The Falcon hummed with the steady pulse of its hyperdrive, the faint blue glow of hyperspace casting a dim light over the corridors. The interior of the ship was cramped, messy, and smelled vaguely of engine oil and burnt wiring—probably because something was burning in one of the compartments, but Han assured Tony that was "normal."

Tony wasn't convinced.

Tucked away in the main hold, Tony sat at one of the workbenches, the Iron Man armor spread out before him in a half-dismantled state. Wires, circuitry, and bits of plating were scattered across the table, and a mess of tools—some his, some stolen from Han's toolbox—were haphazardly arranged within arm's reach. The suit's arc reactor pulsed softly, still charging from the ship's power supply, its faint blue light reflecting off the dull, metallic walls of the Falcon's interior.

"Alright, J," Tony muttered, holding up a component to inspect it, "let's see if we can turn this glorified tin can into something a little more space-friendly."

Jarvis' voice chimed in smoothly through the suit's external speakers. "I assume, sir, that by 'space-friendly,' you mean ensuring the armor is actually capable of functioning in a vacuum, rather than simply suffocating you within seconds of exposure."

Tony smirked. "Yeah, see, that's the kind of thing I'd prefer not to test the hard way."

He leaned forward, connecting a data cable from the Falcon's workbench console to the suit's onboard systems. The HUD flickered to life, scanning through diagnostics as he worked.

"Alright," Tony mused, scanning the readouts, "so far, we're looking at some pretty glaring weaknesses. No airtight seals, oxygen supply is… well, nonexistent, and the thruster systems? Not exactly designed for 'lost-in-space' situations."

Jarvis responded, "Might I suggest a reinforcement of the suit's environmental controls? You'll need a reliable oxygen supply, and ensuring thermal regulation in space would be advisable."

Tony nodded, already making adjustments to the schematics. "Yeah, yeah. The last thing I need is to freeze solid like a billionaire popsicle."

He reached for one of Han's spare tools—a hydrospanner, whatever the hell that was—and tried using it to tweak the arm plating's internal seals.

The tool immediately sparked, sending a small jolt of electricity up his arm.

Tony yelped, shaking his hand. "Ow! Okay, not the right tool. Good to know."

Jarvis hummed. "Perhaps sticking to tools you actually recognize would be preferable, sir."

Tony muttered under his breath, tossing the hydrospanner aside before rummaging for something else. As he worked, he noticed Han's footsteps approaching from the corridor.

A moment later, Han Solo appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, his usual smirk firmly in place. "Well, look at you," Han said, leaning against the bulkhead. "Tinkering away like you own the place."

Tony didn't look up. "Yeah, well, if I'm gonna be stuck on this flying bucket of bolts—"

"Watch it."

"—I might as well make myself useful."

Han stepped closer, eyeing the disassembled Iron Man suit. "What exactly are you doing?"

Tony gestured vaguely with a screwdriver. "Oh, you know, minor improvements—like trying to make sure I don't die if I ever get sucked into the vacuum of space."

Han snorted. "That a common problem where you're from?"

Tony set down the tool and leaned back. "Not usually. But considering my track record? Feels like a smart investment."

Han nodded, glancing at the suit's intricate circuitry. "Gotta say, I've seen all kinds of tech across the galaxy, but this? Never seen anything like it."

Tony smirked. "Well, that's because there isn't anything like it. One-of-a-kind, custom-built, made by yours truly."

Han let out a low whistle. "Bet it'd fetch a crazy price on the market."

Tony pointed at him. "We are not selling my suit."

Han grinned. "Relax. Just saying, if we ever need some quick credits—"

Tony shot him a look.

Han held up his hands. "Fine, fine. Keep your fancy armor."

Tony sighed and turned back to his modifications. He carefully sealed one of the suit's compartments, running another diagnostic.

Han leaned against the workbench. "So, what's the plan?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

Han gestured vaguely. "Y'know—finding your way home. That place you keep talking about. Earth."

Tony paused. His usual snarky comeback didn't come immediately.

He exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Yeah… still working on that."

Han tilted his head. "You sure it even exists?"

Tony frowned. "Of course it exists."

Han shrugged. "I dunno, Stark. You're talking about a planet that no one's ever heard of. Not me, not Chewie, not even the Falcon's nav system. It's not on any charts."

Tony set down his tool, pulling up the galactic map Han had shown him earlier. The holoprojector flickered to life, displaying a vast three-dimensional star chart, detailing known systems and trade routes.

Tony stared at it, running a hand down his face. "Yeah. That's… the part that's bothering me."

Han sat down across from him, kicking his feet up on a crate. "You sure you're even in the right galaxy?"

Tony let out a dry laugh. "See, that's what's messing with me. If Earth isn't on any of these maps, and no one here's ever heard of it…" He gestured at the hologram. "Then that means I'm not just lost. I'm really lost."

Han watched him for a moment before exhaling. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, being lost is kinda my thing."

Tony chuckled. "Oh yeah?"

