The Millennium Falcon emerged from hyperspace, cutting through the darkness of space as the navigation console beeped, signaling their destination. Below them, hidden beneath thick clouds and rocky terrain, was a planet that—at first glance—looked like nothing special.

Han leaned back in the pilot's seat, arms crossed as he studied the readouts. "Alright, we're coming up on the coordinates."

Chewbacca let out a low grunt from the co-pilot's chair, his furry hands already flicking switches to stabilize their descent.

Tony leaned against the doorway, watching with mild interest. "So, uh… where exactly are we?"

Rae, sitting near the Falcon's holotable, glanced at him. "A hidden rebel outpost. It's not on any official charts."

Tony smirked. "Oh, great. Secret underground rebellion base. Real James Bond stuff."

Han turned to him. "You're still making references we don't understand."

Tony shrugged. "That's on you guys."

The Falcon descended through the thick clouds, breaking through to reveal a sprawling canyon system with massive rock formations jutting out like jagged knives. Nestled between the cliffs, half-buried in the terrain, was the rebel outpost—a hodgepodge of repurposed ships, camouflaged bunkers, and stolen Imperial tech.

Han whistled. "Well, they sure know how to hide."

The ship's comm crackled to life. A gruff voice came through. "Unidentified vessel, you're entering restricted airspace. Identify yourself or be fired upon."

Han rolled his eyes, reaching for the comm. "Relax, we're the delivery guys."

A brief silence. Then—"Proceed to Landing Bay 3. And don't try anything funny."

Tony smirked. "I always try something funny."

Han sighed. "Yeah, that's what worries me."

The Falcon touched down in the landing bay, its engines hissing as the landing struts extended. The air was thick with dust as the ship's ramp lowered, revealing a small welcoming committee waiting outside.

Saw Gerrera stood at the front of the group.

He was older, battle-worn, with piercing eyes that had seen too much. His clothes were mismatched with armor plating, scarred, and dented from years of combat. A mechanical breathing apparatus hummed at his side, and his posture was one of a man who expected an attack at any moment.

Han sighed. "Great. Here we go."

Chewbacca let out a low grumble.

Rae, however, stepped forward, shoulders squared.

Saw studied her for a moment before a small, approving smile touched his lips. "Rae Cynis… You made it."

She nodded. "Took a little longer than expected, but yeah."

Saw's gaze flickered to Han, Tony, and Chewbacca. "And I assume these are the ones responsible for that impressive little prison break?"

Han smirked. "What can I say? We've got a knack for making Imperials look incompetent."

Tony folded his arms. "Yeah, and blowing things up. Lots of that."

Saw let out a raspy chuckle. "Good. We need people like that."

Han tensed slightly. "Speaking of need, let's talk payment."

Saw nodded. "Yes. You will be compensated." He turned to one of his men and gestured for them to retrieve something from inside the base.

Tony glanced at Han. "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen you care this much about getting paid before."

Han shot him a look. "I always care about getting paid."

Saw looked over the group again, his expression thoughtful. "You pulled off something incredible. Breaking into an Imperial prison, extracting one of our people, and getting out in one piece? That's not just skill. That's something more."

Tony smirked. "Yeah, it's called being awesome."

Saw ignored the comment. "I could use people like you."

Han's smirk dropped instantly. "Oh, no. We're not joining your little war."

Chewbacca rumbled in agreement.

Tony raised a hand. "Yeah, I second that. I didn't exactly wake up this morning thinking, 'Hey, let's topple an intergalactic dictatorship.'"

Saw studied him. "Yet, from what I hear, you fought off TIE Fighters, destroyed Imperial assets, and personally took down half their security force."

Tony shrugged. "I mean, yeah, but that was mostly for fun."

Han rolled his eyes. "Look, we did the job, we got the girl, now we get paid and move on. Simple as that."

Saw smiled slightly. "You're smugglers. I get it. But I also know that men like you don't just care about credits."

Han smirked. "You'd be surprised."

Saw turned to Tony. "And you?"

Tony exhaled, rubbing his jaw. "Look, I'll be honest—I don't know much about this war of yours. Yet. But I do know what a fascist government hell-bent on controlling everything looks like. And I really, really hate those guys."

Han sighed. "Oh no."

Tony grinned. "And let's be real—I'm lucky enough to be an Avenger. Kind of our thing to stop evil governments from ruining people's lives."

Saw's eyes lit up with interest. "An Avenger?"

Tony waved it off. "Long story. Point is, I can't just sit back while space-Hitler's forces stomp all over innocent people."

Han groaned. "Oh, come on, Stark."

Tony turned to him. "What? You're telling me you've never once thought about sticking it to the Empire?"

Han hesitated. "I mean…"

Tony smirked. "See?"

Chewbacca let out a deep, considering growl.

Han gave him an exasperated look. "You too? Seriously?"

Tony clapped a hand on Han's shoulder. "Hey, if I'm in, you're in. Who else is gonna try to steal my armor and sell it if I bite the dust?"

Han rolled his eyes. "I hate that you make a good point."

Saw chuckled. "You'll be compensated for your work, Solo."

Han sighed. "Alright, fine. We'll stick around. For now."

Saw smiled. "Good. You won't regret it."

Tony muttered, "Yeah, that's never a good sign."

Rae crossed her arms. "Welcome to the rebellion, gentlemen."

Han shook his head. "I already regret this."

Tony smirked. "Relax. How bad could it be?"

