a disgusted look underneath the helmet.
"WI-7390."
"Pass," the Officer opened the gates up, and the group moved past.
"She's in cell..." Luke used the Force, and then scanned the cells. "That one. Five."
Quiller raised an eyebrow under his helmet.
"Ya sure?"
"Positive."
Grave's turn.
"One-hundred percent?"
Luke raised his chin in defiance.
"One-thousand percent."
Brightwater had gone into the process if hacking into the cell unit's door, and when the door came up with a hiss, Leia was laying in her 'bunk'.
She had been asleep, just as Luke had found her on the Death Star.
"Luke? Han? What in HOTH are you doing here?" her voice was stern and diplomatic, but relieved.
"Saving you, Your Worship, what else?" Han sneered.
Leia caught sight of the Hand of Judgment, and looked alarmed.
"Uhm... Han?"
Han laughed.
"They are renegades, no worries. Now let's save you, and go home. Deal?" he said, reaching out his hand.
Leia grabbed it and allowed Han to pull her up. Once on her feet, she hugged Luke, and then Han. Looking the men in their eyes, she nodded.
"Deal."
It's short, I know. But the shorter, the easier and faster I can update. It's easier for me to write two short chapters in an hour than one long one. Hope y'all enjoy!