Han smirked. "Yeah. You get used to it."

Tony shook his head, looking at the maps again. "This isn't exactly something I want to get used to."

Han folded his arms. "Alright, genius. So how do you plan to figure this out?"

Tony exhaled. "Step one? Get the suit fully space-ready. Step two? Try and track anything that resembles Earth's tech or energy signatures. If I can find even a trace of something familiar, I can work from there."

Han nodded. "And if that doesn't work?"

Tony shrugged. "Then I guess I just keep flying until I run into something that does."

Han smirked. "Sounds like a terrible plan."

Tony grinned. "Yeah, well, it's the only one I got."

Han stood, stretching. "Well, let me know if you figure something out. We'll be out of hyperspace soon."

Tony gave a mock salute. "Aye aye, captain."

Han rolled his eyes and walked off, leaving Tony alone with his thoughts.

He turned back to his suit, watching as the arc reactor pulsed steadily, the charging process nearing completion.

No matter how advanced it was, it wasn't going to solve this problem for him.

Tony exhaled and cracked his knuckles.

Time to get to work.

The steady hum of the hyperdrive engines filled the Millennium Falcon's cockpit. The stars outside the viewport stretched into long streaks of light, swirling in the mesmerizing, almost hypnotic pattern of hyperspace travel. Inside, everything was relatively quiet—aside from the occasional flickering console light or the distant clang of Chewbacca working on something in the back of the ship.

Tony was still in the main hold, running final diagnostics on his suit while making small but important adjustments to the life-support systems. The good news? His modifications were actually coming together. The Iron Man suit was now sealed against vacuum exposure, and he had figured out a way to reroute oxygen storage from his helmet to his chest piece, just in case. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than suffocating instantly in the cold abyss of space.

Then, without warning, the ship gave a sudden jolt.

The glowing hyperspace tunnel outside the viewport collapsed into thousands of tiny starlights as the Falcon exited hyperspace, dropping back into realspace with the kind of bumpy transition Tony had come to expect from this ship.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Han's voice crackled over the ship's comm, full of casual smugness. "We have arrived at our destination. Please keep your arms, legs, and egos inside the vehicle at all times."

Tony sighed, gathering his tools as he stood up. "Jarvis, how's the suit?"

"Fully charged and functional, sir. I must say, this ship's power systems are surprisingly resilient—albeit outdated."

Tony smirked. "Yeah, well, welcome to the galactic equivalent of duct tape engineering."

"Noted."

Tony stretched his arms before making his way toward the cockpit.

By the time he got there, Han was leaning back in the pilot's seat, feet kicked up on the console, looking way too relaxed for someone who had just dropped out of hyperspace.

Tony glanced at the viewport. Below them, a large, mountainous planet with streaks of glowing city lights spread across the surface like veins of molten metal.

Tony whistled. "Not bad. What's this place?"

Han lazily waved a hand. "Planet's called Wobani. Not the nicest spot in the galaxy, but it'll do."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Wobani. That name doesn't exactly scream 'paradise resort.'"

Han chuckled. "Yeah, well, it's not. Mostly a backwater world used for storage and prisoner transfers. Real imperial-friendly."

Tony crossed his arms. "Imperial-friendly, huh? And let me guess—that's not a problem for us at all."

Han gave him a knowing smirk. "That depends. You are up for helping us with a little smuggling job?"

Tony tilted his head. "A smuggling job?"

Han leaned forward. "Look, I know you're still trying to figure out how to get home, but let's be real here—you've got no leads, no clue where Earth is, and no one's even heard of it."

Tony exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Wow, thanks for the pep talk."

Han smirked. "I'm just saying, maybe if we hit up the right people, someone's bound to know something that can help you out."

Tony gave him a skeptical look. "And you think the best way to do that is through smuggling?"

Han shrugged. "You'd be surprised who we run into on jobs like this. Black market dealers, info brokers, people who know things that normal channels don't."

Tony exhaled, thinking it over.

It wasn't the most solid plan he'd ever heard, but considering his current options were literally nothing, it was better than sitting around waiting for a miracle.

He rolled his shoulders. "Alright. What the hell. I'm in."

Han grinned. "Knew you'd come around."

Chewbacca let out a low growl from the co-pilot's seat.

Han glanced at him. "Yeah, yeah, I was gonna tell him."

Tony frowned. "Tell me what?"

Han stood up, casually brushing off his jacket. "Okay, so, the job's simple. We land, grab some cargo, and bring it to our employer."

Tony crossed his arms. "And this cargo is just lying around, waiting for us to take it?"

Han hesitated for a fraction of a second. "Not exactly."

Tony exhaled sharply. "Alright, Solo, cut the crap. Where are we getting this cargo from?"

Han gave him his best disarming smile.

"An Imperial storage facility."

Tony blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

Han's grin widened. "Relax, it's barely guarded."

Chewbacca growled something.

Han sighed. "Okay, moderately guarded."

