Rebel {Luke Skywalker}

"but whose gonna fly it, kid?"

"I've come to a conclusion."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah; Jabba the Hutt can kiss my ass."

Giggles began to escape the thin line Ace had pressed her mouth into as she sat in a small chair behind the pilots seat, laughing at her own joke. Meanwhile, Han, who sat in the pilots seat in front of her, briefly turned to her to give her a look, his eyebrows shooting up into his brown hair. The copilot, Chewbacca or 'Chewie' as Ace and Han had affectionately dubbed him, simply gave an amused yet disgusted rumble, the large Wookie shaking his dark fur.

"Didn't know you were into slugs." Said Han mildly, returning his attention to the ship and her voyage, flipping a few switches and swinging lowly to the left in the midst of space as a large planet entered the scene. "Would've set you two up a long time ago, if I knew."

Rolling her eyes, Ace smiled despite herself, not about to lose to Han in a battle of wit.

"Yeah, well, what can I say?" Shrugged Ace nonchalantly, doing her best to keep a straight face. "There's a lot you don't know about me-like how the slime factor really gets me going." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"And that's disgusting." Han announced, looking at her briefly before pretending to vomit. He turned to Chewie. "That's Tatooine up ahead, prepare for landing, somewhere actually near the cantina this time please, I don't want to trek across the whole thing again. And Ace, you'd better go strap yourself in, maybe prepare yourself for Jabba because I hear there's a lot of ass kissing about to happen."

"My ass is perfect." Said Ace in response, smiling widely. "I'll be fine."

Shaking his head wildly, Han offered no response while Chewie actually retorted, however Chewie's response caused Ace to laugh harder, gripping onto the sides of her seat to keep herself from falling off.

Sliding up the yoke, Han drove the Millennium Falcon upwards into a beautiful arc above the planet before dipping it down low. The scenery changed from an inky black sky dotted with stars and far off planets to one of a brilliant blue sky and desert as the ship dove into the atmosphere of Tatooine. The Falcon easily slipped through the sky, gliding down lower and lower as the ground became closer, shapeless blobs turning into figures and then into individual people and buildings as they neared before finally smoothly landing in a slightly covered part of the sandy desert landscape.

"Let's be quick about this." Said Ace as he stood up from his seat. "Imperial Troops are out there, spotted them on our way in, I just wanna get in and out, hopefully escape Jabba too."

"Fat chance." Snorted Ace as the trio made their way out of the Falcon.

The humid and dry air of Tatooine was unpleasant after a ride in the cool Millennium Falcon, the sun already relentlessly beating down on their backs as the heat began to get to Lia almost instantly. Mos Eisley street, where they had landed, was crawling with Imperial Troops amidst the busy shoppers and civilians, their watchful eyes and cocked blasters causing Ace to give a slight shudder, the palm of her hand nervously resting upon the blaster strapped into the holster around her thigh.

Chewie, Han, and Ace approached the rundown blockhouse cantina with ease, all three of them ignoring the stares and glares they got from frequent visitors of the establishment who knew exactly who they were and what they did. A variety of strange forms of transport were parked right outside the cantina, accompanied by their owners, who were all just as strange as their vehicles.

"Forgot how much I hated the weather here." Sighed Ace as they entered the shade, walking towards the doors. "Too hot."

"Not as hot as me." Han responded, pushing open the doors and walking inside.