The Rebel hangar was nothing like the high-tech, sterile labs Tony was used to back on Earth. It was gritty, chaotic, and full of barely held-together ships that had clearly seen more battles than maintenance checks. The entire space buzzed with activity—mechanics yelling orders, pilots prepping for their next run, and droids zipping between ships carrying spare parts.

And right in the middle of it all, surrounded by a small crowd of wide-eyed rebels, stood Tony Stark.

Or rather, his suit, which he was currently working on with a wrench that looked like it had been salvaged from a scrap heap. The Iron Man armor was propped up in an open stance, arc reactor pulsing faintly as Tony fiddled with the inner mechanics of the right arm.

He could feel their eyes on him.

The rebels had never seen anything like his suit before. Some whispered among themselves, while others just gawked openly.

One of the younger mechanics, a scrappy-looking guy with grease stains all over his jumpsuit, finally broke the silence. "I… I've never seen tech like this. What kind of armor is that?"

Tony, without looking up, casually twisted a bolt into place. "Oh, this? Just your standard, everyday one-man army. You know, repulsors, guided missiles, flight capabilities, unbreakable sass module—nothing fancy."

Another rebel, a female pilot with a scar running across her cheek, stepped forward, looking at the arc reactor with open fascination. "What's this thing?"

Tony finally glanced up. "That? That's my heart. Well, not literally, but close enough."

The younger mechanic tilted his head. "Is it a kyber-powered core?"

Tony blinked. "A what now?"

The pilot squinted. "Wait, so… is it some kind of miniaturized hyperdrive?"

Tony chuckled. "Oh, you guys are adorable. Look, I could explain it, but unless you've got a degree in nuclear physics, mechanical engineering, and 'being awesome,' it's gonna go over your heads."

A murmur went through the crowd. Some seemed impressed. Others just looked even more confused.

Tony sighed, setting down his tools and finally turning to properly address them. "Alright, look. Long story short? This suit is one-of-a-kind. You're not gonna find another like it anywhere in the galaxy." He smirked. "Believe me, I checked."

The scarred pilot smirked. "So you're saying it's priceless."

Tony pointed at her. "Exactly."

Another rebel whistled. "You ever think about building more?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, because that went so well the last time someone tried to mass-produce my tech."

The young mechanic frowned. "Wait—who tried?"

Tony waved a hand dismissively. "Doesn't matter. Let's just say the last time someone stole my designs, I had to punch them out of the sky."

The group shared a look. Then, one of them muttered, "Yeah… let's not steal from this guy."

Tony grinned. "Now you're getting it."

The rebels eventually began to disperse, leaving Tony to get back to work. He exhaled and adjusted his augmented sunglasses, tapping the side to activate a hidden display.

"Alright, J," he muttered under his breath. "Any luck?"

Jarvis' voice chimed into his earpiece, crisp and dry. "If by 'luck' you mean 'successfully bypassing every firewall, security measure, and classified encryption in this base'—then yes. Quite a bit of luck."

Tony smirked. "Knew I could count on you."

Jarvis continued. "I have compiled all available star maps, historical records, and hyperspace route logs currently accessible in the rebellion's database."

Tony leaned against the suit, rubbing his chin. "And? Anything that looks even remotely like home?"

A brief pause. Then—"Unfortunately, sir, nothing concrete. There is no mention of Earth anywhere in these records."

Tony sighed. "Figures."

Jarvis hesitated. "However… I have identified a few anomalies."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"There are several mentions of lost star systems, areas of space that remain unexplored or deliberately uncharted. Some of these anomalies bear faint similarities to Earth's astronomical data—though none are conclusive."

Tony stroked his beard. "Alright, it's a lead. Keep digging."

"Understood, sir."

Just as Tony was about to close the display, a new voice cut through the hangar.

"You hacking into the rebellion's database?"

Tony froze.

Slowly, he turned his head to see Han Solo standing behind him, arms crossed, an unamused expression on his face.

Tony exhaled. "Damn. Busted."

Han walked forward, looking pointedly at the glowing holographic display hovering in front of Tony. "You mind telling me what you're looking for?"

Tony casually tapped his sunglasses, shutting the display off. "Oh, you know. Just a little light reading. Gotta stay informed."

Han wasn't buying it. "Stark."

Tony sighed. "Fine. I may have accidentally, completely on purpose, hacked into the rebellion's systems."

Han pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dammit, Stark."

Tony held up a hand. "Before you freak out, relax. I wasn't looking up secrets—just trying to find my way home."

Han narrowed his eyes. "And?"

Tony exhaled. "Nothing. No mentions of Earth anywhere. But I did find a few… questionable gaps in the star maps."

Han tilted his head. "What kind of gaps?"

Tony shrugged. "Places that should exist but don't. Either they've been deliberately erased from records, or no one's ever gone far enough to find out."

Han frowned. "Huh."

Tony folded his arms. "Yeah. 'Huh' is right."

Han sighed. "Look, if anyone finds out you hacked into their systems, you're gonna piss off a lot of people."

Tony smirked. "Please. I was in and out so cleanly, they'll never know."

Just as he finished speaking, a loud, blaring siren echoed through the base.

Han gave him a flat look. "Uh-huh."

Tony raised a finger. "Okay. That's probably unrelated."

Chewbacca roared from the far side of the hangar, storming toward them.

Han turned. "What now, big guy?"

Chewie barked something urgent.

Han's face went serious. "Saw wants to see us. Now."

Tony frowned. "And I'm guessing it's not because he wants to give me a 'Welcome to the Rebellion' cake?"

Han sighed. "Probably not."