Tony threw up his hands. "Oh, great! So we're not just smugglers—we're actively stealing from the intergalactic space Nazis."

Han smirked. "That's one way to put it."

Tony ran a hand down his face. "You left that part out on purpose, didn't you?"

Han shrugged. "Figured you'd be less inclined if I led with it."

Tony sighed. "Unbelievable. Unbelievable."

Han patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, don't worry! You've got me watching your back."

Tony gave him a deadpan look. "Oh, well, that just fills me with confidence."

Chewbacca rumbled something, and Han frowned. "What do you mean, 'he's got a point'?"

Tony chuckled. "Even your own co-pilot thinks you're full of it."

Han rolled his eyes. "Look, we're already here. If you're gonna back out, now's the time."

Tony let out a long breath, rubbing his temple.

He was definitely going to regret this.

"Fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you."

Han smirked. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Chewbacca started prepping the Falcon for landing as Tony sat back down, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He was a billionaire, genius, and technically a superhero—so, naturally, the first thing he did after getting stranded in an unknown galaxy was sign up for a heist against a totalitarian regime.

Yeah. This was going great.

The Millennium Falcon touched down with a subtle jolt, settling into the rocky terrain of Wobani's secluded outskirts. The landing spot was nothing glamorous—just a dry, barren stretch of land surrounded by jagged cliffs, with enough natural cover to keep them hidden from casual patrols.

The ship's engines let out a low whine as they powered down, leaving behind an almost eerie silence. Outside, the sky was dim, covered in thick gray clouds, the air buzzing with the distant hum of Imperial activity.

Tony sat in the cockpit, arms crossed, staring out at the prison-like structures in the distance. Something about this whole job didn't sit right with him, and that was saying something, considering he'd already accepted the fact that he was now working with smugglers.

Han leaned against the pilot's chair, arms crossed, giving Tony his usual cocky smirk. "Alright, Stark. You're in this now, so here's the plan."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh, good. Can't wait to hear this well-thought-out and completely risk-free strategy."

Han ignored him and gestured toward the Imperial storage facility on the horizon. "See that compound? That's where they're keeping our cargo."

Tony squinted. "Okay, first question—why does an Imperial storage facility look like a maximum-security prison?"

Han grinned. "Because technically, it is a prison."

Tony blinked. "Oh, fantastic. That's not sketchy at all."

Chewbacca let out a low growl, shaking his head.

Han waved him off. "Relax, we've done worse."

Tony gestured toward the facility. "Okay, fine. What exactly are we stealing? Some kind of classified Imperial tech? A stash of priceless space gold?"

Han hesitated for half a second.

Tony caught it immediately. "Oh no. No. What aren't you telling me?"

Han rubbed the back of his neck, trying to look casual. "So… our cargo? Not exactly a crate."

Tony stared.

Han's grin widened. "It's a person."

Tony's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

Han shrugged. "Yeah, it turns out some high-value prisoner in there is worth a lot of credit to our employer. We grab them, we get paid."

Tony ran a hand down his face. "Okay, you definitely left that part out on purpose."

Han smirked. "Would you have agreed if I told you?"

Tony threw up his hands. "No! Because kidnapping is, like, five steps past my usual line of work!"

Han scoffed. "We're not kidnapping them—we're liberating them."

Chewbacca rumbled something.

Han rolled his eyes. "It's not the same thing, Chewie."

Tony exhaled. "So let me get this straight. We're breaking into an Imperial prison to steal a person because someone out there is willing to pay you a fat stack of space cash for them?"

Han nodded. "Yep."

Tony sighed. "Alright. Who is this mystery guest?"

Han shrugged. "Dunno. Some rebel type, probably. Doesn't matter. We're just the delivery guys."

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course. Why would we ever want to know who we're breaking out of literal Imperial custody?"

Han patted his shoulder. "Glad we're on the same page."

Tony groaned. "Okay, Solo, let's hear this so-called 'plan' of yours."

Han perked up. "Glad you asked." He pulled out a holographic map and flicked it on, displaying the layout of the prison facility-slash-storage-depot.

"Here's how we do this," Han said, pointing at the side entrance. "We sneak in through this access hatch, cut through the maintenance tunnels, and pop out near the prisoner wing. We find our guy, grab him, and take the same way out. Easy."

Tony blinked. "That's it?"

Han frowned. "What's wrong with it?"

Tony scoffed. "You mean besides the fact that it sucks?"

Han narrowed his eyes. "Oh yeah? What's wrong with it?"

Tony held up a finger. "First of all, you're assuming nothing goes wrong. Big mistake. Second, sneaking in is one thing, but sneaking out with a prisoner? That's just asking for alarms, guards, and a whole mess of fire."

Han crossed his arms. "So what, you got a better idea?"

Tony smirked. "I do, actually."

Han rolled his eyes. "Alright, let's hear it, genius."

Tony tapped the landing pads near the back of the facility. "We need a distraction."

