"What a grueling journey. Crashing twice in two days straight—now that's something." Han Solo didn't act like an outsider at all. He swaggered over to the campfire and pointed at the fried chicken in the Family Bucket. "I'm just in time for dinner. Can I have some?"
"Help yourself. What happens next has little to do with you." Su Ming generously waved him on, then looked at the somewhat bedraggled Princess Leia and Luke. "Come over here, Princess Leia. Surely you aren't still afraid of me, your savior?"
"No, I just feel really embarrassed. I've had to rely on you to rescue me twice in a row..." Leia blushed slightly. She felt terribly awkward. Deathstroke had caught the spaceship again just now, which meant he had indeed saved everyone for the second time.
Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He stood, patted his backside, and came over to crouch beside Master Yoda. "This is Master Yoda, a master of the Jedi Order's High Council, and an old friend who watched Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan grow up."
"Really?" Luke looked delighted. He quickly brushed his chest in salute. "My Sennsei told me about the High Council, but I thought all the masters had perished."
"He was only half right. Obi-Wan—that is, Kenobi." Yoda opened his eyes. Looking at the youthful spark unique to Luke, he replied with a faint smile, his ears twitching a few times. "But since you know Master Offee, the Jedi legacy was never severed. You should understand that."
Leia had more to consider. She glanced at Barriss when she had a moment, and only after seeing the other woman nod in confirmation did she lift the hem of her robe and bow.
What she didn't know was that this behavior fell into Padmé's eyes. The queen