Tony exhaled, grabbing his helmet off the workbench. "Welp. Guess we're about to find out if hacking the rebellion gets me kicked out or promoted."

Han smirked. "Knowing you? Could be either."

Tony grinned. "I like those odds."

And with that, they headed off toward Saw Gerrera's war room—completely unaware of just how much more complicated things were about to get.

Han, Chewbacca, and Tony made their way through the dimly lit corridors of the rebel base, their boots echoing off the worn metal floors. The alarms that had briefly blared through the base had gone silent, but a thick tension still hung in the air. Whatever Saw wanted, it wasn't good news.

Han exhaled sharply. "Alright, I'll admit it—I thought we were getting dragged in here because of you."

Tony smirked. "You and me both."

Chewbacca let out a low grumble as they turned a corner.

Han glanced at him. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Let's just hope this isn't some 'welcome to the rebellion' suicide mission."

They stepped into Saw Gerrera's war room, a cluttered, chaotic space filled with holo-maps, scattered reports, and the constant chatter of rebel officers relaying information.

Saw stood at the center of it all, arms crossed, brow furrowed, his mechanical breathing apparatus hissing softly. Rae was already there, standing off to the side, her expression grim.

She turned as they entered, nodding slightly.

"Good," Saw said, his voice rough and heavy with urgency. "You're here."

Han folded his arms. "Alright, what's the big emergency?"

Saw motioned toward the large holo-display at the center of the room. It flickered, then projected a three-dimensional map of a distant star system.

"A rebel outpost on the planet Mykapo is under attack," Saw said bluntly. "Imperial forces came down hard. They're outgunned, outnumbered, and calling for help."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "And we're the cavalry?"

Saw nodded. "We're the only ones close enough to respond in time."

Han exhaled sharply, glancing at the map. "What's their situation?"

A rebel officer, a wiry man with dark circles under his eyes, stepped forward. "They managed to send out a distress signal before their communications went dark. Last we heard, they were under heavy fire and running low on supplies."

Saw's gaze hardened. "They won't last long without reinforcements."

Chewbacca let out a low growl.

Han pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright, hold on. How big of an Imperial force are we talking about here?"

The officer pressed a few controls, bringing up real-time Imperial fleet activity in the region.

Tony whistled. "That's a lot of red dots."

Rae frowned. "More than we expected."

Han exhaled. "You really know how to sell a mission, Saw."

Saw's sharp gaze settled on Han. "I'm not here to sell you on anything, Solo. These are our people. They will die if we don't act."

Han held up his hands. "Hey, I get it, alright? I just like to know exactly what we're flying into before we risk getting blown out of the sky."

Tony crossed his arms. "Okay, so let's assume we're crazy enough to do this—which, apparently, we are. What's the plan?"

Saw leaned over the holo-table, the blue light flickering across his scarred face.

"There are two objectives. First, break through the Imperial blockade and deliver supplies to the outpost. Second, evacuate as many rebels as possible before the Empire wipes them out."

Han rubbed his temples. "Great. So we're not just flying into a warzone. We're smuggling cargo through one, too."

Saw gave a sharp nod. "You're good at that."

Han scoffed. "I am, but I usually like to get paid for it."

Tony smirked. "You are getting paid."

Han shot him a look. "Oh yeah?"

Tony gestured toward the map. "Paid in adventure."

Han groaned. "I hate you."

Rae, arms crossed, leaned forward. "We don't have time to debate this. The outpost won't hold much longer."

Tony looked at the Imperial presence on the map again. "Alright, how do we break through? Because judging by the three Imperial cruisers, I'm guessing they're not gonna roll out the welcome mat."

Saw's expression darkened. "We'll need to create a diversion while you slip through."

Tony nodded. "I can do distractions."

Han frowned. "So what? You're just gonna fly up and wave at them?"

Tony grinned. "Oh, Han. Sweet, simple Han. I am the distraction."

Han sighed. "I really don't like how confident you sound when you say things like that."

Tony ignored him, already running calculations in his head. "Jarvis, give me a full readout of my flight capabilities in zero-atmo combat."

Jarvis' voice came through Tony's earpiece. "Running diagnostics now, sir."

Saw watched Tony carefully. "You really think you can draw their attention?"

Tony smirked. "Buddy, I've been annoying fascists my whole life. Watch me work."

Saw nodded. "Good. Then it's settled." He turned to Han. "We'll load the Falcon with supplies. You punch through their defenses while Stark keeps them occupied."

Han groaned. "Yep. This is officially the dumbest thing I've ever agreed to."

Tony clapped him on the back. "You're welcome."

Saw's mechanical breathing apparatus let out a hiss as he stepped forward. "The rebels at Mykapo are counting on us. We cannot fail."

Tony cracked his knuckles. "Oh, don't worry. I don't do failure."

Han sighed. "I really need a drink after this."

Chewbacca let out a low, resigned growl.

Saw motioned to his men. "Prep the ships. We move out in thirty minutes."

Rae turned to Tony, studying him. "You sure you're ready for this?"

Tony grinned. "You clearly don't know me well enough."

Rae smirked. "Alright then. Let's see if you can keep up."

Tony gave her a two-fingered salute. "Just try not to slow me down."

Han shook his head. "We are so gonna die."

With that, the group dispersed, preparing for the most insane rescue mission Tony had ever signed up for.

The Millennium Falcon soared through hyperspace, accompanied by a ragtag fleet of rebel ships, all speeding toward the battle that awaited them on Mykapo. The ship's engines hummed steadily, their familiar rhythm blending with the subtle vibrations of the deck beneath Tony's boots.

