"Careful." Han rested his forearm against the hard, white plastoid composite shell of the stolen armour of Darth Vader's soldiers. "There's a patrol just ahead, keep your damn head down, do you want to get our cover blown?" With his blaster pressed tightly against the wall he peered his head around the corner, just enough to match marching feet to the clunking boots of the security patrol.

"I don't know why we had to go wondering off, all we have to do is wait for Luke to get back with Princess Leia." Han pressed his hand tightly around your mouth and pushed you into a crouch as the patrol marched by the storage cupboard that you had found yourselves hiding in. Slowly but surely the heavily armed soldiers passed, and you and Han had crept out of the cupboard and into the corridor. "Why do we have to hide anyway? We're in disguise so what's the point?"

"When was the last time you saw two troopers walking through the corridor together? Can you maybe just try and think before speaking next time?" He sighed and tucked the blasted underneath the shining plates of armour. "Okay, once we get past this security checkpoint, we'll find ourselves in a much better position... kinda."

"Kinda?" You asked, as a late tag-along to the mission to save Princess Leia you had to put all of your trust into a man you had barely spend half an hour with but blindly following him had got others out of sticky situations so what was the harm.

"It'll be less suspicious for us to be a duo walking around, but if we get found out there's a hell of a lot more of them to start blasting." Just as discussed you walked towards the heavily armed security checkpoint with confidence and as straight a posture as you could manage.

"Name?" The officer at the desk questioned sternly.

"Y/n." You answered out of nothing but pure habit. Han turned his head sharply and through emotionless visors of the helmet you could sense his internal pain and dread.

"What did you just say?" The officer held his hand on his holstered blaster. You reeled off the serial number of the trooper you dispatched for the gear, Han did the same. "Okay." He waved you through suspiciously, peering strongly at you until you were out of his sight.

"What was that?" Han asked through gritted teeth. "You're the clumsiest person I know... how did you make it past childhood?" He brought the palm of his hand swiftly across the back of your head. "Hurry up, Luke should be done soon."

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