Jasson groaned as he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He looked around at the four cubic meters of star destroyer space that, apparently, he was to call home for an indefinate period. White walls, white walls, air vent, white walls. Exciting. He sat back and leaned his head against a bulkhead.

Half an hour later, the door shot open with a hiss, revealing a grey-clad interrogation officer.

Oh yes. He should have expected this. Quickly, he closed his eyes as the officer civilly introduced himself, sliding into the walled-off corner of his mind that he had built just for occasions such as this. Lieutenant Jasson Xereb of Panther Squadron no longer existed. He sat secure in the identity of Jes Mitheth, his alter ego.

Somewhere, deep inside Jes, Jasson noted that the officer had flicked a button on the device in his palm, which monitored a subject's physiological signs, such as heartbeat and breath rate, and was commonly used as a lie detector.

"Let's start with your name, pilot."

"I won't tell you anything. You're wasting your time."

"Your name, pilot."

Jes was silent.

"It's not that difficult. Tell me. I already have it on file."

Jes doubted that very much, but sighed. "Jes Mitheth. Pilot. Tiger Squadron."

"Nice try, Mitheth. Tiger Squadron was destroyed a month ago."

"I was the only one left. Now I freelance. Whatever the Rebels need." He noted, pleased, that his heartrate remained steady. Keeping his mental focus, he concentrated on his name. Jes Mitheth. Jes Mitheth. I am Jes Mitheth.

"What I need from you is very simple. You say you freelance? Well, let me tell you, the Emperor will reward you very, very generously if you answer this question: the location of the Rebel base."

Jes snorted a laugh. "You think the Rebel brass would tell a grunt the location of their base?"

The officer slugged him in the face, casually. "The location, if you please."

He reeled back, tasting blood on his lips. "I tell you I don't know!"

The Imp grabbed him by the shoulders. "Well, you'll soon wish you did."

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[Helping Han fix the Falcon? Like in Empire Strikes Back?]

Nelissa looked at Luke and laughed. "They're in the changing room," she said.

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Luke smiled and ran off into the chnaging room finding a locker with his name on it..with a full set or gear...including new boots. Luke got changed and ran back out to a ship.

Han got a tired of working alone so he went and found Chewie. "Chewie, can you come and help me with the Falcon?"

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[Er...shouldn't you be training?]

Nelissa looked up from the cockpit of her fighter and saw Luke. "Skywalker!" she called.

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(But I thought the fighters dident work because of the weather till they serch for Luke after Han finds them and stuff...me confused...)

Luke looked up. "Whats going on?"

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[This is <i>before</i> Empire Strikes Back. They're already on Hoth, but ESB hasn't started yet.]

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(O0o0o...I thought we allready started it..I'll edit)

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The door to Jasson's holding cell snapped open and the interrogation officer stepped out into the corridor.

"Sir," he reported to his superior, "This one - Mitheth - shouldn't be too hard. He didn't even bother to lie."

"Don't let me down, Captain. This information is important. And if we obtain it, we all stand to gain promotions."

"Yes, sir. I'll break him. And soon."

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Leia threw down the reports in some frusteration. The war was getting no where fast. It irritated here that they were sitting on some forsaken wasteland when the Empire was taking control over more systems and destroying more lives. But seeing as numbers were low, there was nothing she could do about it.

She left her quarters and made way to the hangar. The fighters were going out for training so she pretened not to be idling and put her inspection face on.

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Han worked on the Falcon with Chewie, looking up as Leia walked by.

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Nelissa landed her craft, surprisingly sweaty for the climate, but then again it did get hot in the cockpit...she took off her helmet and shook her hair out, looking over to the next fighter to see Antilles quickly look away. She shook her head with a slight smile and climbed out. "Good job," said General Antilles, "You all looked very good out there, I'm proud of every one of you. Let's do that again tomorrow, okay?" The pilots all agreed happily, and she dismissed them.

"Fancy that, she's actually giving a compliment," said one pilot.

"Oh, don't be so hard on her," said Nelissa, "She has a hard job, and then she has to put up with us..." she laughed. She walked to the changing room and began to take off her boots.

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"Good morning, Mitheth." The interrogation officer stepped into the cell, with two more men behind him. "Today we're going to try something a little different."
"I've told you all I know," Jasson spat. "Do you want me to start making up lies?"
The Imp signalled to his underlings, who moved behind the rebel pilot. "No. I just want the whole truth."
Too late, Jasson realized that a needle had entered the back of his neck. The room began spinning into a blur.
"The drug currently entering your bloodstream is sodium pentothal, also known as truth serum. Believe me, we won't be able to get you to stop talking."

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Han sighed and went back to his work.

Luke laughed and also went to get changed.

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Leia looked over at the Millenium Falcon and watched Han work. She smiled a bit. That was so like him. Always working on his space craft. He had made some many adjustments to it, it was difficult to see what exact model it was. She wondered as to why he was fixing it. As far as she could see, the rebels weren't leaving. She walked over to him. "You planning on leaving?"

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