[The bounty had specified dead was just as preferable as alive, if his memory served him right. Plenty of people in the Rebellion had a Death Mark on their heads but Jabba apparently had a pretty big axe to grind because he’d placed a significant bounty out on the smuggler.

So hearing that bloated parasite of a worm had Han Solo in his grasp had a chill running up Wedge’s spine.] The princess’s face is just as recognizable as yours. She’s been a burr in the Empire’s side long enough that I’m pretty sure her holo has been blasted across the entire universe. You’re going to need an unknown face or a hell of a disguise. See if you can hook up with some of General Cracken’s people over there in Intelligence? Not that the princess probably doesn’t have all of that well in hand.

[He admitted with a crooked looking smile.] By the time you and I finish flapping out gums, she’s prolly gotten three-quarters of an extraction plan already worked up.

[Wedge admired the hell out of Leia Organa, not because she was royalty or one of the ‘faces’ of the Rebellion but because she’d proven time and again that she had just as much mettle as the lowliest, most hard-working grunt. In a way he almost might have been able to scrounge up the tiniest bit of pity for the foolish bounty hunter and the damned slug who’d conspired to steal Han Solo away. Leia wouldn’t stop until she’d either seen the smuggler home safely or avenged his death if it came to that.]

I’ll see what I can come up with but again, that’s definitely something the people over in Intelligence should be able to help you out with. Faking identities and inserting operatives into hostile environments is their job.