At length, they arrived, and the familiar elegant lines of the Jade’s Fire came into Luke’s view.
He slewed into Mara as she helped him off the speeder and she snorted.
“Bit off more than we could chew, didn’t we, Skywalker?” she asked dryly, as they made their slow way up the landing ramp.
“Got…what I came for,” he panted.
“Where’s the demon droid accomplice?” she asked, easing him to her medbunk. Her ship was much better equipped to treat injuries than his faithful X-Wing and he was grateful.
“With…Leia,” he groaned as Mara pulled out a scanner to run over him. “Couldn’t…risk him going…rogue on this one.”