Han and Chewbacca transport royal children to another planet when their planet’s goverment is collapsing. The mischevious children put Han to the test aboard the Falcon. Lots of fun.
“Okay, Chewie”, Han Solo yelled as he ran up the boarding ramp of his starship, the Millennium Falcon.
“Start checking her out for liftoff.” He loped into the cockpit where his friend and co-pilot was replacing a component of the computer. The Wookiee looked up just in time to see Han flash a quick, self-satisfied grin in his direction.
“I just closed the sweetest deal in history.” He announced as he slumped into the pilot’s chair, relishing every word.
“Simplest job we’ve ever had. All we have to do is fly some stuffy diplomats to Lyra…”
Chewbacca gave a reserved woof as he finished his task.
Han ignored him. “Do you know what we’re being paid? Thirty-five thousand, for a straight passenger run. Can you believe that?”
The Wookiee barked his opinion of this seemingly good fortune.
Han’s smile faded momentarily, “What do you mean, there have to be strings attached?. There’s no hitch, their contact already paid me…”: His partner interrupted with a suspicious comment. “Don’t be such a pessimist; I DIDN’T get hoodwinked. I”m telling you, Chewie, luck was smiling on us this time.” He slapped the Wookiee’s furry back, his enthusiasm returning. “They’ll be here in about an hour.”
Chewbacca shook his head and barked a question.
“Where do I USUALLY make most of our deals?” Solo countered. “There was this Regent guy there, looking to hire a ship for transport. He told me he’d already been turned down by three pilots. They must’ve been stupid to turn down thirty-five thousand easy credits.” The Wookiee barked an impatient request, not mentioning his opinion on how suspicious those three refusals looked.
“You’re sure getting touchy in your old age, pal.” Han teased in mock seriousness. “Yeah, I’ll go outside and check the running lights. Just yell when you’re ready to turn ‘em on.” He removed his booted feet from the edge of the flight console, and strode through the hatchway.
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