Omega Sqadron Black Knights
Chapter 11

Kaz chewed on the inside of her lip, running the scenario through in her head, her impatience growing as she neared the drop out point for the Home Two. It would take time to ready the Rescue Shuttle and the other two X-wings - time the crew of the destroyed freighter didn't have. The Coral had no idea how long the wreck had been there before they arrived, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. Potentially the escape pods could keep them alive for days, but if the Empire had attacked then goddess knew what sort of state any surviving pods were in. Damn! Damn it!

A line of text appeared on the screen. She read it, unable to stop the small smile that tugged at the edge of her lips, "I'm sorry, Arfore. I wasn't ignoring you. I was just thinking."

Another string of characters appeared, asking about the freighter. "I don't know," she told the little droid, "But we'll do what we can... Just be ready to transmit the co-ordinates the Coral gave us as soon as we drop into normal space."

She checked the chronometer again. Three minutes... Come on! Come on!

She had poured on the power, risking Enilra's wrath by over-stressing the engines, trying to get back to the Home Two as fast as she could. And at this speed she would drop out a good few minutes before Xen and the Coral. With any luck, Lainy and Shei would have stayed in the hanger, waiting for them getting back. All she could do now was hope that the Flight hadn't started stripping down their X-wings.

Arfore dumped a page of data onto the screen, telling her that they were approaching the drop-out point. She started the checks, forcing herself to take her time, knowing that if she rushed them she would miss something and that could cause even more problems. A chime rang in her earpiece and then she was pushed slightly forward into the restraints as the hyperspace corridor shattered into the darkness of normal space. Ahead of her, the Home Two sat gracefully silent.

"Arfore, start transmitting the co-ordinates!" She toggled the comms switch, giving the Alliance’ emergency code signal. "Condition Red! Condition Red! Condition Red! Home Two, this is Knight Leader."

The call was answered immediately, "Knight Leader, Home Two, Condition Red acknowledged. Go ahead!"

"Freighter down!" Kaz began, "I say again, freighter down. Search and Rescue required. Transmitting the co-ordinates to you now! Requesting immediate refuel. Knight Two is five minutes behind."

On the bridge of the Mon Cal vessel the controller glanced across to the Ops officer who gave him a thumbs up, telling him, "Co-ordinates coming through. And the Knights are already launching."

The controller grinned, turning back to the console, "Copied, Knight Leader. We have the co-ordinates. And Omega is already in the air."

Kaz had taken another breath, about to give the controller more information when she suddenly realised what he'd said. She blinked, then toggled the switch, "Home Two, say again!"

"Six fighters and one rescue shuttle just launched out of the hanger, heading your way," he told her.

And then the voice of her oldest friend told her, "Knight Leader, this is Knight Three plus six, requesting further instructions."

How? Kaz thought briefly. Then she grinned, deciding not to question the fates. "Negative, Knight Three, you have control. We'll refuel then join you."

"Copied, Knight Leader. How bad is the Coral hit?"

"It's not the Coral, Lainy, it's the supply ship she was due to meet. The Coral reported complete destruction but signs of survivors."

Lainy glanced at her data screen as Goose dropped information onto it, "Roger that, Kaz." She scrolled quickly down through the data, "All wings confirm co-ordinates locked and routing loaded!"

The Controller on the Home Two waited until the shuttle, the last of the Omega ships, had checked in. Behind him, the Ops officer reported, "Another T-65 coming through!"

Then a junior officer told him, "Hangar five report they're ready for a hot refuel, Sir."

The Controller nodded telling Hawkspar, "Knight One, route direct to the hangar. They're ready and waiting. Break, break. Knight Two this is the Home Two, do you copy?"

"Reading you loud and clear, Home Two," Xen's voice confirmed, "Requesting instructions."

"Follow Knight Leader to the hanger for immediate refuel."

"Copied, following Knight Leader."

"Home Two," Lainy reported, "Omega is locked, loaded and ready to jump!"

"Roger that, Knight Three, jump at your discretion! Force be with you."

Lainy grinned, accelerating away from the huge bulk of the Mon Cal cruiser, "Copied Home Two." She checked the data screen, making sure that the other X-wings were following. "Omega, all wings jump to hyperspace on my command."

