It is a dark time for the Rebellion. Although the Death Star has been destroyed, Imperial troops have driven the Rebel forces from their hidden base and pursued them across the galaxy.

Evading the dreaded Imperial Starfleet, a group of freedom fighters led by Luke Skywalker has established a new secret base on the remote ice world of Hoth.

The evil lord Darth Vader, obsessed with finding young Skywalker, has dispatched thousands of remote probes into the far reaches of space...

On the frozen plains of Hoth, Luke Skywalker, mounted on a tauntaun, patrols the snow-covered landscape. The icy wind bites at his face as he pauses to scan the horizon with his macrobinoculars.

"Echo Three to Echo Seven. Han, old buddy, do you read me?" Luke's voice crackles over the comlink.

"Loud and clear, kid. What's up?" Han Solo's voice replies, slightly distorted by the static.

"Well, I finished my circle. I don't pick up any life readings," Luke reports, glancing around the barren expanse.

"There isn't enough life on this ice cube to fill a space cruiser. Sensors are placed. I'm going back," Han responds, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"Right. I'll see you shortly. There's a meteorite that hit the ground near here. I want to check it out. It won't take long," Luke says, curiosity piqued by the recent impact.

As Luke dismounts and approaches the meteorite, he hears a distant growl. Before he can react, a massive wampa ice creature lunges from the shadows, knocking him unconscious with a powerful swipe and dragging him away, leaving his tauntaun to flee in terror.

Back at the Rebel base, the bustling activity contrasts sharply with the cold, desolate landscape outside. Han Solo strides into the command center, his expression one of determination mixed with concern. "Well, Your Worship, looks like you managed to keep me around for a little while longer," Han teases Leia, trying to lighten the mood.

Leia's eyes narrow slightly, but there's a spark of amusement in her gaze. "I had nothing to do with it."