A/N: Please review if you've read! Watched A New Hope while writing this one...needed to get the characters back in focus!

I watched two things that I wanted to share with you all recently. One, a movie called Fanboys. I don't know if anyone has ever seen this before, but it's a pretty popular movie that is about a group that absolutely loves Star Wars. If you're like me and know a lot of small details, you'll love the hidden things in this movie! Two, YouTube's video from A Bad Lip Reading called Bushes of Love. The group made three Star Wards bad lip readings, but then made a song out of Ben's initial meeting with Luke on Tatooine about love. It's honestly the most addictive tune I've heard in a while. Watch it and it'll be stuck in your head for days!

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The space Shrike had kept Han in was small and dark, but he didn't expect much else from a person who wanted to terminate him in mere hours. In the door was a slot for a tray of food; it was all he got for his stay. Everything reminded him of the Imperial prisons he had toured when he served as an Imperial Navy pilot, though the empty, flat shelf that was designed as a bunk resembled what Vader had given Leia as a bed while she was captured on the Death Star. He knew what he was in for deep down inside, but he tried to forget he used to be housed on the Luck.

For a moment, Han thought about eating. Then, he decided it wouldn't do any good; the tray didn't look appetizing and he wouldn't need food once he was dead, anyway. Once he decided it was best not to eat, he thought about his plan to escape. His hope had faded once the doors had locked behind him. Han wished he had even just one visitor, but no one had shown up except for the officer who had slid him his tray. Not even Luke had come to his rescue.

Han stared at the ceiling while lying on his back on the cold bunk shelf. He let his arms rest on his stomach. He missed the feeling of his blaster digging into his knee; Larrad had taken it the second he had brought him on board his transport. That, along with his boot knife, pocket blaster, and droid caller. The lack of weapons left him feeling helpless, which he pretty much was at this point.

Finally, a sound at the door made Han jump up into a sitting position. There was a shuffle of feet, and then a small face appeared as the doors opened.

Just a kid. Not really young, but maybe around ten or twelve. He seemed just about as old as Han had been when he was at home on the ship.

"Hey, kid," Solo called from his seat on the bunk. He smiled a half smile and tried his best to look put together. "What do you think you're doing in here? Lost?"

The boy shook his head. His shaggy hair flooded his eyes and he took a hand to brush it away. He didn't seem dirty, like Han used to be after work. He didn't even bear the clothes of a working kid on the ship. Instead, he looked well fed and wore a pair of black, straight cut pants and a clean, charcoal shirt similar to the one that Larrad wore, minus the decorations. When he pushed the hair out of his face and looked back at Han with his green eyes, he stood tall and straight.

"Father wanted to prepare you for procedures."

Father. The boy must be Shrike's…son? But who was his mother?

"Sorry for your misfortune, kid," Han told him. His smile fading. He leaned back against the wall of the bunk, relaxing again. He wasn't going anywhere, it seemed. "You got a mom, too?"

"She died." The boy was stern with his answers.

"Too bad," Solo answered in monotone.

Briefly, he wondered if the kid's mother was one of the women Garris had kept in his quarters when he was alive, but he didn't dare to ask. Even if the kid was a Shrike, it wasn't his fault his family had been so awful.

Then, the boy strode forward until he was standing in front of Han. Solo sat forward, ready to converse with the kid, but before he could say much, the boy pricked his arm with a short needle.

"Hey!" Solo shouted, covering his arm where the needle had hit. "What it, kid! What are you doing?!"

"Orders from my father, sir."

"Don't you say anything else?" Han jabbed.

"I don't talk to prisoners."

That made Han mad. A kid, telling him he couldn't talk because his father deemed him a prisoner.

"Look kid, your dad's done more damage than I ever have," he started. "Just because…" His words started to blend together. "Just because…"

"Don't worry, sir," the boy told him kindly.

"What'd you do, anyhow?" Han asked again, this time barely managing to get his words out.

"A paralyzing injection to ready you for termination."

"Termin…termination?"

Then, Han's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell back onto the bunk in a sleeping state. The injection had done its work.

"I hope you know how to fly this thing," Leia called to Chewie, who sat in the cockpit of the ship they had taken from Renn. Chewie gargled a reply, keeping his eye out the windows in front of him.

"Princess!" See-Threepio, who sat copilot, didn't expect to see her out of bed just yet. "You must get back to bed at once!"

