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Bail greeted the Millennium Falcon as it landed, smiling at his daughter as she ran out to hug him.
He’d hugged her tight as she’d made introductions.
The ten troopers not Zero, Trigger, and Lucky, were from the 212 that Obi-Wan had found and taken with him off the Vengeance or had been kidnapped off Tatooine. Which was a story he would love to hear.
The Wookie was Chewbacca, another old friend of Obi-Wan’s, and the co-pilot.
The Corellian was Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon.
The blonde boy didn’t need an introduction, but Bail let his daughter tell him he was Luke Skywalker.
Han Solo had turned to Obi-Wan then and they were haggling over what price he should get for taking them here, and Bail had listened as they went back and forth throwing out numbers here and there before seeming to settle on something. The younger man had held out his hand for the credits, and bluntly asked to get paid, and unabashedly, Obi-Wan had turned and smiled at him, “Old friend, I may have promised a Queen’s ransom to this man to help me get Leia away from the Vengeance. Would you be a dear and pay him?”
Bail had met his eyes, and known Obi-Wan would be asking this even if it had just been him and Luke traveling here, and so raised an eyebrow at his old friend.
Obi-Wan did not look phased, just giving that smile of his while slipping his hands into his sleeves.
Some of the 212 immediately stiffened, and if his ears weren’t deceiving, he heard one say, “Fekking hells, has he gotten better at that?” – before he was shushed by his companions and told not to draw attention to it, that Cody didn’t need to know their General had gotten worse.
Bail decided to not draw attention to how several clones looked like they were edging on a long-coming breakdown, and shook his head in exasperation at Obi-Wan.
He wouldn’t deny the man his pay, because they had stolen Leia away from a Star Destroyer right from under the nose of Darth Vader, and he had his daughter back alive and unbroken. So, he led the way away from the shipyard, and the rest followed.
After all, he didn’t carry that many credits around on him on Alderaan – or at least not since the last time Obi-Wan had been on leave while near Alderaan and they’d run out of alcohol at his home – and he had to fetch that. They may as well get comfortable while he and Obi-Wan drank enough to drown their iron livers and they talked about what had drastically changed in the last forty-eight hours because he was sure they both had a lot to say.
Bail was sure that Obi-wan would manage to make Breha declaring war on the Empire look paltry compared to his misadventures while out of contact. This was a man, who’d gone to a supposedly abandoned planet while on a forced leave, had the planet both trying to kill him and to eat him, by separate unrelated means, then managed to find General Grievous despite all reports placing the cyborg all the way across the galaxy. His grudge-match with Grievous had been as infamous as Vader’s nearly single-minded hunt for Obi-Wan was now, and he was sure there had been a similar sort of incident with Vader.