Inside the main hold, Tony sat at the holo-table, hunched over his Iron Man suit, running last-minute diagnostics and modifications before the chaos began. His helmet rested on the table, the faceplate flickering faintly as Jarvis cycled through system checks.

His fingers worked fast, adjusting a few wiring components inside the repulsors. His thrusters were already optimized for atmospheric and zero-G combat, but he was tweaking them for tighter maneuverability—just in case things got a little too heated out there.

Which, knowing his luck, they absolutely would.

Chewbacca let out a questioning growl from across the room.

Tony, without looking up, answered, "Nah, just making a few pre-game adjustments. You know, in case someone tries to blow me out of the sky."

Han walked in, shaking his head. "Stark, everyone is going to try to blow you out of the sky."

Tony smirked. "Yeah, but I like to make it extra hard for them."

Han pulled out the co-pilot's chair and sat down with a sigh. "Gotta ask—back on the rebel base, you said you were an 'Avenger.' What the hell is that? Some fancy title?"

Tony chuckled, reaching for a wrench and tightening a loose joint inside his gauntlet. "Oh yeah. Super fancy. It means I get free parking and unlimited breadsticks at any restaurant on Earth."

Han gave him a look.

Chewbacca let out a low rumble that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

Tony smirked. "Alright, alright. It's, uh… kinda like your rebellion. The Avengers are a team of people who take down bad guys, except instead of an evil space empire, we mostly deal with killer robots, aliens, and the occasional Norse god with daddy issues."

Han blinked. "I don't know what half of that means, but it sounds insane."

Tony grinned. "Oh, it absolutely is."

Chewbacca rumbled something, glancing at the Iron Man suit.

Tony nodded. "Yep, the suit's part of it. I built it to, you know, not die whenever someone tries to kill me. Which, fun fact, happens a lot."

Han folded his arms. "And you're telling me there's more of you back on Earth?"

Tony smirked. "Oh yeah. You got a supersoldier who throws a shield, a giant green rage monster, a thunder god, and even a guy with a bow, who, for some reason, keeps up with all of that."

Han snorted. "A bow?"

Tony shrugged. "Don't ask. Even I don't get it."

Han shook his head. "Yeah, well, unless one of those guys shows up with a magic hyperspace jump, it sounds like you're stuck here."

Tony's smirk faltered for a second, but he quickly masked it with another joke. "Yeah, yeah. But hey, at least I get to add 'galactic revolutionary' to my resume."

Han rolled his eyes. "Just don't get us killed."

Before Tony could respond, the ship's comm crackled to life.

"This is Rogue Three, coming up on final approach."

Tony glanced up at the cockpit door. "Ah. Guess we're here."

Han sighed. "Time to find out just how much trouble we're about to fly into."

The Falcon dropped out of hyperspace with a jolt, the swirling blue tunnel of lights retracting into the dark void of space.

Ahead of them was Mykapo, a planet partially covered in sprawling cities and thick jungle regions. But right now, all eyes were on the chaos unfolding above it.

A large Imperial fleet hung in orbit, three Star Destroyers looming over the battlefield like predators, their turbo laser batteries lighting up as they rained fire down on the surface.

Smaller TIE squadrons darted across the void, engaging rebel X-wings and Y-wings in a deadly dance of blaster fire and explosions.

Tony let out a low whistle, standing behind Han and Chewbacca as he took in the view from the cockpit.

"Welp. That's a lot of bad guys."

Han grumbled, gripping the controls. "Yeah, welcome to the party."

Over the comms, Rae's voice crackled through.

"All fighters, form up! Stick to your squads and watch your six!"

Tony smirked, tapping the side of his earpiece. "Hey, Rae. You didn't tell me we were flying into an all-you-can-shoot buffet."

From inside her X-wing, Rae sighed. "Figured you'd like a little action."

"Oh, I do," Tony said. "Just wish I'd brought my bigger missiles."

Han pulled the Falcon into formation with the rest of the Rebel fleet, the smaller ships adjusting their courses to coordinate.

Saw's voice came through the comms. "Alright, you all know the mission. Solo, Stark—get that transport to the outpost. We'll handle the blockade."

Tony cracked his knuckles and turned toward the cargo ramp. "Alright, time for my grand entrance."

Han gave him a look. "You're seriously going out there?"

Tony smirked. "Oh yeah."

Chewbacca growled something low.

Han shook his head. "Fine, just don't get yourself blown up."

Tony shot him finger guns as he walked toward the ramp. "No promises."

The cargo bay doors slid open, exposing the chaos of the battlefield outside. The Falcon swerved, dodging distant laser fire as the Imperial blockade tightened.

Tony stepped onto the ramp, helmet in hand.

"Jarvis, you ready?"

"Of course, sir."

Tony grinned and slipped the helmet on, the faceplate sealing shut. The HUD flickered to life, locking onto enemy targets and scanning the battlefield.

Tony activated his thrusters and leaped off the ramp.

The Falcon peeled away, diving toward the planet, leaving Tony hovering in the vacuum of space as he took in the sight of dozens of Imperial ships scrambling against the rebels.

"Alright, Empire," Tony muttered. "Time to show you what an Avenger can do."

With a burst of repulsor energy, he shot forward, dodging incoming TIE fighters and weaving between laser fire as he barreled toward the blockade.

The distraction was officially on.

The moment Tony Stark shot into the chaos of battle, it was clear that the Imperials had no idea what the hell they were looking at.

