Redamancy - Han Solo [3]

Chapter 9: Shuttle Tydirium

"Look, I want you to take her," Han said insistently to Lando as they walked towards the shuttle. The Falcon sat in the middle of the main docking bay, which was now swarming with people: pilots, mechanics, soldiers. It seemed as though half the Rebellion was in there. The sleek wings of the stolen Imperial shuttle seemed out of place next to the ramshackle crew of rebel ships that filled the space, most with bits missing or held together with purely luck and hope.

Tasha was stood on the ramp of the shuttle, arms crossed over her chest, supervising the strike team loading the supplies for the mission, all of them in matching camouflage green fatigues, as Han and Lando approached.

"Luke," she called to the young jedi, stood talking to Wedge, "will you take care of this?" he nodded, exchanging places with Tasha. She gave him a grateful smile and her data pad, and walked over towards the two (former) scoundrels.

"I mean it. Take her." Han repeated, his tone getting slightly impatient.

"What's up?" she said as she reached them, looking between them curiously. Lando smiled.

"Han wants me to use the Falcon in the attack." Said Lando. Tasha's green eyes widened comically, and she looked at Han in mock concern.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Han grumbled something unintelligible as Tasha's smile widened, Lando chuckling.

"don't you start." Han replied, gesturing towards the Falcon, talking to both of them with the same irritation, "He needs all the help he can get. She's the fastest ship in the fleet."

"Alright, alright, old buddy," said Lando, holding his hands up in surrender, "I know what she means to you." All three of them looked over Lando's shoulder at the ship, sitting proudly in the hangar, waiting for next mission that she'd be famous for.

"I'll take good care of her, she won't, she won't get a scratch." Han nodded as though in a daze, still looking at his ship.

"Tash, we're loaded up!" Tasha acknowledged Luke with a wave of her hand, still watching Han.

"Be there in a sec!"

"I got your word on that. Not a scratch." Lando just laughed.

"Will you get going you pirate!" Tasha smiled, leaning over and enveloping Lando in a hug, kissing his cheek.

"Now you better make sure she doesn't get a scratch." Lando said to Han as Tasha pulled away, making her smile at the ground with a slight blush.

"Don't worry," said Leia, walking up to the group, hair plaited up onto her head, "we'll watch out for her." She walked up to Lando, wrapping her arms around him as he leaned down to kiss her, softly, making Han and Tasha look away awkwardly. Leia set her hand on his arm as she pulled away.

"Take care of yourself," Lando muttered, not really wanting to let her go, especially not on this mission. Not that anyone could tell Leia what to do, very much in the same way that everyone knows they'd get their face bashed in if they ever tried to make her sister do something she didn't want to do. Leia smiled softly up at him, sensing his internal conflict.

"You too."

"Leia," Tasha said after a moment, clearing her throat slightly, "we better get going. Luke's about a moment away from hanging out the windshield yelling at me." The younger girl nodded, squeezing Lando's hand one last time before heading over towards Han and Tasha, cheeks flaming as she passed them, jogging up the ramp and onto the shuttle. Han looked over at his friend as Tasha smirked slightly, her awkwardness gone now the PDA had left the building.