As Han and pulled out his blaster, he snuck through the detention level.
"Around the turn, and past the control center..."
He went around the turn, and there it was. Past the control center of the tractor beam, was the alarm. The had told him to sound it, and then they would run through the ship and get out. He also was supposed to turn the tractor beam off.
As he turned the levers down, he decided to play it safe, he pulled a huge spare screw from his utility belt. Looking at screw, he tossed it at the ALARM button, and made a run for it. The rest of the men and Leia were waiting for the alarm, and they heard it, and ran to the Falcon.
He charged down the hall, and people started flooding in.
"Kriff, Kriff, KRIFF!"
An officer looked at Han.
"That's a rebel!"
"Stars, I'm gettin' too old for this..." Han mumbled, kicking his speed up a notch.
"Don't worry," An Officer called, "Let them try and leave. They're in the tractor." He smirked, and ordered the troops to stand down.'
"Sir!" they called.
Han darted through the corridor, his legs a flying fury.
"Falcon, Falcon," he whispered, then screamed,"GOTTA GET TO THE MILLINEIUM FALCON!"
He looked over his shoulder, and knew something was up.
What in the seven hells of Corellia is going on?
He saw his ship, and his heart lept. Signaling his comm., he saw Luke and Leia with the Hand of Judgment through a window. And who couldn't miss Chewie? Or threepio, waving at him...
"Yes! Now let's head home!"
He jumped into his ship, that, thankfully, Quiller had warmed up.
He smirked at Han.
"I made sure you could pilot 'er."
Han laughed, and looked at Leia.
"Too easy, Your Worship?"
Leia laughed, and did the most curious thing...
She kissed Han...
Han stood shell-shocked, and Luke swore.
"My sister kissed a pirate?" he laughed. "unbelievable!"
Leia laughed again, and hugged her brother.
"Princess Leia!" Threepio exclaimed. "Am I glad to see you!"
Artoo beeped and whirred, treading in circles.
LaRone and Grave were standing at the door, grim looks on their now un-helmeted faces.
"Solo, we need to go. Like NOW," LaRone said.
"Here comes the Lord in Black..." Brightwater commented.
Marcross looked at Grave who grunted, and Marcross tsked. Quiller was in the copilot's seat, while Chewie basically shoved him from it.
Han looked at the huge Wookie.
"Manners, Fuzz-ball!"
"Hrrrrrrnnnnnn!"
"I don't-"
"Solo," Grave snapped. "Let's GO!"
"Sheesh, don't get too excited I saved you..."
Leia looked at Han.
"Han, let's go," she whispered, kissing his cheek.
"Alright Your Highness. Your wish is my command."
And with that, Han swung the old freighter around, and Chewie toned their hyper-drive. In seconds, the Falcon bussed into hyper-space, on it's way back with the galaxy's most wanted crew on board...