"Hello. I'm sorry you had to see me in such a sorry state, but I'm neither a pilot nor a fighter. There wasn't much I could do about the ship crashing."
The princess blushed with embarrassment, but diplomacy and winning people over were her strengths. She pulled herself together, determined to make anyone who met her feel at ease.
"Not at all. A mere accident could never diminish your beauty. If anything, the flames and smoke only make your courage and resilience shine brighter." Su Ming smiled and took her outstretched hand. "I've long wanted to meet the princess of the Rebel Alliance. Perhaps the Force brought us together here today. I'm Slade Wilson, but you can call me Deathstroke."
"You flatter me, Mr. Wilson. Everything we've achieved is thanks to the members of the Rebel Alliance working together and risking their lives. My own part was insignificant." Leia smiled politely and raised a hand to tidy her hair.
Stare.
Beside them, Han Solo stared at their joined hands. His glare could have burned through metal.
"Back to business. This is a dangerous planet, and your luck hasn't been good. When can the Rebel Alliance get here to rescue you?" Deathstroke released her hand, his expression turning serious. He gestured toward the house, inviting them inside to talk.
"Our communicator must have been destroyed along with the ship. What about yours?" Luke cut in. He was still thinking about the Darksaber, and he was getting impatient.
"Ours is broken too." Su Ming lied without missing a beat. "Even Zero Three and BT can't fix it."
Mechanical Wolong immediately picked up the story. He bowed according to proper etiquette and added, "Yes, everyone. The path you see through the forest is the trail our ship carved when it crashed."
"I see.