[Luke closed his eyes and considered the offer. He knew Wedge had contacts in the underbelly of the Galaxy, a fact that had stood them in good stead on missions in the past. A hidden moon base here, and fuel depot that didn't want Imp attention there, that had saved their bacon more than once.

But did he want to involve his friend in this? More directly, probably not. This was Luke's problem, not Wedge's. Han was important to the Rebellion, but being down both of them, plus himself, that would be bad for the war effort. And that was, as loathe as he was to admit it, more important than Han. Or himself. So, with a resigned sigh, he shook his head.]

Nothing directly. The Rebellion needs you here. [He taps his chin, the synthflesh feeling odd against his skin. Not quite warm enough.]

However, I could use some help less directly. I'm going to need to get in touch with someone on Nar Shaddaa. Leia and I have the beginnings of a plan, and Lando has some contacts, but apparently he's not the most welcome face in the Galaxy there. We're going to need to swap ships, because the Falcon is going to be a dead giveaway.

[And if there was anyone he trusted to point him to a pilot, or a ship, it was Wedge.]