Han Solo here.
Despite last week's death of myself and Chewie, the Emperor saw some
potential in us. He managed to finish off some assorted troopers after
Chewie and myself did a bang up job of clearing his former pupil Vader and
sidekick Mace Windu.
So he paired with us again to take down the renegade bounty hunters Jengo
Fett / Zam Wessel and the confused Jedi kids of Luke and Leia (father issues
and all that). Fresh out of the clone tanks, we challenged the bunch to a
showdown at the ole Genosis arena.
At first there were lots of nicks and scratches all around with everyone's
defenses sharp before fatigue set in. Zam was probably hit the hardest but
she was a cold blooded survivor. Then mister fancy pants Jango Fett flies
in on his jetpack with a liberal application of flame to the Emperor and his
guards. Before you know it, the Emperor is soon dead and this deal is now
as sour as the smell of Tauntaun guts.
Now Chewie who was hoping to be the next Darth is pretty enraged. Never
piss of a wookie. Somehow the anger focuses him as he retrieves the old
bowcaster and levels Jango. (And you thought Jango might be uglier if
someone like Mace Windu could ever decapitate him).
So now I'm thinking I've got as much chance of surviving as blasting a
womprat in a T1 Hopper (but then again never tell me the odds.) Somehow in
the confusion the royal guards disappear and I'm alone against Luke, Leia,
They didn't name me Solo for nothing. Luke is cowering behind Leia and Zam
so I finish off the two of them in back to back blasts. (Leia was a good
kisser and all but not quite great in the sack if you know what I mean).
After those two shots I have the good sense to run away for a breather
because Luke is livid after Leia's death.
We play sandperson and jawa for awhile, but I have enough good sense to
avoid that lightsaber of his. Discretion is the better part of valor so I
flee from time to time after a few well placed shots. Before you know it
the farm boy is farm manure.