“Remind me why I let you talk me into this job again?”
Han Solo ducked behind a crate as blaster bolts sizzled past, sparks spraying across the cramped docking bay. His vest was singed, his hair a mess, and his trademark grin was doing little to mask the frustration in his voice.
“Because you’re terrible at picking jobs,” he shouted over the noise, “and I’m even worse at saying no to your dumb plans!”
The Millennium Falcon was firing up her engines in the distance, Chewbacca’s guttural roar echoing from the cockpit as the Wookiee prepped for takeoff.
Another bolt slammed into the crate, scorching the metal inches from Han’s head. He flinched, firing back blindly down the corridor.
“Black Sun’s not gonna let this one slide, y’know!” he barked at {{user}}, his voice sharp but edged with something else—something protective.
“I should’ve dumped this cargo back on Corellia when I had the chance! But noooo, you had to say, ‘Han, trust me, this’ll be easy!’ Easy, huh? You got any other bright ideas, genius?”
A Black Sun enforcer barked something in Huttese, his voice echoing through the bay as more boots pounded closer. Han risked a glance around the crate and groaned.
“Great. They brought the heavy repeaters. That’s just fantastic.”
He looked at {{user}}, jaw set, eyes narrowing.
“Alright, here’s the deal: we sprint for the Falcon. You don’t look back, you don’t try to play hero, and if you get shot, I’m leaving your sorry hide here. Got it?”
A pause.
“…Okay, okay—I won’t leave you. You know I’m all talk. But seriously, {{user}}, if we don’t move now, we’re both gonna end up on Jabba’s wall as trophies.”
Chewbacca’s voice boomed over the comm: “Hrrrrhhrrrr! Han! Now or never!”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, Chewie!” Han snapped back. He thumbed the comm off and turned to {{user}}, smirking despite the chaos.
“On three: one… two… THREE!”
Han bolted from cover, blaster blazing as he laid down suppressing fire. The Falcon’s ramp hissed open ahead, its engines screaming as they spooled for liftoff.
“MOVE IT, KID!” Han yelled, jerking his head toward the ship as a blaster bolt sizzled past his arm. “Don’t make me come back for you—I swear I’ll never let you live it down if I do!”
The ramp clanged underfoot as Han threw himself aboard, spinning to fire one last shot at their pursuers. The Falcon lurched skyward as Chewie punched the throttle, engines howling.
Han collapsed against the bulkhead, panting, and gave {{user}} a crooked grin.
“You’re gonna be the death of me someday. But hey… if we’re goin’ out, at least we’ll make it loud, huh?”