His red-and-gold armor gleamed under the distant sun, streaking through space like a rogue comet as he dodged TIE fighter fire and weaved through the laser-streaked battlefield.

Blaster fire sizzled past him, barely missing as he flipped, twisted, and maneuvered in ways no ship could ever replicate.

Inside one of the Imperial Star Destroyers, the bridge crew scrambled to figure out what they were dealing with.

"Commander! We've got unidentified flying hostiles!"

The Imperial officer turned sharply, frowning at the flashing holo-display showing a fast-moving humanoid figure. His eyes narrowed.

"That's… that's not a ship."

"No, sir. It appears to be—"

Before the officer could process the words, the ship's internal comms erupted into pure chaos.

A sharp static buzz rang through every Imperial channel, cutting off their communication. Officers winced at the sound—then, out of nowhere, an electrifying guitar riff blasted through every Imperial speaker.

"Shoot to thrill, play to kill—too many women with too many pills!"

The Imperials froze.

Confusion spread like wildfire across the Star Destroyer. Pilots, officers, stormtroopers, gunners—everyone— were now listening to a song they had never heard before in their lives.

"What—what is that?!"

"It's overriding all channels!"

The Star Destroyer captain's face turned red with rage. "Who hacked our communications?!"

Back on the battlefield, Tony grinned inside his helmet as he blasted two TIE fighters out of the sky.

"Jarvis," Tony said, weaving between enemy fire, "tell me they're loving the playlist."

Jarvis responded smoothly. "Sir, I believe the Imperials are currently experiencing a mix of confusion and existential dread."

Tony smirked. "Good. Let's crank it up."

With a burst of repulsor energy, Tony shot straight toward the largest cluster of Imperial ships.

He banked hard, twisting between two TIE fighters before deploying a small cluster of mini-missiles.

The following explosions rocked the battlefield, sending debris scattering as a wing of TIEs vanished in fireballs.

Inside an Imperial command station, officers scrambled to make sense of the madness.

"Admiral, w-we've never seen anything like this before!"

The admiral's jaw tightened. "What is it? Some kind of experimental suit?"

A radar technician stared at his screen. "It's… it's one guy."

Silence.

The room stared at him.

"Excuse me?" the admiral said slowly.

The tech swallowed. "It's—it's a single armored individual. No ship. No droid support. Just… flying around and blowing things up."

Another technician gawked at the screen. "That's—That's impossible."

The admiral's face was stone cold as he turned to his officers. "Get me everything on this—thing—immediately!"

Tony did a barrel roll, dodging another turbo laser shot before zooming straight toward an Imperial cruiser.

"Jarvis, let's have some fun. What's our most flashy attack right now?"

Jarvis responded instantly. "Sir, I believe two well-placed micro-missiles could cause a rather explosive display."

Tony smirked. "Say no more."

His shoulder panels slid open, revealing a cluster of miniature rockets.

He fired.

The missiles streaked forward, slamming into the cruiser's external shielding. A moment later—

BOOM.

The explosion rippled across the ship's hull, causing a chain reaction of electrical surges that disrupted their targeting systems.

Tony twisted, flipping through the debris field as he lined up his next shot.

But before he could fire—

A squadron of elite TIE Interceptors peeled away from their patrols, zeroing in on him.

"Oh, great," Tony muttered. "They're learning."

The Interceptors swarmed, moving faster than the standard TIEs. They synchronized their fire, trying to pin him down.

Tony juked hard left, ducking under an incoming volley before deploying flares to mess with their targeting systems.

"Jarvis, what's the play?"

Jarvis' voice was calm as ever. "Sir, I'd suggest making them shoot each other."

Tony grinned. "Love that idea."

He cut his thrusters mid-flight, dropping suddenly as two TIE Interceptors overshot their mark.

One panicked. The other fired.

BOOM.

The collision sent both fighters spinning into fiery wreckage.

Tony boosted back up, spiraling past them as he went after the remaining ships.

Han glanced at the radar, watching Tony's blazing path of destruction.

Han muttered, "I can't decide if he's insane or a genius."

Chewbacca let out a low growl.

Han sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Probably both."

Their comm crackled.

"Hey, Solo," Tony's voice came through, casual despite dodging death. "Your cargo's almost clear. Hope you're enjoying the free fireworks."

Han rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, just don't die, alright?"

Tony smirked. "Relax. I never die on the first date."

Rae's voice cut in. "Stark, we've got more reinforcements incoming. If you're gonna take down any more targets, now's the time."

Tony's eyes locked onto the remaining Imperial defenses.

He grinned. "Oh, I'm just getting started."

With that, he dove straight back into the fray, repulsors blazing as AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" continued to blast through the Imperial comms.

The Millennium Falcon screamed through Mykapo's atmosphere, thrusters blazing as Han kept the controls tight, maneuvering through the heavy turbulence. The air was thick with blaster fire and explosions, the distant city below lit up like a war zone.

Chewbacca barked out a low growl, gripping the controls tightly as they dipped through a gap in the cloud cover, revealing the carnage on the surface.

Below them, the rebel outpost was under siege.

Imperial walkers—big, hulking AT-STs—stomped through the ruins, their blaster cannons unloading fire onto barricaded rebel positions.

The remnants of the rebel forces were holding a makeshift perimeter around a cluster of battered buildings, smoke and fire rising from impact zones.

Blaster bolts streaked through the sky as the defending rebels desperately held their ground. Their numbers were thin, and it was clear they weren't going to last much longer.

Han exhaled. "This just keeps getting better."

The comm crackled to life.

