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It was absolutely impossible to escape, Leia knew without even giving it much thought. If she overpowered her guards, the odds of reaching a ship and getting away were astronomical.

She had just began entertaining ideas of making a hostage of a high-ranked officer when her door slid open.

"I'm Luke Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you."

She had no idea who or what a Luke Skywalker might be, but the astronomical odds shifted just a little, as she made use of his improbable presence for her escape.

Chewie wasn't talking to him. Then again, Chewie knew him better than he knew himself.

"They're going to die. You know it. It's a suicide run," Han argued. "We've got ourselves to think of. You can't break the Empire. It doesn't work that way."

Chewie remained silent, flicking switches and doing everything that was needed.

"Better things to do than die," Han growled, hand hovering over the control to jump to hyperspace for the second leg of their flight back to Jabba.

He remembered Luke's parting words, the sense that he had crushed the boy's hopes and dreams. He recalled the simmering feistiness of the princess.

His fingers flicked over the navicomp, reprogramming it.

"I still say we've got better things to do," Han groused before heading back into the suicide run.

He could barely see, was only on his feet by the dint of his will. His head was still ringing, and he was pretty certain there would be bones to set.

He couldn't remember what the next step was supposed to be, that was how bad the pain was. He barely knew his own name, but he knew where he would be safe.

That never changed, no matter how often they wound up falling apart. Dick Grayson knew, without needing to think, that Babs would save him. Babs would put him back together.

He touched his comm piece, already set to her channel.

"Oracle," he managed to say.

"Already en route, Former Boy Wonder... just don't die on me."

"Never leave you like that, not if I can help it," he promised her.

"I trusted you. You were supposed to take care of her. But not like that! What are you thinking? What if this went bad? What if you hurt her? What if she hurt you? I can't have my command staff hurting each other! I'd have to kick both of your shebs in!"

Rex stayed very still through the whole rant, aware that Ahsoka was doing her damnedest to beat down the door and end this. He just kept silent, and let Anakin work out his shock.

"Is this just sex? Is it more? What are you two even going to do? She's Jedi! You're my Captain! What happens when she consents to take her Trials? Would you leave me too?"

Rex tipped his head and looked evenly at Anakin, his eyes displaying no shame, no regret for being caught in his Commander's bed. Ahsoka had grown up as one of them, with rank something that had no place in a berth. She was a grown woman, and had been for some time. That he and she had evolved to this point was one of the few joys in Rex's life outside of taking care of Anakin's little biters.

"You're gone on her. Does she love you? Is it real?" Anakin asked as shock gave way to a friend's concern, even as the 'she' in question started tracing an interesting litany of profanity over Anakin's personal habits and hygiene.

"Sir, all due respect, it's none of your kriffing business how she and I are," Rex informed him finally. "But she and I have already worked this out, same as we plan every single campaign out... and know that plans change. We're adults, friends first, and it's between she and I."

Anakin ran a hand through his hair, managed to look sheepish, and took the Force lock off the door... leading to Ahsoka spilling in, full of murder in her eyes.

"Congratulations?" Anakin said, trying to buy peace.

Rex had to smile then, as his beautiful, glorious, strong Commander laid into Anakin over the incident anyway.

From the first hints of the Constitution-Class starships, Montgomery Scott had dreamed of being assigned to one when he made Chief Engineer. The Constitution itself was not far from those dreams, but then he got the assignment for Enterprise and bribed a friend at the shipyard to get him aboard her, to have that first look-see, as she was being primed for her change of command.

To say it was love at first sight was to be perfectly honest. His heart thrummed with a need to coax her along to greater explorations, to nurse her through the dangers that space presented.

There might be other ships he eventually served on, but he knew now, Enterprise would forever own his soul.

He looked at her with the smug condescension of having won this round, and Leia felt all of her frustration boil up again. She moved to go past him, ignoring his attempt to shift to those huge eyes of entreaty.

"Han, I really don't understand you. I probably never will," Leia said from the doorway. "But I know this much too. You have a view of the world, with me in a spot that I am never, ever going to fill. So either change your view... or stop wasting our time."

She left him standing there, going to organize her latest efforts to get the New Republic to understand what they were up against, trying not to think about Ben, away with his uncle.

She wasn't surprised when Han, nor the Falcon, nor Chewbacca, were there that evening.

"I much prefer to be a man of the sword than an omnipotent being," Darius said, a wicked smile playing on his face as Claudianus wandered into the center of the sacred grove. The guide did not understand the dialect he used, and his friend gave a laugh.

"I told them to take me to their god, and I find you instead! Well done."

Darius shrugged. "They saw me come back. A child asked if I was the god of dying, and I said yes. It's been boring, but I knew you'd bring our men eventually."

"We have no precedent for this," Cassian heard from one of the others.

"There was no precedent for any of this! No one blazed the trails we follow!" Cassian retorted. "We don't need to follow in the paths of those who came before! Right now, we need to go, we need to do that right thing that we all have deluded ourselves into thinking we have been doing all along, and we need to believe it will finally matter!"

Not a single one of the group remained behind, as they followed Cassian Andor into the mouth of a future that could only begin with death.

He'd hated how he had become for far longer than just this mission. Cassian Andor had signed up to make the galaxy better, to live a life that made a difference.

He had never wanted to be a murderer.

Watching Galen Erso, readying for the shot, all of his self-loathing, all of his questions on why they should even fight if they were as bad as the enemy, came into focus.

He had seen something in Jyn's refusal to commit to the Rebellion that sharpened it all. She preferred not to fight the Empire because the other side of the coin really didn't offer anything better.

Cassian refused, now, to pull the trigger, and prove her right.