To the shuttle

Gently Luke carries the exhausted redhead to the bed inside the hut. He lay's her down on a fur blanket for a moment before getting dressed. He threw what was left of her flight suit into a bag and slings it over his shoulder. He picks up the now sleeping redhead and carries her out of the small hut.

Walking into the night air Luke notices that the celebration is still in full swing. He smiles, feeling the warm joy radiating from the party. Overhead more fighters mark the sky with small fireworks. The victory was as much his as anyone's, but it didn't feel right to join. Here looked down at Jules and smiled, besides he had other plans.

He carefully threaded his way through the tree top walkways until he was in sight of his shuttle. A feeling though made him pause, something familiar. He turned around to see his sister standing right behind him. Sheepishly he approached her, the pilot still asleep in his arms.

"Leia, I can explain..." She held up a hand to stop him.

"No need, enjoy her." She smile mischievously as she turned back to the party. Luke's face flushed red, grateful that it was dark and no one else was around to see it.

Luke takes a step towards the shuttle and stops.