On the Wings of Valkyrie

Chapter XXXII

Are you sure about this? Kaytee asked as the pair shot through lightspeed.

"Yes, I'm sure," Luna responded with a sigh.

What if Ahsoka starts to worry?

"Then she worries. She's not going to expect we're up to anything dangerous anyways—I left my armor in my bedroom for a reason, Kay. If I told her where we were really going then she would have insisted on joining us."

With good reason. I calculate 75% failure rate with current information. Error range of five percent.

"That's including Vader's likely presence?"

With him arriving on the Shadow, and remaining undetected until he reaches the base's outskirts. The Rebel team is likely to be detected rather quickly, possibly even before he is.

"What about with me running interference?"

There is a rather high chance that you will be detected before you could even try to do anything—of course those odds are unlikely to hold up based on your past endeavors. Taking that into account and re-running the calculations, there is 55% failure rate overall, though the error margin is much larger.

"It'll have to do. Most of us are good at defying odds anyways," Luna muttered.

I hope that holds up then. You should also know there is a 95% chance that Vader will track you down while you are here. Assuming the mission is a success, there is a 75% chance he will attempt to use the Shadow to track us in lightspeed with an 80% overall success rate. It is unlikely Ahsoka would be easily convinced to move planets again unless she saw Vader herself. There is then a 35% chance they would talk and a 90% chance she would discover you were his apprentice should such a situation occur. Of the remaining 10%, 6% likelihood they would remain in contact in one form or another with a 100% chance of her figuring it out sooner or later.

"I guess I'll have to try out a new trick then," the once Shadow stated. "Thanks for running the numbers, Kaytee."

No problem. We're approaching the transition point.

"Copy that," Luna responded, taking the controls into her hands as she closed her eyes and fell into the Force. A moment later, Kaytee turned control of the ship over to her—there was a small bump as the Delta fighter considered falling out of lightspeed, only to continue onwards, now being guided by the Force rather than a preset flight path.

Ten minutes later, she dropped them out of lightspeed, sending the Delta through tight spins and turns to avoid hitting trees as she slowed the fighter down to a more reasonable pace—aiming to get it on the ground before they traveled too close to the base.

"Kay! Help me with this!"

On it! the R2 unit responded, shooting open the drag fins and cutting power to the engine.

What felt like a quarter of an hour later—though it was only an adrenaline filled minute or two—Luna put the fighter down and covered it in a camo-netting. With luck no one knew this area well enough to notice a random bush had grown five times larger and had a vague ship like appearance.

Not long later, she was on her way to the base.

~*~

"Han, I don't like this," Leia commented.

"Which is why I didn't tell you earlier. But we've got nothing to worry about, Luna said I managed it," Han responded as he moved to the pilot's seat.

"Over thirty years in the future!" Luke pointed out.

"Details, details. Do you want to land undetected or not?"

The two siblings looked at each other before sitting down and locking themselves in crash webbing. Not five minutes later everything was set for Han's newest, crazy plan.

"Alright, Chewie. Drop us out....NOW!"

The stars blurred back into focus just in time to see a forest full of respectably sized tree trunks dead ahead.

"Pull up! Pull up! Pull up! Pull up!" Han yelled, forcing the Millennium Falcon into the air, high enough to just hit the tree tops rather than the trunks. "Not too high!!! They'll see us!!!"

"Han!" Luke yelled in warning as a cliff face suddenly started coming towards them.

"Never mind!! Pull up!!!!"

The Falcon groaned as the freighter began turning skywards, hitting more trees as the ship redirected it's flightpath to fight gravity, paint scraping off of the hull on the cliff face as they just barely made the turn. The moment they were clear, Han was already turning the freight upright, sending it in a sharp U-turn—if there hadn't been a clearing at the top of the cliff before, there was now—that Han managed to keep control of and use to stop the ship, leaving them hovering above the ground.

"See? Everything under control. Nothing to worry about," Han stated as the Falcon stabilized itself and stopped rocking. Everyone slowly relaxed back into their seats.

"....I can't believe we survived that," Leia muttered, relaxing the death grip she had on the rough straps latching her in her seat as the smuggler and wookie started the landing procedures.

"Ye of little faith."

"What the hell just happened?!" a voice yelled as the door to the cockpit opened and leaving the four in it stunned.

"Mother?!" Luke and Leia exclaimed.