She shook her head. “We’ll be leaving for Ruan, if I have any say in the matter. Then I’m going to Hapes.
“Hapes?” Han said in incredulity. “And you accuse me of putting myself in the thick of things? Why there of all places?”
“With any luck, to enlist the Consortium’s help. The New Republic fleets are spread too thinly to defend the Colonies, let alone the Core. And now with Bilbringi, Corellia, perhaps even Bothawui endangered, we need all the support we can rally. Which reminds me, Han, Admiral Sovv has asked Anakin to go to Corellia to help in reenabling Centerpoint Station.”
He snorted. “It’s about time the New Republic started considering Corellia’s defense.”
“Then you’re all right with his going—without either of us?”
“How old were you when you agreed to carry the technical readouts of the Death Star? Which of us is watching over Jaina when she flies with Rogue Squadron?”
“Besides, Anakin’s a Jedi.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Leia said, clearly unconvinced.
Han smiled ambiguously. “Be sure to say hello to Prince Isolder for me.”
“Why don’t you come with me to Hapes and tell him in person?”
He laughed at the idea. “What, and spoil your fun?
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He started to reply but bit back whatever he had in mind to say, and began again. “Is there any hope for the folks you couldn’t extract from Gyndine?“