~ * ~

The T-65 settled onto the deck with a thump, ground crews rushing in as Kaz started the after-landing checks. Then a voice crackled in her earpiece, "Commander?"

Hawkspar look up, out of the cockpit, "Yeh?"

Lori Enilra was standing at the side of the fighter, talking into the Deck Officer’s comset. "Keep the engines running, we’ll do a hot refuel."

Kaz lifted her hand in acknowledgement, "Copied, Flight. Xen, you get that?"

Xen’s voice confirmed, "Copied that, Boss."

Kaz glanced at the checklist, then back at Enilra who was turning to walk away. "Flight, you got a minute?"

She saw Lori look round first at her X-wing then at Xen’s. Then she smiled, telling her, "Yeh, they got it under control."

"When did the others arrive?"

"Not long after you went out. And Ops just informed me that we’ve got two more coming in later."

Kaz grinned. They were almost up to a half Flight… She keyed the mike again, "Any idea who arrived?"

Lori shook her head, "No, but Catterin left her data pad with Ymra. I could find out."

"Thanks, Flight! I owe you one!"

"Only one?" Xen quipped. "Don’t let her fool you, Flight!"

"As if I would! You owe me about ten, Commander Hawkspar!" Lori laughed, walking away towards the Deck Officer’s niche.

In the gallery above the hanger, Maggs Ronnoc watched the scene below, listening to the conversation on her headset, waiting to ask her own questions. As the Flight walked away, she pressed the com button, "Commander? Lieutenant Commander Ronnoc…"

"Maggs!" Kaz greeted, checking the engine’s temperature gauges, "What do you need to know?"

"The Coral’s just docking, but I need an idea of what happened…"

"Okay…" Kaz frowned at one of the readouts. "Maggs, just standby for a second…" The gauge was showing green, but every now and then it flickered to red before settling back into the green. Sighing, she pulling up more data. She had definitely over-stressed the starboard coolant coupling. Swearing, she entertained briefly the thought of shutting down. But the data showed that it would hold - for now. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. And even if it did get worse she could reduce the power settings and limp home…

Still… "Damn!" she thought. "Looks like you’re not going to get away with it, Kaz..." The Flight was going to chew her out for this big time.

"Maggs?"

"I’m here," Ronnoc replied, then asked, "Problems?"

"No," Kaz lied easily. Then changed the subject, "The Coral was late for the rendezvous. When it turned up the captain said that the supply freighter he was supposed to have met with before us had been destroyed. There were survivors, but the Coral didn’t have the facilities to bring them aboard, so she headed for our rendezvous."

"Was it an accident, or was it the Empire?" Maggs asked softly.

"They said that it had been hit and completely destroyed."

"I’ll take that as a hostile act…" the Intelligence Officer muttered softly.

"I’d bet money on it, Maggs."

"Commander?" Lori interrupted.

"Go, Flight."

"The pilots that arrived are Dalhanyo Grandeen, Xen Emaar, and the other two were ferry pilots. Baz and Hobbie went out."

Xen’s heart sank as she heard her sister’s name. So Em was already here… She had dreaded this from the moment Kaz had told her that Emaar was joining the Knights. They could have put her in Rogue, or in one of the A-wing squadrons. But no, they had put her in this one. Unless, of course she had asked for the Knights… Could Em have somehow known that she was in this squadron? She sighed in disgust. Come on, Edraa, be serious. You disappeared off the face of the galaxy, you didn’t tell her what you were doing, you haven’t seen her for two years…

Xen sighed again, shaking her head. She was still finding it hard enough to believe that Em had left the ranks of the Imperial Navy. She had always been staunchly pro-Emperor, even after Alderaan. But people changed, didn’t they… So what the hells had happened to make her big sister no only leave the Imperial Navy but defect to the Alliance?

Unless Aunt Bel had finally admitted the truth…

The most important question now, she decided, was how the hells Em was going to react when she saw her?

~ # ~

Wedge Antilles took deep, quavering breaths, trying to fight down the nausea that threatened to swamp him. The sudden rush of adrenalin had faded, leaving him a shaking, physical wreck with little to do but think about what had just happened. He ran the scenario over and over in his mind, trying to work out if there was something he could have done, some way to help rather than just turning tail and running. But it was too much for him to accept, the concept incomprehensible. The Regimen Hope was gone...