Han raised an eyebrow. "A distraction?"

Tony nodded. "Yeah. I'll handle that part. I cause some chaos, get their attention, make them focus on me while you two slip inside, grab the prisoner, and get out while everyone's still busy trying to figure out what the hell is happening."

Han sat back, considering. "Okay… and what kind of 'distraction' are we talking about?"

Tony grinned. "Oh, you know. Fireworks, confusion, mild panic."

Han narrowed his eyes. "Mild?"

Tony shrugged. "Moderate."

Han smirked. "I like it."

Chewbacca rumbled something.

Han sighed. "Okay, Chewie doesn't like it."

Tony clapped his hands together. "Too bad because it's a hell of a lot better than sneaking through maintenance tunnels like rats."

Han exhaled. "Alright, fine. You caused chaos. We get in, grab the prisoner, and get out before they lock the place down."

Tony nodded. "Exactly. And trust me—if there's one thing I'm good at, it's being a distraction."

Han smirked. "That I believe."

Tony rolled his shoulders. "Alright. Let's go stir up some trouble."

Han grinned, adjusting his blaster. "Now that's the Stark attitude I like."

Tony shook his head. "Yeah, yeah. But if this goes south? I'm still blaming you."

Han chuckled. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Tony exhaled, rolling his shoulders. If he was already in this mess, he might as well make it his kind of mess.

The night air on Wobani was cool and still, the distant hum of Imperial machinery filling the background like a constant, mechanical heartbeat. The prison facility loomed in the distance, a massive structure of durasteel and cold efficiency designed to keep its inhabitants locked away under maximum security.

A short distance from the facility, nestled in the rocky terrain, Tony sat on a boulder, legs crossed, looking completely unbothered.

His Iron Man suit stood motionless beside him, its arc reactor emitting a faint blue glow against the darkness. The only sound apart from the wind was the distant crackle of Han and Chewbacca moving into position.

Tony stretched, sighing. "You know, Jarvis, I gotta say… if I ever make it back home, I might actually miss this whole 'being a space outlaw' thing."

Jarvis' voice chimed smoothly in his ear. "Sir, given your history, I would argue that your career has always leaned toward mildly illegal activities with good intentions."

Tony smirked. "Touché."

A small beep sounded in his earpiece, and Han's voice crackled through the comms. "Alright, Stark, we're in position. Any day now."

Tony lazily leaned back against the rock. "You sound tense, Solo."

Han grumbled. "We're sneaking into an Imperial prison. Of course, I'm tense."

Tony smirked. "Relax. That's my job."

Han sighed. "Just tell me when you're gonna start."

Tony rolled his neck and stood up. "Jarvis… it's time to make some noise."

The Iron Man suit's backplate shifted open, its mechanical components shifting like a precision-engineered puzzle. Tony walked over casually, stepping inside as the suit sealed around him effortlessly. The familiar whir of servos and HUD systems came to life.

"All systems ready, sir," Jarvis confirmed.

Tony smirked. "Then let's give them a show."

With a sudden burst of energy, Tony's repulsors ignited, launching him into the air. Dust and loose rocks scattered below as he shot up into the night sky, angling himself toward the prison facility.

Down below, Imperial guards patrolled the outer walls, their movements methodical, their posture rigid. The facility itself was quiet, orderly, and completely unaware of what was about to hit it.

Then, out of nowhere, a faint static crackled over their helmet coms.

One of the guards frowned, tapping the side of his helmet. "Command? I think we've got some interference on comms."

Another guard at a control station inside the security hub turned to his console. "Weird… I'm getting the same thing. What's causing—"

The static grew louder.

Then—

A screaming electric guitar riff tore through the airwaves, blasting across every single communication channel, from the guards' earpieces to the prison's entire PA system.

"BACK IN BLACK, I HIT THE SACK—"

The guards jumped in alarm as the unfamiliar yet undeniably powerful music roared through the prison.

The sound blasted everywhere.

Inside the command center, officers scrambled in confusion.

"What the hell is that?!"

"I don't know! The entire system is being overridden!"

"Who's doing this?!"

Outside, the guards on patrol stopped in their tracks, looking around in bewilderment.

Meanwhile, Han and Chewie, hiding near an access tunnel, heard the music as well.

Han groaned. "You have got to be kidding me."

Chewbacca rumbled in disbelief.

"I know it's him! Who else would pull something like this?"

Back in the prison, one of the guards frantically shouted into his comm. "Command, we're being jammed! Someone's hacking into the system!"

Then—

BOOM.

A massive explosion erupted from one of the outer fuel depots, sending flames and shrapnel high into the air. The blast wave shook the entire prison.

The guards barely had time to react before—

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Three more explosions followed in rapid succession, blowing apart turrets, watchtowers, and key structural supports along the prison's perimeter.

And then—

Tony Stark descended from the sky like a fiery comet, repulsors glowing against the smoke-filled backdrop.

