"There you have it. We go in General Celchu's shuttle." "Much as I personally want you to succeed in this, I sort of have to say no. Duty and officer's oaths and all that. You understand." "Oh, that's right." Luke turned to Wedge. "Could I trouble you to set your blaster on stun and point it at the other general?" "No, not really." "Please?" Wedge sighed. "I'm not going to point a blaster at my best friend. Plus, his pilot will be obliged to jump in the way or do something equally noble and foolish. I'm not going to point a blaster at my little girl." "Thank you, Daddy."