How could they...? How could they have done it...? A medical frigate for Fates' sake. And Paco... Goddess, Paco, I'm sorry...

He tried to swallow down the lump that appeared suddenly in his throat. He closed his eyes against the burning sting of the tears that welled up and spilled down his cheeks.

Paco... One of the few who had made it out of Hoth... That left only four that he knew of. And Hobbie had been reassigned.

A small voice at the back of his mind warned him that he was losing it, warned him that he had to pull himself together and be strong for the others or they could all go to pieces...

But the tears, now they had begun, refused to stop. The ache in his throat expanded down into his chest and he wept openly, breaking his heart in the loneliness of the machine that was the only home he had left.

~ * ~

Once the X-wings had turned tail and run from the location, Templ’s men were ordered to stay out for a while to make sure that no other Rebel ships arrived. An hour later, confident that none would show, Templ ordered his pilots back to the Domination.

There was no chatter over the comm units on the short flight back, which was unusual from the Zeta pilots. Normally, they were full of banter and playful comments and insults for each other. On this occasion they were all silent. Largely due to Maclen’s comment, Templ thought.

They were almost at the docking bays now, and Templ decided to take some action. He flipped the switch to activate the ship-to-ship comm.

"Zeta Three, I want to see you in debrief as soon as we land. Got that?" His tone left no room for argument.

"Copy that Zeta Leader." Maclen’s voice sounded subdued, almost as though he expected the message. The truth of it was that Maclen knew he had overstepped the mark as soon as the comment had fallen from his lips. It had been too late to take it back, the damage was done, whether he apologised or tried to cover it, the others undoubtedly knew what he meant.

~ * ~

Xen checked the gauges, the buzz beginning to build inside her again as she saw that she was almost refuelled. Less than ten minutes and she’d be on her way.

But the thoughts only drew her back towards her sister: who was winging her way towards the rescue of the freighter. Older than her by two years, Emaar had been the bright one, always doing well in school without seeming even to try; while she had slogged her way through anything academical and had still only succeeded in average grades.

Not that her parents had chosen favourites between them. She had been as congratulated and as fussed over and as loved as her sister. Her parents hadn’t minded what grades either of their daughters achieved, as long as they had given their best. And everything had been fine. Until she had shown a greater aptitude for piloting a land speeder than her older sister. That’s when the sibling rivalry had truly started. But it had spurred Edraa on. And suddenly she found herself enjoying all the studying she had to do. And quite astoundingly she had found that she enjoyed the mathematical side of her studies.

And then things had changed dramatically. Her parents had died, Emaar had been accepted for the Academy and she had gone to stay with Aunt Bel. And then, just when it had seemed that things couldn’t get any worse, the whole universe was turned upside down as news of the destruction of Alderaan hit the headlines.

Xen closed her eyes, memories flowing back to the huge argument she’d had with Emaar on that final, fateful visit when her Sister was on leave. Palpatine had just dissolved the Senate and Emaar had been recalled to the Academy. Life with Aunt Bel had changed Xen’s views on certain things. But her sister couldn’t see it. And so they had argued, vehemently, and Emaar had left while things had still been unresolved between them.

From then on, events had moved so fast that she hadn’t really had time to think them through. And so here she was, Second in Command to a "Rebel Alliance" X-wing squadron. And her sister had just turned up. And all she really wanted was for her parents to walk into the hanger and tell her that everything would be all right…

But her parents had been dead for over four years. The Republic they had believed in was gone. And she was here. And so was her sister...

Directly in front of her, Kaz Hawkspar glanced at the data readouts and swore softly. The coolant gauge was flickering more often into the red. "Come on, baby," she willed, "keep it together…" But she knew there was no way she could go out now. She swore again, reaching over to beginning the shut-down sequence, "Flight, I’ve got a problem with the starboard coolant coupling. I’m going to have to…"

Kaz felt rather than heard the sudden crack that shuddered through the X-wing. The flickering readings spiked, surging into the red. Her stomach flipped as the core temperature readings also began to rise steadily into the red, "Damn! Flight! Emergency shutdown! Core overheat! Core overheat!"

Enilra swung round, yelling to Xen’s crew, "Cut the refuel! Disconnect the coupling and get the hell out of here!" She turned back, swearing as she saw the pink cooling fluid spraying out from beneath the s-foils of Commander’s X-wing, Ary struggling to disconnect the refuel pipe as the pink liquid soaked him. "Everybody out!" she yelled, moving to help him, "Now!