Inside the command center, one of the officers was frantically shouting orders. "Identify the intruder! Who is—"

His words died as a camera feed displayed Tony landing in the middle of the destruction, standing tall in his glowing red-and-gold armor.

The officer blinked. "What… what in the name of the Emperor is that?!"

Back outside, Tony slowly turned his helmet toward the remaining stunned guards.

Through the external speakers, his voice echoed through the courtyard.

"Hi there. I'm here to cause problems on purpose."

Before they could react, he raised his arms and unleashed a powerful repulsor blast, sending stormtroopers flying.

Blaster fire erupted in return, but Tony was already zipping through the air, dodging shots with ease. He spun mid-flight, targeting fuel reserves and key structural points, sending wave after wave of destruction through the compound.

Inside, Han and Chewie watched the chaos unfold on their wrist monitors.

Han shook his head. "The guy sure knows how to make an entrance."

Chewbacca let out an amused grunt.

"Yeah, yeah, I know it's reckless—but it's working."

With all eyes focused on the mysterious flying attacker, Han and Chewie slipped inside the facility unnoticed.

Tony soared overhead, scanning the battlefield. "Jarvis, how are we looking?"

"Sir, approximately sixty percent of the facility's external security forces are now engaging you. I believe your distraction is working exceptionally well."

Tony smirked. "Told you. Never doubt the classics."

"YES, I'M BACK! WELL, I'M BACK—YES, I'M BACK IN BLACK!"

Tony fired a missile directly into an ammo storage, sending another fiery explosion rippling through the prison walls.

Stormtroopers were running everywhere, desperately trying to shoot him down, but he was moving too fast, weaving between their fire with ease.

"Sir," Jarvis noted, "Han and Chewbacca are inside the facility."

Tony dodged a turret blast. "That's Good. Now, let's make sure they stay inside while I keep the spotlight."

Han and Chewbacca moved swiftly through the now-chaotic corridors, avoiding panicked guards.

Chewbacca rumbled something.

Han nodded. "Yeah, yeah, we're moving. We just gotta find our guy before the whole place comes down."

As they turned a corner, they came face-to-face with a pair of stormtroopers.

Han barely hesitated before blasting them both and stepping over their bodies. "So much for quiet."

Chewbacca grumbled.

Han rolled his eyes. "It's fine. We've got the best distraction ever. Let's just grab the prisoner and get out of here before Stark gets too carried away."

Tony hovered mid-air, watching Imperial reinforcements scrambling toward the area.

He cracked his knuckles inside the suit.

"Alright, let's keep this party going."

His repulsors glowed as he dove back into the fray, ready to cause even more chaos.

The prison halls were in absolute chaos. The alarms blared, casting flickering red emergency lights along the metallic walls, and stormtroopers rushed in every direction, confused, panicked, and trying to figure out what was attacking them from above.

Which was perfect for Han and Chewbacca.

The two of them moved quickly through the dimly lit corridors, dodging past patrols and slipping through security doors before the lockdown protocols could fully engage. Han checked the holo display on his wrist, following the location marker Tony had patched into the facility's systems.

He glanced at Chewbacca. "Alright, we're close. Cellblock D-7. Just gotta—"

He stopped abruptly, grabbing Chewie by the arm and pulling him back into the shadows as a group of stormtroopers ran past.

Once the guards were gone, Han exhaled. "Alright, smooth so far."

Chewbacca grumbled something.

Han shot him a look. "It is too smooth. Maybe Tony blowing up half the compound is actually helping."

Chewie huffed skeptically but didn't argue as they pressed on.

Finally, they reached the prison block. The heavy durasteel doors slid open with a sharp hiss, revealing a row of individual cells, each one locked behind an energy barrier.

Han quickly scanned the prisoner numbers. "D-5… D-6… There!" He pointed. "D-7."

He moved toward the cell and hit the manual controls on the wall. The energy barrier flickered before disengaging, revealing their target inside.

Han's smirk faltered.

"Oh."

Inside, sitting on the edge of a narrow metal cot, was a woman.

She looked up at them, unimpressed, her eyes flicking from Han's blaster to Chewbacca's towering frame.

She had short, dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a lean, athletic build. She wore a tattered jumpsuit, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing faint bruises and a small Imperial barcode tattoo on her wrist.

Han cleared his throat. "Uh, hi."

The woman tilted her head. "Let me guess. You're not stormtroopers."

Han smirked. "Nah, but I do get mistaken for one every now and then."

Chewbacca grumbled.

Han sighed. "Yes, Chewie, I know that's never happened. I was joking."

The woman stood, stretching her arms. "So, who are you?"

Han leaned casually against the cell door. "We're the guys getting you out of here. You can thank us later."

She arched an eyebrow. "That depends. Who hired you?"

Han shrugged. "Dunno. Just a guy with a lot of credits and an interest in you."

Her expression didn't change. "That's not reassuring."

Chewbacca grunted something.

Han nodded. "Yeah, yeah, we can do introductions later. What's your name, sweetheart?"

