Yavin Four

"Are we going yet?" Lyra casually asked Hans, who was working on his ship. He turned and looked at Lyra before sighing.

"Why are you so anxious to leave?" He asked as Lyra widened her eyes.

"You do realize that this ship is probably being trapped by the Empire and that they probably know we're here and that they're most likely going to blow this planet up, right?" Lyra asked Hans as he nodded slightly to her response.

"Yeah, we probably should leave before things get messy." Hans agrees as Lyra nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to get Caroline." She spoke before walking towards the medic bay.

Lyra had to pass by lots and lots of people to get there, who either avoided her, or stared her dead in the eye. Lyra didn't feel intimidated by them, and instead flashed them a smile before reaching the medic bay, where Caroline lay down, her skin pale, her pulse steady. Lyra bit her lip and sighed before unplugging the IV and other medical things she assumed that Caroline didn't need. When she was done, she used her upper body strength to pick Caroline up and carried her back to the launching pad, or whatever it was called. When she came, she carried Caroline into one of the beds and strapped her in before walking towards Hans again and giving him the thumbs up, only to see that he was talking to Luke. Lyra swore that Luke could be at way too many places at once.

"Come on, Hans, times a wasting." Lyra shouted as Hans gave the Princess, who was also there for some absurd reason, a sharp salute before boarding the Falcon again. It was then, when Chewie soundly appeared, which only made Lyra freak out even harder.

"HOW IN THE UNIVERSE DOES EVERYONE KEEP ON APPEARING LIKE THAT!" She shouted as everyone stared at her.

"I don't know." Hans replied as Chewbacca gave a shout. Hans nodded. "Me too, buddy."

"AND HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU UNDERSTAND HIM?" Lyra screamed as Hans shook his head.

"It took years of learning from the Wookiee language." Hans said, very seriously. "I also have Google Translate." He pulled out his phone, to show that he had the Google Translate App on. Lyra nodded.

"Figures." She mumbled as she leaned back in the seat. "Next stop, The Outer Rim, right?" She asked.

"Yup." Hans replied, booting up the engine.

"No going back to The Death Star to convienantly help out Luke and be crowned a hero where Chewbacca doesn't get a medal and you will forever be remembered as the guy who came at the last second to help defeat the Death Star, right?" Lyra asked as Hans shrugged.

"We'll see about that, Lyra."

***TY***

"Oh shoot, check it out, Chewie." Hans said, and pointed towards the Death Star, where a bunch of tiny X-Wing Fighter Jets were trying to attack the Death Star, doing virtually no damage what so ever. "It looks like they're going down."

Chewie let out a roar as Hans took out his phone to check what he meant. "Yeah, they are going to die." Chewie let out another roar. "Hmmm... Maybe we should help them."

At that note, Lyra shot up from the couch and walked up to them. "No, we aren't going to go back! They risked their own lives, they know what's coming to them!"

"Well, Luke's going to die though." Hans sighed. "You know how horrible of a shot he is."

"Dude, you've known Luke, for like, an hour or something. Would you really risk your life for him." Hans pondered at that for a moment.

"Nah." He finally responded as yet another X-Wing went down.

They watched in silence for a bit, as all of the X-Wings went down, except for Luke's. For some weird reason, Lyra knew which one was Luke's. The Imperial ships chased Luke around as he desperately tried to pull off some cool moves in hopes of rattling them off, but ended up failing. He shot at the little hole he suppose to shoot in, but missed. After about two minutes of it, Hans fianlyl broke.

"That's it! I'm helping him!" Hans screamed and started flying towards him.

"Hans!" Lyra screamed, but it was too late. Hans was close to the Death Star now, and he left to go to the firing place. Lyra just stood there, dumbfounded, realizing that she was surrounded by pure idiots. Like, seriously, they could barely shoot Imperial ships, much less inside a tiny hole inside the Death Star. With no other option, Lyra went down to see Hans, who had already blew up one of the Imperial Ships.

R2-D2 was whooping triumphantly as Lyra whispered a soft prayer.

"Luke, if you don't make this, I'm going to kill you."

Okay, not much of a prayer. More like a threat.

A cannon thing went out of Luke's ship as he fired, and everyone held their breath as...

It didn't go in.

"WHAT THE (insert curse word here), LUKE!" Lyra screamed in outrage. "YOU HAD ONE (insert another curse word here) JOB TO DO AND YOU JUST BLOW IT! WE'RE ALL GOING TO (insert yet another curse word here) DIE BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU LITTLE (insert multiple swear words here)"

"Well, we're screwed." Hans said, putting it simply as Lyra literally shoved Hans over off of his seat. He screamed as he fell to the floor and Lyra took his position.

"I'm going to kill Luke for missing that shot." She mumbled as Hans screamed.

"Wait a minute, Ly!" Hans screamed. "Can't you just shoot into the hole?"

"But we don't have the special missile thingy." Lyra argued as Hans widened his eyes.

"Yes we do! I stole some from the Rebels! That's what I was hooking up!" He screamed in triumph as Lyra raised an eyebrow.

"You stole from the Rebels?" She asked smoothly as Hans waved it off.

"I needed some form of payment, now just shoot already!" He shouted as Lyra rolled her eyes.

Her brown orbs connected to her target as she exhaled. Then, she pressed the trigger.

Little to say, it went in perfectly.

On that note, everyone flew away from the Death Star as they watched it blow up in the distance.

R2 was beeping in joy, Luke was raising his fists in the air, Lyra was sighing because she didn't die, Hans was staring in awe at Lyra for making the shot in, Chewie was screaming some random noises, and the Rebels on the planet were probably doing something, but really, how am I suppose to know. It was then, when Lyra realized something very, very important. Her eyes widened as tears sprung into them.

"You guys..." She whispered to Hans as he turned to stare at her.

"What?"

"I'M A BLOODY MURDERER!"

***UI***

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Sigh, its been a long year.

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