At her desk, Ymra heard the loud bang and turned, dread slamming through her as she saw coolant fluid spraying across the deck from the Commander’s fighter. She hit the crash alarm, snatching at the comlink on her desk. Personnel were already moving towards the exits as her voice cut over the wail of the klaxon, "Emergency evacuation! Emergency evacuation! Clear the hanger!"

Hawkspar moved carefully through the emergency shut down procedures, aware that the ground personnel had dropped everything and were running away from the T-65. Aware that if the engine exploded, the only person left alive in the hanger would be Xen.

The core temperature was still rising…

Cursing, Kaz finished the shutdown but left the power on to the console, undoing her restraints. She cracked the canopy open, but stayed in the cockpit for a few more moments, watching the engine readouts as the canopy swung upwards. The crash crews were running in, pushing the canisters of foam ahead of them. Xen’s engines spooled up another notch. Kaz glanced over as the X-wing lifted off the deck, then turned her attention back to the readouts as Xen swung her fighter round and headed out into space.

"Commander!" the Fire Officer ordered, as the crews started spraying foam across the starboard engines, "Get out! Now!"

She stood up, switching the console power off, swinging her legs over the side of the fighter. "Core temperature’s stopped rising, starting to stabilise," she told him dropping down the ladder onto the deck.

He nodded in acknowledgement, then turned his attention to the two engineers, ordering "Move back!"

The Flight glanced across at him, still struggling with Ary to get the fuel pipe disengaged, opening her mouth to ask for just a little more time. But the coupling finally turned, unlocking from the fighter. They pulled it free, dropping the pipe onto the deck and turned, running after Kaz towards the far edge of the hanger.

~ # ~

Notrahw glanced across at the Ops officer as an alarm began to chime on the console. The man said nothing for a moment, listening to what was being said in his earpiece. Then he turned, "Sir, emergency evacuation of hangar five. One of the T-65’s engines is going critical."

Notrahw blinked, his only outward sign of concern as he pushed himself slowly to his feet, wondering what the hells was going to go wrong next. If the T-65 blew, it would take the hangar with it - and three decks either side. "Seal all bulkheads," he ordered, "Sound Emergency Stations and advise all docked ships to clear the hull. All personnel ready to evacuate."

~ # ~

Rishard Bess drew deeply on the tabac stick, watching as the first crates of the cargo were rolled off of the Troubadour and onto the Home Two. Then everyone hesitated for a brief moment as an alarm klaxon started wailing in the corridor of the Mon Cal ship. The handlers exchanged a worried look then shoved the crates as hard as they could, running with them onto the cruiser.

Bess reached for his comlink, but it was already warbling at him. He toggled the switch, answering, "Go!"

"Rish, Home Two Control advise they have an emergency situation. We’ve to disengage docking locks and retreat to a safe distance."

Bess swiped at the hatch controls then turned, heading for the Troubadour’s bridge, "On my way!"

~ * ~

Maclen shuffled his way resignedly into the briefing room beside the hangar. Templ was already there, standing at the viewport, with his back to the door. And from the look of his body language, he was ready to let fly with all torpedoes. Templ, in fact was absolutely furious with Zeta Three, but had chosen to keep a level head during the debrief. However, a look into his eyes told a different story.

Templ turned and speared Maclen with a single glance. He nodded for the pilot to sit in the chair opposite his desk. Maclen sat, his eyes hesitant as he sensed something was wrong, far more than he suspected. Templ never waited this long to start a debrief. It was as though he was searching for the right way to begin…

"What d’you think the main aim of the Rebellion is, Colb?" Templ asked suddenly out of the silence.

"I’m not sure I follow the meaning of the question, Sir," replied Maclen.

"It’s not a trick question," Templ followed quickly. "What are the Rebels here to do?" Templ’s whole manner left no room for pauses.

"I don’t really know Sir." Maclen was clearly confused by what he saw as irrelevant questions.

"Well, I’ll tell you, shall I?" Evidently this was a rhetorical question, as he didn’t even pause as he continued.