She shook her head at the droid. "I'm fine."

"But the stunner hasn't completed cycling through your system yet, and-"

But Leia had cut him off. "Chewie, have we located Han yet?"

Another roar.

"And what about Luke?" she asked. "I haven't seen him in some time."

"Why, he took an escape pod to fight off Vader," Threepio informed the Princess.

"Vader? Here?"

"Yes, but he's been gone for a while now. I suspect his plan worked and-"

Cut off again. "Chewie, what's our plan to pick up Han?"

A roar and a grumble came from the Wookie. Then, a holo display popped up on screen in front of them. A planet just ahead of them had an orbiting figure; a ring made up of many particles.

Chewie yelled again.

"He's in the Ylesian system?" Leia asked, stunned. "That's out of our way by a long shot!"

Chewie roared a deafening banter, angry that Leia had implied that it was too far of a trip to rescue his friend. Little did she know they had already been on path for over two hours, and at light speed, they would make landing just around 0400 hours.

"Oh, alright then." She was defeated.

Leia sank down into a chair behind Chewie and watched as their blue blip made it closer and closer to the red planet on the screen.

Space was quiet after Luke had made his push into hyperspace. He wasn't sure if Vader had followed, but he didn't dare chance going back to check. He had flown out of range of the commlinks between Chewie and him a while back. He hoped the group would be easy to find once he got back to their coordinates. Even leaving Artoo on board made him uneasy, but he was certain he could follow Ben's guidance and learn how to feel them when he arrived back.

Then, as if someone had read his mind, his ship faltered as it was hit by a laser gun from behind. He maneuvered the controls so he could pivot down, and then up again. He made a loop and then twisted out of it to return back the way he had come. When he straightened up again, there was no sign of his attackers behind him, but he was assured they were still near when he felt another shot hi his wing to the right.

"Come on!" Luke muttered under his breath.

He bit his lip and pressed a few buttons. Then he pulled a lever, readying his shields. Turning, he took a shot at the ship following him. Not the same one that had tracked him after he left Chewie and the others.

"Don't you ever give up?!" Skywalker yelled to himself about Vader and the Imperial troops.

When he made another turn, he finally made out the ship. It wasn't of the Empire. No, it was familiar. The Falcon!

The ship was getting closer, and fast. His pod couldn't handle the attack, but he was thankful it was a ship he knew. He knew how to play it. How it would turn and how fast it could fire. For a moment, Luke thought of how Han would react if he rescued him on his own ship, but he didn't dare think that far ahead. Right now, the goal was getting aboard that ship again and taking out whoever had stolen it.

Luke cut his speed in half. He wondered if letting the Falcon pull him in was a good idea, but realized shortly after that that it would give the thief the advantage and wasn't ready to give in. He stayed back, just out of reach, and readied his blaster canon. It was small, but at least he had some fire power. It took a minute, but finally it locked on to a landing quarter of the ship. Luke cursed himself for the decision to shoot; he knew if the Falcon was damaged, Han would never forgive him. However, it was better than never having her back at all. This point would do the least damage, but would assure the thief on board that he meant business. He fired on target.

She took the hit and wobbled slightly to the left, but regained her balance. The pilot knew what he was doing.

Frustrated, Luke sped up again. His best bet was trying to land his pod underneath to confused the pilot and set and emergency landing, where he could hijack the ship and steal her back, but he had to match speed perfectly if he wanted to get under her without killing his pod, the ship, or worse, himself.

"You can do this," Luke told himself, trying to hype up enough to make the landing.

Ben had told him to focus on everything he had taught him; surely if he focused this time, he could make the landing. It wouldn't be much different than when he delivered the last shot on the Death Star, after all.

Skywalker closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt for the Falcon's speed like he had felt for the shots coming at him when Ben was teaching him to trust his feelings. It was there, just barely in reach, but he tried his best to keep it in the front of his vision.

He sped his pod up just a small amount to get under the Falcon, and then pulled on the brake to slow her down.

Wait for it, he told himself. Wait. Then, when he could feel the space above him, he slid his pod into the space beneath the Millennium Falcon.

"This should take us down," he murmured.

Surely enough, the Falcon began slowing down in panic, the thief obviously searching for him underneath. Then, she took a sharp turn to the right to enter the system of Tatooine; the system of Luke's home. He knew she was making an emergency landing, and that was okay.

But why Tatooine? he wondered.