Han and Leia Solo were seated in the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon as they came out of hyperspace. For once they were going on a well-deserved vacation. They hadn't had any time alone together in as long as either one of them could remember, so he finally insisted that Leia drop her political responsibilities so they could get away from everything for just a few days. Han refused to tell Leia where they were going for their little trip, but she trusted that it would be nice, as long as it was far away from the busy center of the galaxy known as Coruscant. She didn't care if Han took her to the desolate planet Dagobah that Luke had told her about, as long as she got to spend some quality time alone with her husband.
"Are we there yet?"
"Just about, sweetheart. Then we can finally start this vacation of ours."
"Good, I've been waiting for this for a long time."
"You've been waiting for this a long time? How about me? I've been trying to drag you away for months!"
"Well, I just couldn't resist your charms anymore. Actually, I couldn't deprive myself of you for too much longer before I went completely insane."
"Well, it's nice to know at least you still need me sometimes."
"Not sometimes," she corrected, "all the time. Unfortunately, I can't spend all my time off fooling around with you. Luckily, we have all week to make up for it." She smiled at him seductively.
"I like the sound of that," he said as he leaned over and kissed her softly. "But first thingsfirst. Gotta land this thing." He turned his attention back to piloting his ship when the cockpit suddenly began to shake violently.
"What the hell?"
"What is it, Han?"
"I don't know. It's like as soon as we entered the atmosphere I lost control. Nothing's working!" His hands moved furiously across the controls, trying to stop the Falcon from plummeting to the ground. But everything failed to respond and the Falcon continued to spiral towards the planet below.
"Better strap in, Leia!" Han shouted, but Leia had already managed to secure herself into the copilot seat. He fought to gain control. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing was working. He looked over to Leia to find that she looked more afraid than he was, if that was possible. He didn't want her to die, and he especially didn't want it to be his fault.
At this point gravity was doing most of the work. Han slammed his fists into the control panel in frustration. The ground was getting closer and he only had a few more seconds to try to soften the blow. But with zero control he had the sudden realization that there was nothing he could do. This was it. This was how he and Leia would die, off in the middle of nowhere because he selfishly wanted to spend a few days alone with her. He looked into her eyes, grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "I'm sorry," he said softly as the tears that began to well up in his eyes.
Leia looked longingly at him and mouthed, "I love you."
Han mouthed the words back at her, wondering if this would be the last time that he would get to see his wife's beautiful face. He didn't want it to end this way. They were too young;, barely married for a year and their life together had only just begun. He squeezed Leia's hand more tightly as they passed the trees and he saw an ocean in front of them. At this speed, hitting the water wasn't going to be any better than hitting solid rock. Han was trying to hold Leia's gaze, trying to sear the memory of her face into his mind for all eternity.
The hull smashed into the treetops and shook the cockpit, and the impact actually managed to slow them down somewhat. Maybe they would be ok after all?
That thought was cut short as the Falcon plunged into the ocean, and everything went black.