"The Rebels are here to bring down our Government. They think that everyone is able to look after themselves, feed and clothe all their people, and defend themselves against Galactic threats. They want to see us DEAD. We represent the front lines of the opposition forces. With us in the way, they have problems terrorising the rest of the Galaxy. Of course, they say they are freedom fighters: they are liberating these worlds, not plunging them back into the Dark Ages by removing all the support we provide to them." All during this speech, Templ was stalking about the room, gesticulating wildly in his passion.

Maclen found himself being drawn by Templ’s agitation. It was difficult to reconcile himself with the information he had just been given. When asked, he had answered truthfully, he really hadn’t known why the Rebels were doing what they were doing. But with Templ’s tirade, he realised that he had actually heard all the propaganda, but had just paid it no heed. His introspection was cut short as Templ seemed to gather himself and begin to wind down. Templ had turned to face Maclen, with something akin to pleading in his fiery eyes.

"Colb, you must understand that we destroyed a Medical Frigate today because every single person on that ship was Hells-bent on having us blown out of the stars." Templ paused to gauge the effect his talk was having on the young pilot. It appeared to be working. "Maybe some of them were injured on that ship, and some of the supplies were intended to treat the sick and the injured, but if those people get better, they’ll just be swelling the ranks of those set against us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Maclen’s eyes were bright now with new-found enthusiasm. "I just hadn’t really given it any thought before now Sir."

Templ managed to remain upright and focussed while he dismissed the young firebrand and was left alone in the briefing room. Then his whole body sagged under the full force of the flip-side of the emotional wave he had been riding, and he sat in the over sized chair behind the desk. Templ thoroughly believed what he had told Maclen, it was just that it was getting more difficult to motivate his men when they were so young that they no longer knew why the were fighting, or didn’t even bother to think about it any more. He dragged his hands over his face and came to the conclusion that worrying about it wasn’t going to help much. At least he could take confidence that his little pep-talk today was bound to spread like wildfire, and he would have no more motivation problems for some time.

Templ roused himself from the chair and stalked off towards his quarters, intent on having a well-earned rest.

~ * ~

"What the hells happened?" Lori demanded, catching hold of Hawkspar as the bulkhead closed behind them.

"The readings on the starboard coolant system started fluctuating," Kaz told her, "then suddenly rose into the red…"

"Sounded like the flange cracked," Ary offered.

Kaz pulled a face, knowing that the Flight was going to blow her stack and no doubt lecture her for an hour on the does and don’ts of flying her precious T-65s. But it was probably going to be better admitting what she’d done than let the Flight find out for herself and then corner her with it. "I pushed her pretty hard on the way back."

Lori looked at her, "How hard?"

She quirked an eyebrow, "Pretty much to the limit. Xen and I left the area at the same time…"

"But," Ary frowned, thinking out loud, doing a quick calculation in his head, "it wasn’t for that long…" He shook his head, "It shouldn’t have… And we did a complete overhaul…"

Lori patted his arm, throwing Hawkspar a glare, "Forget it, Chief. We’ll have a look once they let us back in. There’s no point in formulating any theories until we’ve had a chance to inspect the damage." She turned to Kaz, "With any luck she won’t be out of commission for too long."

"We’d better get some dry clothes," she said, turning back to Ary, "or we’re going to freeze when we get back into the hangar."

~ # ~

Foam clung to the s-foil of the X-wing, dropping the temperature of the metal as it visibly evaporated, cooling the engine, coating the frame and snuffing out sparks from the fried electrical circuits. Foam had mixed with coolant on the deck, turning it into a thick, pink-swirled gloop and filling the hangar with an acrid, sickly, sweet odour. The Fire Officer watched his crews swapping places, pulling in new canisters to replace the spent ones. Finally confident that the engine had cooled to a point where it wasn’t imminently going to explode, he signalled for them to stop spraying. The foam faded to a trickle and they all stood for a moment, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, the Fire Officer pulled his comlink from his pocket. "Control," he told the bridge, "this is Hangar Five. Incident contained. Stand down from emergency stations."

"Copied," the Ops Officer replied, turning to Notrahw as he acknowledged, "Incident contained and standing down."

"Roger that," the Fire Officer confirmed. Then he smirked, "Better let the Flight back in to croon over her beloved baby!"

"Copied, Hangar Five," the Ops officer grinned. "Sir, the Fire Officer reports that personnel can return to the hangar."