The woman crossed her arms. "Rae Cynis."

Han's smirk widened. "Well, Rae, today's your lucky day. You get a free ticket out of here, courtesy of yours truly."

Rae didn't move. "And if I say no?"

Han blinked. "Wait—you don't want to leave?"

Rae sighed. "Oh, I do. But I don't make deals blind. You could be taking me straight into another prison for all I know."

Han rolled his eyes. "Trust me, sweetheart, if I were running a prison, it'd have way better lighting."

Chewbacca growled something.

Han sighed. "Okay, okay. Look, we don't have time for twenty questions. Either you come with us now, or you stay here and let the stormtroopers ask their questions when they show up."

Rae considered for a long moment.

Then, without another word, she walked past him straight into the hallway.

Han blinked. "Uh… okay. That's fine. Just ignore me, that's cool."

Chewbacca let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

Han scowled. "Oh, shut up."

Rae glanced at them. "So what's the exit strategy?"

Han grinned. "Glad you asked."

Tony was still making a scene.

He zipped through the air, dodging blaster fire from the guards below as he let out another repulsor blast, blowing up a supply crate near the prison walls.

"Sir," Jarvis chimed, "I should inform you that two TIE Fighters have been dispatched in response to your… performance."

Tony smirked. "Oh, good. I was starting to think I wasn't trying hard enough."

Jarvis continued, "They are approaching from the east at high velocity."

Tony turned in midair, spotting two black specks in the distance. Within seconds, they grew larger, the distinctive screech of their engines echoing through the night as they locked onto him.

Tony sighed. "Alright, guess we're doing this."

The first TIE opened fire, green laser bolts slicing through the sky.

Tony rolled midair, dodging the shots before kicking his thrusters into overdrive.

He zipped toward the second TIE Fighter, his targeting system locking on.

"Jarvis, give me a shot."

"Already calculating, sir."

A missile deployed from his forearm, streaking toward the fighter—

The TIE swerved at the last second, dodging.

Tony clicked his tongue. "Alright, they're not completely incompetent."

The first TIE looped back around, lasers blasting again.

Tony spun downward, twisting as the shots whizzed past him, one grazing his armor.

"Alright, new plan," Tony muttered. "Let's play chicken."

With a sudden burst of speed, Tony turned and flew directly toward the first TIE Fighter.

The pilot hesitated.

Tony smirked. "Yeah, you're thinking, oh, this guy's insane, aren't you?"

At the last second, Tony veered left.

The TIE pilot, startled, overcorrected—right into the path of the second fighter.

The two ships clipped wings, spiraling out of control.

The first TIE exploded against a rocky cliff. The second managed to stabilize, but before it could pull up—

Tony shot a repulsor blast straight into the cockpit.

The fighter burst into flames, spiraling downward in a blazing wreck.

Tony hovered, watching the wreckage below.

Jarvis hummed. "I do believe that qualifies as an 'epic takedown,' sir."

Tony smirked. "Damn right, it does."

Just then, Han's voice came through his comm. "Stark, we got the package."

Tony turned, angling himself back toward the prison. "Good. Now let's blow this joint."

The entire prison complex was in absolute chaos. Alarms blared, red lights flashed, and the distant echoes of stormtroopers shouting over the confusion filled the air. With half the facility crumbling from Tony's fireworks display, panic spread fast.

Han, Chewbacca, and Rae moved fast through the corridors, ducking past the disoriented guards as they navigated the maze of prison walkways. The walls trembled slightly from the aftershocks of explosions, dust, and debris raining down on them as they ran.

Han hit his commlink. "Stark, you still alive up there?"

Tony's voice came through, smug as ever. "Define 'alive.' If you mean 'having the time of my life causing mass panic,' then yes, very."

Han sighed. "Great. Well, in case you forgot, we're still inside this place."

"Yeah, yeah, I got you. Exit strategy is a go."

Chewbacca let out a deep grunt as they turned a corner, coming face-to-face with a squad of stormtroopers.

"Hold it right there!" one of the troopers barked, blasters, raising.

Han instinctively pulled his blaster and fired first, taking down the lead trooper before diving for cover.

Chewbacca roared, lifting one of the guards with a single powerful arm and slamming him into the wall.

Rae, moving swiftly, ducked past two troopers, stealing a blaster from one's holster, and fired a clean shot straight into his chest.

Han peeked out from the cover, watching her. "Okay. You can shoot. That's good to know."

Rae didn't even glance at him. "You wanna stand here talking or get us out of here?"

Han grinned. "I like her."

More stormtroopers rounded the corridor, and just as Han was about to start shooting again, a red-and-gold blur came crashing through the ceiling.

BOOM!

Metal shattered as Tony Stark landed right in the middle of the hallway, his repulsors glowing brightly.

The stormtroopers barely had time to react.

Tony raised both arms and let out a dual repulsor blast, sending the troopers flying backward.

The rest scrambled for cover, firing blindly at him.

