An Incredible Chance
Han Solo walked confidently to his trusty ship, the Millennium Falcon. He had just finished with his meeting, a meeting that had taken place with an extremely old ewok. Not your standard meeting, but then again, Han wasn't your standard person. He walked up the ramp into his ship and entered, briefly greeting Chewie, his faithful companion. He walked into the cockpit, and for the first time since his arrival on Endor, breathed a sigh of relief. He had gone to the forest planet to enquire of a ewok guru whether or not his trip to Tatooine would prove successful. The guru had told him nothing except that a chance, over 1 in 55 million, would befall him. Han grinned as he remembered this, for he was going to Tatooine for only one reason; he was going to enter the Tatooine lottery, where there was a 1 in 55 million chance of winning! He could almost feel those credits in his hand already…
Han deftly guided the ship into light-speed mode with the help from his co-pilot Chewie. The new hyper-drive was recently installed, a new version with twice the stability of the old one. The ship jumped forward easily. Han smiled again, the system was great, the ship was operating to full capacity, and he was going to a place where there was lots of money to be earned. Han Solo was definitely a happy man.
After a quick dinner, Han was back at the ships controls. The computer told him that he was nearing Tatooine, and he prepared to switch the controls from Auto to Manuel. Suddenly a piece of rock, no bigger than a bowling ball, hit the ship. In light-speed this was almost impossible, but what was a greater surprise, was that it happened to hit the hyper-drive thrusters at the exact angle that managed to throw them off. There was nothing Han could do. The ship spun out of control, continued straight towards Tatooine, and crashed into its surface at light-speed. Right before impact, Han had time for only one thought; "What were the chances of that happening?"