"Millennium Falcon, this is Captain Varlo of Mykapo Base. You're a damn sight for sore eyes."

Han grabbed the comm. "Yeah, yeah, save the thanks for later. You got a clear LZ for us?"

"Not exactly. We've got Imperials crawling all over our position. The best I can give you is a clearing south of our HQ, but it's hot."

Han gritted his teeth, pulling the Falcon into a steep descent.

"I hate hot landings."

The ships following the Falcon—a few scrappy rebel transports—stayed in formation, hugging close to Han's lead.

A sharp beep on the Falcon's dashboard made Han's stomach tighten.

Chewbacca growled a warning.

Han glanced at the radar—two TIE Fighters had broken off from the main dogfight and were diving toward them.

Han flipped the comm back on.

"Uh, any chance you guys can clear the airspace for us before we get turned into spare parts?"

"Negative, Falcon. Our air support is tied up. You're on your own for now."

Han groaned. "Of course we are."

The TIEs closed in fast, their green lasers streaking past the Falcon as Han jerked the ship sideways, dodging by inches.

Chewbacca let out a roar, flipping switches as the turrets came online.

Han gritted his teeth. "Alright, let's dance."

He spun the Falcon sharply, diving between the burning remains of skyscrapers, trying to shake the fighters.

One of the rebel transports flying alongside them wasn't so lucky. A volley of TIE fire slammed into its side, sending it spiraling toward the ground in flames.

Han winced. "That's not good."

Another barrage of laser fire grazed the Falcon's shields.

Han flipped the comms open. "Stark! If you're done making the Imperials cry, a little air support would be nice!"

Tony was still weaving through Imperial defenses, dodging fire and blasting apart TIEs like a one-man war machine.

The music still blared through the hacked comms, and the Imperials were frantically trying to regain control of their own channels.

He twisted midair, firing a repulsor blast into an enemy fighter, sending it spiraling toward a Star Destroyer.

The comm in his helmet crackled.

Tony glanced down at his HUD, spotting Han's TIE problem.

"Alright, alright, don't get your vest in a twist."

Tony angled himself downward, boosting through the lower atmosphere. The heat resistance on the suit kicked in as he tore through the clouds like a burning meteor.

One of the TIEs chasing Han got a lock, its laser cannons spitting green fire toward the Falcon.

Tony shot straight past it, spinning midair and unloading a repulsor blast right into the cockpit.

The TIE erupted in flames, spiraling toward the city below.

Han let out a relieved breath. "I hate that I'm starting to like you."

Tony smirked. "Yeah, I grow on people. Like a stylish, high-tech fungus."

The second TIE Fighter peeled off, realizing it was now horribly outmatched.

Tony locked onto it and boosted forward.

"Jarvis, deploy the humiliation tactic."

"Executing now, sir."

Suddenly, the hacked Imperial comms cut out. The music stopped.

Silence.

Then, Tony's voice broadcasted across every Imperial channel.

"Hey, fellas! Just wanted to say—your pilots suck."

The Imperials scrambled to mute their speakers.

Tony fired a precision shot, hitting the last TIE's engine and sending it into a wild, spiraling crash.

Han laughed. "I can't believe that actually worked."

Tony smirked. "Never underestimate the power of tactical trash talk."

With the airspace clear, Han focused on the landing.

The Falcon and the remaining rebel transports touched down hard in the rubble-strewn courtyard of the rebel outpost.

As the landing gear engaged, the cargo doors hissed open, and rebel soldiers rushed forward to unload the desperately needed supplies.

Blaster fire still crackled in the distance, and the sky above was an absolute mess of aerial combat.

Han sprinted down the ramp, blaster in hand, as Captain Varlo—leader of the outpost—met them in a rush.

Varlo was grimy, wounded, and had the look of someone who hadn't slept in days. But his eyes lit up with relief when he saw the supplies coming in.

"You actually made it," Varlo breathed.

Han smirked. "Yeah, well, I like making impossible things look easy."

Chewbacca let out a deep affirmative growl as he and the others started helping unload the cargo.

Varlo nodded. "We've got injured who need evac, and we're running low on ammo. This shipment might just buy us enough time to hold."

Han frowned. "You're staying?"

Varlo nodded. "Not all of us. We'll evacuate the wounded, but we need to keep some boots on the ground. We can't let the Empire take this base."

Han exhaled. "Alright. Just don't expect me to get sentimental."

Varlo smirked. "Wouldn't dream of it."

A few minutes later, a red-and-gold streak shot from the sky.

Tony landed in the center of the rebel outpost, his repulsors kicking up dust as he landed.

A few rebels stared in awe.

Varlo took one look at him and muttered, "What in the hell…"

Tony casually stepped forward, his helmet retracting to reveal his usual smug grin.

Han smirked, walking past him. "Yeah, yeah, I know. He's weird. But trust me—he's useful."

Tony clapped his hands together. "Alright! Cargo's delivered, TIEs exploded, and my playlist is still on loop inside the Empire's comm systems." He glanced around at the still-active war zone. "So, uh… what's next?"

Varlo and Han exchanged a glance.

Varlo exhaled. "We need one last push to get the wounded out. And if we're lucky… maybe take down some of those walkers while we're at it."

Tony grinned. "Oh, I am absolutely down for that."

Han groaned. "I knew you were gonna say that."

Tony shrugged. "Hey, you brought for the ride."

Han sighed. "I hate that you're right."

The sun over Mykapo burned low on the horizon, casting a smoky orange hue over the shattered buildings and burning wreckage. The Imperial walkers still loomed in the distance, hammering away at the last of the rebel defensive lines, but their attention had shifted.