Blaster bolts ricocheted off his armor as Tony sighed. "Man, you guys are just determined to make this difficult."

He blasted forward, punching one trooper straight into the wall before grabbing another by the chest plate and tossing him down the hallway.

Han and the others used the distraction to push forward.

Tony turned to them. "Hey guys, miss me?"

Han huffed. "I was hoping you'd make this easier, but I'll take dramatic."

Tony dodged another blaster shot, casually grabbing one of the stormtroopers' rifles and bending the barrel like it was aluminum foil.

"Alright," Tony said, turning back to the group. "Time to go."

Chewbacca let out a deep, urgent growl.

Han glanced over his shoulder, seeing more troopers coming in from both ends of the corridor.

"Yeah, I see 'em, big guy."

Rae scowled. "Too many. We won't make it back out the way we came."

Tony smirked. "Lucky for you, I already made a new exit."

Han raised an eyebrow. "You what?"

Tony pointed upward. "Top floor. Big hole. Leads straight out."

Han exhaled. "Oh, that's just great."

Rae gave him a look. "It's better than standing here getting shot at."

Han sighed. "Alright, fine. How do we get there?"

Tony's visor flickered as he scanned the prison schematics. " There's a Second corridor to the left. There's a stairwell that leads up."

Han frowned. "No elevator?"

Tony turned to him. "Oh, my bad. Let me just ask the giant evil space empire to install a convenient escape route for us."

Han rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright. Let's move."

The group raced down the hall, blaster fire raining down on them from behind.

Tony covered the rear, throwing up a temporary energy shield to deflect incoming shots.

Rae moved ahead, leading them into the stairwell.

More stormtroopers were waiting at the top.

Tony grinned. "I got this."

He flew up ahead, shoulder-checking the first trooper before using a pulse wave blast to send the others crashing against the walls.

"Alright, go, go, go!" he called.

Han, Chewbacca, and Rae rushed up the stairs.

At the top was Tony's improvised exit—a massive, jagged hole in the prison's durasteel wall, leading straight outside.

Han let out a low whistle. "Okay, I'll admit… that's some damn fine property damage."

Tony smirked. "You're welcome."

Down below, more stormtroopers flooded the lower floors.

Han looked at the drop outside. "So, uh… what's the plan now?"

Tony grabbed him by the collar.

"Wait—"

Tony took off, hauling Han into the air.

Han let out a very undignified yell as they soared through the sky.

Chewbacca grabbed Rae and followed, using his grappling hook launcher to swing across as stormtroopers fired up at them.

The group landed on a nearby ridge, the Falcon now visible in the distance.

Han stumbled slightly as Tony set him down. "Never do that again."

Tony patted his shoulder. "No promises."

Blaster fire cracked the ground near their feet.

Chewbacca barked a warning.

Han turned. "Yeah, yeah, I see them! Let's move!"

The group sprinted toward the Falcon, dodging fire as TIE Fighters roared overhead.

Tony shot into the air, locking onto one of the fighters. "Jarvis, let's make sure they don't follow us home."

"Yes, sir."

Tony fired a micro-missile, striking the TIE's wing.

The ship spiraled, crashing into a nearby cliffside.

Han reached the Falcon's ramp first, hitting the controls.

The ramp lowered, and he turned, covering Rae and Chewbacca as they boarded.

Tony hovered mid-air, scanning for more hostiles.

"All aboard?"

Han shouted from inside. "We're good! Get your ass in here!"

Tony smirked, rocketed forward, and landed inside as the ramp closed.

Han ran to the cockpit, flipping switches as Chewbacca fired up the engines.

Tony sat back, letting out a long exhale. "Well, that was fun."

Rae crossed her arms. "I don't even know what just happened."

Han grinned as the Falcon lifted off. "That's normal for us."

Tony smirked. "Welcome to the crew, Rae."

The Falcon soared into the sky, leaving the prison—and the chaos—far behind.

The soft hum of the Falcon's hyperdrive engines filled the ship, a rhythmic, almost comforting noise that meant—for now—they were safe. Outside the cockpit windows, the swirling blue tunnel of hyperspace stretched endlessly, marking their escape from Wobani's imperial hellhole as a success.

Inside, the main hold was less peaceful.

Han leaned back against a crate, arms crossed, his trademark smirk firmly in place. Chewbacca stood nearby, arms folded as well, though his posture was far more imposing. Rae, their mystery cargo turned unexpected passenger, sat on the edge of the holotable, watching them with sharp, skeptical eyes.

Tony was leaning against the wall, still clad in his Iron Man suit, arms crossed, watching the whole scene like a bystander at a chaotic board meeting.

Han sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, now that we're not being shot at, I guess it's time for the whole 'getting to know each other' thing."

He pushed off the crate and gestured toward himself. "Name's Han Solo. Pilot, smuggler, and all-around charming rogue. That's Chewbacca—my co-pilot, best friend, and the only reason this ship stays in one piece."

Chewbacca let out a deep, approving growl.

