Hanger 119
Nick Salemi
Prologue
Seven years before the fateful day when he met Luke Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi in a cantina on Tatooine, Han Solo and his Wookiee Companion, Chewbacca, are hired by a Twi'lek spice dealer, named Gyb Ruhtann, on Ryloth to smuggle a large shipment of Ryll spice to the planet Cato Neimoidia. Han takes the job and he and Chewie land where the Twi'lek instructs them to, but the two of them are attacked by imperial stormtroopers the second they step off out of the Millennium Falcon. They manage to avoid the imperial troops, but they are forced to leave the Falcon behind. Now they are fugitives on the planet, without any money or anyway to escape the planet. They must find a way to recover the Falcon and find out how the Empire knew they were shipping spice…..
Chapter 1
"Chewie, get over here!" Han Solo shouted from behind a large crate, which he was using as cover from incoming blaster fire. He reached around the crate and fired a few quick shots at the Imperial stormtroopers on the other side of the street. Chewbacca came up behind Han and tossed a stun grenade over his head. The grenade landed in the center of the Imperials then went off with a brilliant flash of energy.
"Let's go." Shouted Han and the two of them ran down the street as fast as they could. Neither of them bothered to see whether or not all of the stormtroopers had been disabled or not.
A few minutes later the two of them hid in an alley several blocks away. They were on the planet Cato Neimoidia. They had been there for over two weeks, avoiding Imperial patrols and the local police. To help disguise himself; Han had dyed his hair a deep brown and he had also grown a short goatee. Likewise, Chewbacca had added some reddish-orange highlights to his fur. They were fugitives, their ship had been taken into custody by the Imperials and they had no money. All they had between them was a few ration bars that they were saving, a pair of comlinks, Han's DL-44 blaster, and Chewbacca's bowcaster.
"We can't do this for much longer, Chewie." Han stated; leaning against the alley wall as he tried to catch his breath. Chewbacca growled in agreement, brushing dust out of his fur.
"We need to find a way to get the Falcon back and then get the hell off of this rock." Han said.
Chewbacca barked a question.
"No, we're not going to just find another ship," Han answered fiercely, "we're getting the Falcon back or we're going to die trying." With that Han turned and started off down the alley.
Chewbacca sighed a deep Wookiee sigh and then slowly walked after his human partner.
Several hours later, the two of them were sitting at a table in a small nightclub. The club was lit by bright green and orange beams of light that swirled around the room. There was a large round table in the middle of the room, where four Twi'lek females in reveling outfits danced around. Hundreds of individuals of all kinds of species were gathered in the club. There were humans, Neimoidians, Rodians, Biths, Bothans, Gungans, Ithorians, Vors, Snivvians and many others. Some Han didn't even recognize. It was very crowded and noisy; a perfect place for two fugitives to hide out while they thought of a plan to get their stolen ship back.
"Alright Chewie, we need to get back to the hanger." Said Han, referring to Hanger 119 where they had landed the Falcon. "I think I know how we can get inside. We just need some kind of distraction."
Chewbacca shook his head and grunted a response. He was a little nervous about what Han might have planned.
"Well I think we should try and sneak in tomorrow night. There'll most likely be fewer guards out then. As far as a distraction goes, leave that to me I have an idea." Han said confidently.
Still a little wary, the Wookiee was silent for a moment. Then he bellowed a statement.
"What do you mean you think we should wait until we find another option?" Han asked, taken aback. "There might not be another option. This may be our only chance. It won't be long before either the Empire discovers and arrests us or we starve to death."
Chewbacca didn't say anything. He just leaned back and shook his head, hoping that Han knew what he was doing.