To him.

Tony rocketed low over the rubble, repulsors screaming, a stream of laser fire tracking behind him. Blaster bolts from entrenched stormtroopers splashed uselessly against his armor, and as he banked hard over a ruined outpost turret, he unleashed a barrage of micro-missiles.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

A trio of AT-ST walkers crumpled in the blasts, debris raining down on stunned squads of Imperials.

"Jarvis, how we doing on clearing the west side?"

"Enemy armor has been neutralized. The main corridor is open. Reinforcements may arrive within six minutes."

"Perfect," Tony muttered, touching down beside a pair of panting rebels crouched behind the cover. His faceplate retracted. "Alright, gentlemen, let's get those wounded moving."

They nodded quickly. One of them shouted into a handheld comm, "West corridor secure! Go, go, go!"

Tony watched as dozens of wounded rebels—burned, limping, supported by medics—began making their way across the crumbling courtyard toward the old hangars. Some were on stretchers. Others were helping each other walk.

Tony stepped forward and lifted one of the stretchers with ease, carrying it like it weighed nothing. "Let's hustle, people. Empire's not gonna wait around while we do group therapy."

Captain Varlo, half his face wrapped in bloodied gauze, ran up beside him. "You just bought us enough time to get them out. We've got two transports prepped—once the wounded are loaded, they lift off."

Chewbacca growled over comms, voice full of urgency.

Tony tapped the side of his helmet. "Say again, big guy?"

Han's voice came next. "We've got company circling back overhead. You've got maybe five minutes tops."

Tony winced. "Better than three."

Rebel soldiers and volunteers moved like a well-oiled machine, funneling the wounded toward the open hangar doors, where the Falcon and two battered shuttlecraft were being prepped for launch.

Tony hovered a few feet off the ground, using his suit's scanners to monitor enemy movement. He dipped low to help guide another wave of evacuees through a collapsing tunnel, using his repulsors to blow away rubble and clear a path.

"Okay, someone's definitely going to write a song about me after this."

Jarvis piped in. "Shall I begin composing potential titles, sir?"

"Let's put a pin in that."

Just then, across the field, Varlo's handheld comm sparked violently with static.

"Hold," Varlo said, holding it up. "I'm getting something."

The signal was garbled and distorted with a background of blaster fire and panicked shouting.

"…we're being overrun—! They're cutting through our line—one of them's not human—"

Another voice: "…it's not a trooper—it's wearing black armor—he's got a red—"

Static.

The entire signal cut out.

Varlo stared at the comm, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

Han's voice cracked over the shared channel. "Varlo, you still there?"

Varlo slowly lowered the comm. "We lost contact with the north flank. They were guarding our final approach lane."

Tony, standing just a few feet away, cocked an eyebrow. "Alright, what the hell did that mean? Not human? Black armor?"

Rae's voice chimed in over the comm, serious and low. "You didn't recognize the description?"

Tony shook his head. "You people keep acting like I should have a subscription to 'Galactic Villains Monthly.'"

Varlo's jaw clenched. "We may have just walked into something a lot worse than stormtroopers."

Han's voice came next—calm, but colder than usual. "If they're saying he's here… then we're in deep trouble."

Tony looked between them. "Okay, someone want to explain what 'he' means?"

But before anyone could respond, a rebel lookout near the hangar doors shouted, "Movement! Eastern ridge!"

They all turned as a sudden hush swept across the airfield.

At the far edge of the smoke and debris, three figures emerged from the dust.

The first was tall and clad in dark robes, a double-bladed red lightsaber ignited in his hand. An Inquisitor.

Beside him, a second—a woman in black armor, helmet obscuring her face, stalking forward like a predator.

And behind them—towering, cloaked in black, breathing loud and mechanical—

Darth Vader.

The effect on the rebel troops was instantaneous.

Fear.

Not just panic. Not just nerves. It was a bone-deep fear, the kind that clawed its way into your lungs and sat on your chest.

Tony stared.

"Okay… that definitely looks bad."

He glanced over at Varlo. "Who the hell is that?"

Varlo didn't look away. "Vader."

Tony frowned. "Like… a general or something?"

Rae's voice, grim, came through the channel. "He's not a general. He's the Empire's monster. He hunts Jedi. Rebels. Anyone they don't like."

The Inquisitors stepped apart from him, each flanking Vader, like shadows splitting from their master.

The hangar floodlights flickered, and the temperature in the air felt colder, even with fire and smoke raging all around them.

Tony's HUD immediately flagged all three as high-risk threats, even without a database match.

He clenched his jaw. "Right. Definitely punching one of those guys before we leave."

Varlo turned to the loading area. "We've got to move now."

The transports had their engines live, ready for launch, while rebel medics rushed to get the last wounded aboard.

Stormtroopers began flanking the Inquisitors, charging forward and opening fire.

Tony turned toward the line of advancing troops. "Jarvis, weapons hot."

"Always, sir."

Repulsors glowed in both palms.

Tony smirked. "Let's give 'em hell."

The storm came in fast.

As the first wave of stormtroopers charged across the smoke-choked landing field, the rebel defenders fired back from behind crates, landing gear struts, and broken barricades. Blaster bolts cracked through the air, lighting the twilight with bolts of red and blue.

But Tony didn't flinch.

He launched into the air in a blur of red and gold, his repulsors igniting beneath his palms and boots. With a sharp twist of his body, he barreled toward the oncoming troopers, twisting between their shots with impossible speed.