Notrahw shook his head, sighing as he sat back down in the seat, "Then let them in, Lieutenant, let them in. Secure for Emergency Stations. And advise our little friends that they may dock with us again when ready."

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly; ridding himself of the tension that had tightened along his spine. He was getting too old for all this excitement. Perhaps it was time to stand aside and let a younger person shoulder the responsibility? There had to be a quiet little desk job somewhere on Mon Mothma’s senior staff that had his name labelled to it… He looked round the bridge, his eyes finally settling in the tactical screen, watching as the small arrows that indicated the positions of the ships who had disengaged from the docking bays changed colour as one by one they started back towards the Home Two. He frowned, taking another deep breath. I mean, would I really miss all of this?

A slow grin pulled at the corners of his lips. Daav Notrahw, you old fool, who are you trying to kid? Quiet little desk job…? He laughed out loud, pulling startled looks from the rest of the bridge crew. Which only made matters worse. Another giggle tried to rise to the surface. Any moment now he was going to embarrass himself and seriously dent his authority by laughing uncontrollably. He turned it into a harrumph, pulling his face straight, clearing his throat and standing up. "I’ll be in my office!" he told no-one in particular and wandered as quickly as his rank allowed towards the door, hands clasped behind his back. He managed to maintain his dignity until the door closed behind him. And then he sank against the wall, laughing until tears streamed from his eyes.

~ # ~

Xen sighed in relief as the call came for the ships to return to the Home Two. Whatever the hells had happened, the crash crews obviously had it under control. But the Boss’s fighter was most probably out of action… So, did she go back to the hangar or did she head out to join Lainy?

"Home Two, this is Knight Two requesting further instructions."

There was a slight pause, then the controller told her, "Knight Two, stand by."

He turned to the Ops Officer, "Knight Two is requesting further instructions."

"I’m on it!" the Lieutenant told him. "Hangar Five, this is the Bridge."

"Bridge, Hangar Five," the Deck Officer answered. "Go ahead."

"Advise Commander Hawkspar that Knight Two is requesting instructions."

Ymra looked round the hangar and saw Hawkspar standing beside the X-wing, deep in discussion with the Fire Officer as the crash crews pulled the canisters away from the fighter and the ground crews moved in to mop up the gunge that lay beneath the T-65. "Bridge, stand by," she told him, then ran across the deck towards Hawkspar. "Commander," she asked, handing over the comlink, "The Bridge is asking what you want Lieutenant Commander Edraa to do."

Kaz looked at the Fire Officer. There was no point in Xen going to rendezvous with Lainy now. By the time she reached the co-ordinates the rest of the squadron could be on their way back. And there was no way Kaz was going to send out a solo fighter. "Is it safe for her to come back?" she asked him.

He nodded, "Sure. Incident is over." He grinned, then added, "Unless you want to include the Flight’s reaction when she gets back in."

Kaz threw him a sour look. "Bridge, this is Commander Hawkspar. Tell Knight Two to come back in."

~ # ~

The sobs finally subsided, leaving Wedge drained and exhausted. He knew that he desperately needed some down time. They all did. They had been living on fear and adrenaline and nerves for far too long, one thing after another pushing them further and further towards their limits since the scrambled evacuation of Echo Base. There had been time to mourn, but not long enough. Not long enough to allow time to heal. Yet, even as part of him acknowledged that they needed a break, another part of him accepted that there was no way they could. It wasn’t just Rogue, every squadron in the Alliance was being pushed to the limit. Goddess, Omega had just been all but wiped out. Kaz was just this side of breaking point, as were Lainy and Xen.

So pull yourself together, man! Stop feeling so Goddess-damned sorry for yourself!

The words were easy. But the reality so much more difficult. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of being strong. He was tired of watching the people around him die...

Paco…

At least the freighters were safe. At least he hadn’t died for nothing. And they were heading back to the Home Two now. Things would seem different once someone else was in control. Like at Yavin…

His memories flowed back to the jubilation, the immense overwhelming sense of joy and accomplishment. And the pride in his comrades: pride that had overshadowed the sadness of so much death. He and Luke had drunk themselves into a stupor with Han after the medal ceremony…

Hope sparked and he grasped hold of it. Maybe when he got back to the Home Two they would have news of Luke. And of the Princess and Han Solo and Chewbacca…