Han smirked. "And the guy in the fancy tin can is Tony Stark. He's, uh… well, we haven't figured out what he is yet."

Tony waved a hand. "Oh, I'm many things. Billionaire, genius, inventor, occasional philanthropist, and now, apparently, a part-time space outlaw. I like to keep my resume varied."

Rae raised an eyebrow. "So, none of you actually had a plan beyond 'break me out'?"

Han shrugged. "Hey, we had a very solid plan."

Tony scoffed. "It was not a solid plan."

Han turned to him. "We got in, got you out, and we're still alive. Sounds like a solid plan to me."

Tony shook his head. "Buddy, I've seen good plans. Plans where every detail is covered, every step accounted for. Your plan was pure dumb luck sprinkled with explosions."

Han grinned. "And yet, here we are."

Tony exhaled sharply and turned to Rae. "Alright, your turn, new girl. What's your deal? Were you locked up for something horrifying? Mass destruction? Galactic tax fraud? Did we just break out someone who's, like, super evil?"

Han snorted. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Tony clicked his tongue. "Great. See, this is exactly what I was worried about. I just hope we didn't accidentally free Space Hitler or something."

Chewbacca let out a deep groan, shaking his head.

Rae rolled her eyes. "Relax, Stark. I'm not a criminal."

Han raised an eyebrow. "Well, you were in an Imperial prison."

Rae sighed. "Yeah, because I was captured by them. I'm part of the Rebellion."

Han's smirk faded slightly.

Tony blinked. "Oh." He glanced at Han. "Is that… bad?"

Han shifted uncomfortably. "Depends on who you ask."

Tony snapped his fingers. "Right, right. Evil space empire. Good guys fighting the evil space empire. You're with the good guys, I take it?"

Rae crossed her arms. "If you consider fighting against tyranny, oppression, and mass planetary enslavement 'good,' then yeah."

Tony nodded. "I do like those odds."

Han groaned. "Well, great. Now we're officially involved in that mess."

Chewbacca rumbled something low and cautionary.

Han sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

Tony clapped his hands together. "Well, this has been a fun chat. Now, what's the plan? Where are we actually taking you?"

Han turned back toward the cockpit, motioning for them to follow. "I already put in the coordinates for the drop-off. Shouldn't take too long."

Tony frowned. "Wait, who actually hired you for this job?"

Han shrugged. "Some middleman. Didn't get a name. Just coordinates and the promise of a big payout."

Tony gave him a deadpan look. "Oh yeah, that never goes badly."

Han grinned. "It usually works out."

Rae shook her head. "I know who hired you."

Han glanced at her. "Oh yeah?"

Rae exhaled. "It's Saw Gerrera."

Han's smirk immediately vanished. "Oh, you're kidding me."

Tony blinked. "I'm sorry—who?"

Han rubbed his temples. "Saw's… a special kind of problem."

Rae narrowed her eyes. "He's a fighter."

Han scoffed. "He's insane."

Tony raised a hand. "Uh, for those of us who don't have an extensive backstory in your galaxy, mind explaining?"

Rae crossed her arms. "Saw Gerrera is one of the most ruthless leaders in the rebellion. He doesn't follow orders, doesn't care about collateral damage, and thinks the only way to win against the Empire is through absolute, unrelenting force."

Han sighed. "In other words, he's the kind of guy that blows up a whole city block just to kill one stormtrooper."

Tony exhaled. "Oh, so he's that guy."

Han nodded. "Yeah. That guy."

Chewbacca grumbled something low.

Han groaned. "I know, Chewie. We're already in this."

Tony leaned back. "Alright, let's look on the bright side. Maybe he just wants to say thanks for the rescue. Maybe he's got a 'Welcome to the Rebellion' gift basket waiting for you, Rae. Maybe he's just a misunderstood softie."

Han gave him a flat look. "He's not."

Tony sighed. "Yeah, I figured."

Rae shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I need to talk to him."

Han frowned. "Why?"

Rae hesitated, then finally admitted, "Because he knows where my team is."

Han groaned. "Of course he does."

Tony rubbed his temples. "Alright, fine. Space psycho it is. When do we meet this guy?"

Han glanced at the hyperspace display. "About twenty minutes."

Tony exhaled. "Well, that'll be fun."

Han smirked. "Welcome to the big leagues, Stark."

Tony sighed and leaned back against the wall. He had no idea what they were about to walk into, but something told him this was only going to get messier.

And that's another chapter in the bag!

Man, Tony really cannot catch a break, huh? Dude just wanted to find a way home, and now he's helping bust rebel prisoners out of Imperial prisons, dodging blaster fire, blowing stuff up, and accidentally getting tangled up with one of the most extreme rebel leaders in the galaxy. Classic Stark.

At this point, he's basically knee-deep in the drama of a war he didn't even know existed last week. And something tells me it's only gonna get worse before it gets better.

So yeah… things are about to get very interesting. Stay tuned!