"Jarvis," he muttered, already lining up a shot, "let's paint some targets."

A half-second later, six red diamonds lit up on his HUD.

"Targets marked, sir."

Tony's eyes locked on. "Light 'em up."

His micro-missiles deployed, streaking through the air like hornets. Six precise explosions tore through the advancing stormtroopers, sending bodies flying and knocking several more to the ground in a concussive wave.

From below, Han's voice crackled through the comms. "That was a little close, Stark."

"I measured it," Tony said, looping around and hitting the thrusters to dodge a turret blast from one of the walkers. "You're still breathing, aren't you?"

The Falcon's turret roared to life, Chewbacca manning the gun as he cut down another wave of incoming troops. Rebel transports roared their engines louder, ramp doors lowering, medics and soldiers ushering the wounded aboard as quickly as they could.

Tony descended hard, landing in front of the main line like a meteor. The earth beneath him cracked as he stood upright, smoke hissing from the repulsor vents in his palms. He turned toward the field—

And froze.

There they were.

The Inquisitors.

And Darth Vader.

The last of the stormtroopers had formed a perimeter behind them, almost as if giving space to what was about to happen. The battlefield went unnaturally still. The screams and gunfire dulled for just a moment under the weight of their presence.

Tony narrowed his eyes, his helmet folding back down into place.

"Jarvis," he said quietly, "what do we know about these three?"

Jarvis answered calmly, but Tony could tell even the AI was… confused. "Nothing known in initial scans. However, I am detecting significant gravitational anomalies localized around their positions. Almost as if… something is bending mass. Or space itself."

Tony frowned. "That's not ominous at all."

The two Inquisitors raised their lightsabers—one single-bladed, the other spinning their dual-bladed hilt with a metallic shriek.

Darth Vader said nothing. Just… walked forward. Slow. Purposeful.

Tony raised both arms, repulsors warming with a low hum.

"Alright, scary helmet guy, this is the part where you tell me to surrender, and I make some snappy comeback you won't like."

Vader didn't stop.

Tony's suit whirred as targeting systems locked on. "Okay. So… no snappy comeback. Got it."

He fired.

Two twin blasts exploded from his palms, and he raced forward.

In a blur, the male Inquisitor's saber spun, deflecting both shots into the dirt.

"Cute trick," Tony muttered, shifting his angle and letting off a salvo of mini-rockets.

The female Inquisitor stepped forward, slicing them mid-air, one by one. The last two exploded against the ground, sending plumes of fire and shrapnel across the field—but the three figures just kept walking through the fire.

"Okay, that's cheating," Tony muttered.

And then Vader raised a hand.

Tony didn't know what he expected. Maybe some big flashy energy beam. A classic villain monologue.

Instead, his entire body locked up.

He didn't move. Couldn't move.

"Jarvis… Jarvis?"

"Sir—abnormal energy fields—feedback loops—diagnostics failing—"

And then he was lifted.

Not by any thruster.

Not by any explosion.

Just lifted. Into the air.

"Nope. Nope! That's not physics. That's not science! That's not—" His body slammed sideways into a crumbled building with a sickening crunch of metal.

The HUD blinked wildly as he hit the ground, armor skidding in sparks across the cracked pavement.

"Systems damaged," Jarvis said, flickering. "Main thruster alignment off by thirty-seven percent. Right shoulder actuator failing."

Tony groaned. "I think my ribs are in my knees."

He tried to push up, but his right arm faltered.

In the distance, Vader's heavy mechanical breathing grew louder.

"Target is recovering," one Inquisitor said coldly.

"Finish him," Vader replied.

Tony, coughing inside the helmet, struggled to his knees.

"Oh, hell no," he growled.

The repulsors flickered back online. He thrust both arms forward and let off another blast, more desperate this time. It slammed into the female Inquisitor, sending her skidding back a few feet—but she caught herself with an inhuman twist of her body and stood, seemingly unscathed.

Then she lifted her hand.

The world buckled.

A force slammed into Tony like a semi-truck, flipping him backward and into a stack of destroyed crates. His HUD shattered in static for a moment.

Jarvis flickered. "Warning: Internal stabilizers failing."

Tony, groaning, peeled himself off the ground. "Note to self—next upgrade, immunity to freaky space magic."

A voice echoed across the battlefield, deep and cold.

"You are nothing."

Tony's eyes narrowed inside the cracked HUD.

"And you are… really dramatic."

Suddenly, a rumble in the sky—the sound of shuttle engines.

The rebel transports were lifting off, engines roaring as they began their vertical ascent.

Vader turned his head slowly to watch the ships rising.

Tony saw the shift.

He tapped into his suit's audio system, sending his voice across rebel channels.

"Now! Everyone who's not on a shuttle—run! Get clear! I've got this covered."

Han's voice came through immediately. "Stark, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Tony, now standing unsteadily but still grinning, looked out over the smoking battlefield.

"Buying you time."

With a scream of metal, he launched himself once more into the air, shaky but flying, repulsors screaming as he rocketed straight toward Vader.

The Dark Lord raised his saber.

Tony roared, "You wanna play rough?! Let's go, cape man!"

Whew, okay—so that escalated quickly.

Things are definitely heating up now that Vader and his Force-wielding goon squad have made their grand entrance. Tony might be a genius in a flying tank, but let's be real... he's officially playing on hard mode now.

Will he make it out of this in one piece? Or at least with his sarcasm intact? I honestly have no idea yet—but it's gonna be wild finding out.

Thanks for reading, and buckle up—this ride's just getting started.