It's been six years since I was on Fest for that mission. Team 510 has run countless missions since. I've got a few new scars to boast about to new recruits, and a brand-new title: Captain.

Officially, I'm now a pilot, but because 510 needs a sniper, I'm still acting as one.

Right now, Linami and I are taking a brief break from all of that. She's dressed in gold, the color of the fields, and I have my official uniform on. Senator Organa stands nearby, with a holopad. "By the power invested in me by the Imperial Senate and the Rebellion—" the first gets a loud boo and the second an equally as loud cheer, "—I pronounce you man and wife."

I can't hear our friends' excited voices as I kiss the woman I can now call my wife. When we break the kiss, she takes my hand and squeezes it.

We don't get a honeymoon. Instead, we have to run a mission to Coruscant, to intercept a shipment of weaponry and somehow make it look like an accident.

Fortunately, the Ghost lives up to her name, and we don't show up on any of the scanners, as far as we know. Tinred didn't come with us, since he can't shoot the blasters onboard and we weren't going to land. All this mission entailed was getting in, destroying the shipment in a fiery explosion (not too hard, given the fact that the other ship is carrying explosive weaponry), and getting out.

We execute it perfectly.

Linami radioes to base that we are going to take a short break on Corellia and we detour.

I've never seen so many Corellian freighters all in one place. The main difference between the Ghost and the ones around us are the symbols painted on the sides, dozens of imperial insignias, TIE-Fighters, and even a star destroyer.

We descend the gangplank and she takes my hand.

"Come on. I want to see if my friend's still here or if he's off making a bounty of his head, like usual."

I follow her as she pulls me from cantina to cantina, scanning the crowds before moving on to the next one. Finally, we find him, a brown-haired man with a square chin and an arrogant smirk.

I immediately don't trust him.

"Han!" Linami calls, raising a hand as we walk over to his table.

"Well, if it ain't the Corellian Ghost herself! Linami!" He stands to embrace her.

I feel a pang of jealousy when she releases my hand to return it. But she's my wife now. I don't have to worry about competition.

"Who's this?" Han asks, nodding towards me.

"This is my husband, Cassian." Linami links arms with me.

I extend my right hand and he takes it, saying, with a smirk (which seems to be his neutral face, honestly), "Han Solo. Best pilot the galaxy has ever seen."

I laugh. "Have you seen my wife fly?"

"Not since we were kids."

"He taught me," Linami tells me.

"Well," I say with a nod, "Thank you for that. Her flying has gotten me out of many a tight situation."

"So, you aren't Linami Friant anymore. What is it now?"

"As of this morning, Linami Andor," she says proudly.

I smile and kiss her cheekbone.

He tilts his head slightly. "Huh."

"Huh?" Linami echoes.

"Andor sounds familiar."

"I heard it's a common name," I say nervously.

"What did you say your name was again?" Han asks.

"Han," Linami warns.

"Cassian?" he looks to the left as he tries to remember. He snaps his fingers. "That's right. The one with the bounty on his head. Must be nine years ago now, right?"

"Han."

"I believe it's 900 credits. What we could do with that kind of money, think of it, Chewie." For the first time, I notice the Wookiee behind him. The Wookiee lifts his head and trumpets.

"Let's go Cassian."

"Oh but you can't go yet," he says with a smirk.

"Yes, we can," I say, pulling out my blaster.

He holds up his hands and arches an eyebrow. "Really, kid? You wanna pull a blaster on me?"

"Let's go, Cassian."

I stay alert until we climb onboard and the blast door closes.

"I think we should jump around for a while before we go home," I tell her.  "For the safety of the Rebellion."

"We'll go to Yavin IV, then home," she says, dropping into her chair.

"What if Han and the Wookiee follow us?"

"They won't.  Han listens to Chewbacca, and Chewbacca doesn't want us for the bounty."

I look over at her as she lifts the ship from the pad.  "What do you mean?"

"I speak Wookiee, and Chewbacca told him not to pursue us.  I wanted to get us out of there before any of the more ruthless bounty hunters without a furry external conscience heard us."

"So why are we going to Yavin IV?" I ask.

She pushes the ship into lightspeed and then hyperspace, standing as the autopilot takes over.  "Mothma wanted us to check it out as a potential base."

"And she didn't tell me?"

She shrugs.

"You know, as one of her highest ranking captains, she might tell me a thing or to," I complain, following her to the living quarters built into the ship.

"Maybe she just trusts another high ranking captain more," Linami teases, poking herself in the chest with her thumb.

I pick up a pillow and toss it her way.  She chucks it back.  Soon, we're flinging pillows back and forth like naive teenagers.

We exhaust ourselves and lay down on the floor, side by side, panting.

My hand finds hers and I squeeze it.  "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I sure hoped so," I say with a laugh.  "Or else this would be an unpleasant marriage."

"It won't be."

"I know."

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Woah guys. Fun fact: Coruscant means glittery.

Also cue the cliches.  I'm trying to develop their relationship but it is hard.