Lars turned on the com. "Rebel fleet," Lars said. "This is the Space Terra. I'm here to deliver a rebel soldier, weapons, and food. I was hired by Jared Kael."

"Welcome Space Terra," answered a man. "Please dock with Home One." Lars docked with the proper ship and opened the hatch. Rebel soldiers climbed aboard. "Loryn is back there and the rest is..." Lars opened up a compartment with some weapons in it. "Are in things like this. The food is in the refridgeration."

"I'm Captain Lyle Blaker," Lyle said. "Where's Jared at? I remember he went as well."

"I've got a story for you," Lars said. Lars told him everything that had happened since Jared showed up at the bar at the Outland Station, what seemed like a month before.

"That's terrible," Captain Blaker said. "There's no telling what the Empire has done with him. That was just like Jared to try and protect other people. His niece will take it pretty hard when she wakes up. Probably'll have to sedate her at first."

"Maybe," Lars said in a low voice. He felt terrible for knocking her out and not letting her go for her uncle, even though he knew he couldn't have. She would have been right with Jared...or worse.

"I suppose you'll be wanting your payment now so you can get out of here, never to return."

"I never thought about that part," Lars said and looked Loryn, who was being carried to the medical bay.

"What's wrong?" Captain Blaker said.

"Let's face it," Lars said. "I've fallen in love with her." He rubbed his forehead. "Looks like I'll be signing up. Not because I love her though and I want to stay here!"

"Sure," Blaker said.

"Besides, where else would I go?" Lars asked. He knew the Empire would be on the lookout for his ship anyway. Truthfully, he didn't really care about that. Hell, he could get another ship and ditch that old thing.

"Are you sure about joing the Rebel Alliance?"

Lars sighed, smiled, and ran his hand through his black hair. "When do I get my own weapon?"

THE END.