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"Rogue Squadron, this is Solo. Requesting backup. Wedge, get down here! We're getting swamped by Imps!" Han shouted through the commlink.

"I thought this was supposed to be a secret mission?" Wedge's responded from his x-wing cockpit outside the atmosphere.

"I thought so, too. Apparently, someone tipped the Imps off. In any case, we've got company! Get your squad down here, ASAP!" Han sounded very urgent. Wedge could hear the chaotic firing of blasters and yelling in the background.

"Is he on his way?" Luke asked, deflecting as many of the blaster shots as he could with his lightsaber. "These Imps are destroying our troops." He grimaced.

"He says he's on his way, but with all the action going on down here, I doubt he'll be here for a while." Han shouted over the roar of the battle.

Han, Luke, and Leia were huddled down behind a small crate in one of the streets of the capital of Synegast. This was supposed to be a secret meeting with the Synegastian King to persuade him to back the Rebellion, and possibly supply some volunteers and weapons. It had turned into mayhem.

"Great secrecy you've kept here, highness." Han remarked while firing blind shots around the crate. "Might as well have sent the Empire a written invitation."

"It's not my fault!" Leia protested. She saw Luke suppress a grin. I'm starting to sound just like Solo, she sighed. "What I meant was, there was no way they could have found out about this meeting. There must have been a spy."

"Or a traitor." Luke said quietly. Han's face twisted in disgust at the thought. For a few moments, no one said anything. A traitor, one of our own, Luke thought sourly.

Leia broke the silence. "We can't just wait here until Rogue Squadron arrives. It could take an hour, or more."

"Do you have any escape plans, sweetheart?" Han snapped. "Because I'm open to suggestions." He fired another shot around the crate.

Leia sat in thought for a moment, surveying their surroundings. The Falcon was on the other side of the mass of stormtroopers in front of them. There was no way around them. But might there be a way over them...

"Luke, you see that sign there?" She said, pointing to a sign mounted atop a restaurant in the square where the fighting was taking place.

"Yeah." He replied, suspiciously. What is she getting at, he wondered.

"You think you can take out the supports with your lightsaber?" she questioned. His eyes brightened with realization.

"Pretty sure I can." He grinned and readied himself to launch his weapon toward the roof top.

Leia turned to Han. "When he throws that, that board's gonna be falling down here pretty quickly, so you better get ready to move." She commanded.

"Brilliant!" He exclaimed. "Now we're taking out the Emperor's troops with falling billboards!" He rolled his eyes.

"You have a better idea, Captain?" She waited. He said nothing. "That's what I thought. OK, we're going on the count of three. One... Two... THREE!" She shouted, dashing out from cover, blaster ablaze. Han charged out after her. They blasted blindly into the crowd.

"Luke!" Han screamed. "Hurry up, kid!" Luke took one deep breath, then hurled his lightsaber toward the sign. He held his breath as it twisted and turned toward its goal. Then, with a shower of sparks, it sliced cleanly through the supports.

Luke stood still, gazing at the swaying billboard. "Great shot, but wake up and move it before we get hammered!" Han tugged Luke toward the edge of the crowd.

For a few moments, the cocky imperials believed they had forced the rebels into surrender. But their smuggness turned to terror as the giant mass of stone and metal plummeted down upon them. It crushed nearly two-thirds of the stormtroopers, which was enough for Han, Luke, and Leia to make a run for the Falcon.

"Go!" Leia shouted. "Strait to the ramp!" she pointed to the Falcon's agape entrance. The three of them rushed over the ruble and bodies, dodging the small amount of fire. In a few minutes, they were safely in reach of the ramp.

"Ladies first, your majesty." Han said, with a mock bow. Leia jogged up the ramp. "Though you could hardly be called that." He added under his breath. Leia spun around and gave him a 'Do you have a death wish' look. Han held up his hands in defense and protest.

Luke called his lightsaber to himself with the Force and snapped it into his belt. He rolled his eyes at Han at he trotted into the ship.

"What?" Han asked, incredulously. "I didn't do anythi-" A sharp crack was hear as the butt of a blaster struck Han at the base of the neck. "Ahhhhh......" he groaned, crumpling to the ground.

"Han!" Luke and Leia cried in unison. The Imperial officer who had clubbed Han proceeded to beat him with the blaster and kick him in the ribs.

Luke pulled out his lightsaber and ignited it with a 'snap....hisss!' He started to charge the officer when Han pleaded, "Get back in that ship! Don't worry about me!" The officer hit Han over the head again, knocking him unconscious.

Luke ignored Han's request, and charged the unsuspecting officer, striking him down with a single swipe of his lightsaber. "Leia, help me get Han back on the Falcon, so we can get off this rock." He shouted, grabbing Han's ankles.

Leia complied, silently grabbing both Han's wrists and helping Luke drag him into the ship. Luke palmed the close ramp button, just as a new transport full of stormtroopers arrived and opened fire on them.

"Chewie, get us outta here!" Luke called. The familiar 'wrrrrrrr' of the Falcon's repulsorlifts sounded as it boosted itself out of the atmosphere. Luke entered the coordinates into the Falcon's nav computer, then set them off into hyperspace, back to the rebel base.