A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

Star Wars

The Flight of the Falcon

2.4BBY (Years Before the Battle of Yavin)

Han Solo, the daring Corellian smuggler and Chewbacca, the fiercely loyal wookiee warrior, have found themselves in another tough situation. Himae the Hutt has tricked Solo into giving him precious imports from Jabiim and has handed them over to Imperial forces on Nal Hutta. Now awaiting a mysterious commander to arrive and take the two to their dooms, they plot secretly to break out and return to Tatooine and on the way, get the Millenium Falcon back.

The two are about to embark on another adventure that will take them across the stars...

A loud booming sound emitted in a very calm and quiet region of space around the planet of Nal Hutta.

An odd shaped spacecraft zoomed into an empty area of the vacuum as very few starships left and entered the atmosphere of the planet.

"Command station, this is shuttle PR-581, requesting immediate clearance to proceed for planet entry," A voice broke the silence of the cockpit as a pilot wasted no time in the approach towards the black market world of the hutts.

"PR-581, we require a full marking scan and a clearance code check out from you immediately, before we can confirm your present course," a man interrupted the silence again , but this time coming from the audio box in a frequently static tone. A pair of Tie fighters were approaching the ship from the rear, with no doubt as the escort.

"Command station, clearance code is being transmitted, standby to receive at authorisation 'Glorious Jewel'," a man wearing a black tunic uniform and cap with a small Imperial emblem on each shoulder replied, seated on the left side of the cockpit. He was the captain of the vessel which now seemed obvious as being an Imperial Lamda - class shuttle carrying a very important ambassador of the Imperial Navy within the cabin, behind the metal fuselage that protected everything inside against the deadly vacuum outside. The communication signal was being relayed to a nearby space station orbiting Nal Hutta's largest moon, Nar Shaddaa (the Vertical City).

A few moments later, the man on the other end of the frequency came back, " Transmission received, you may proceed to the planet surface, land in sector 1, platform D - 3."

"Copy that. We are commencing our approach, PR-581 out," the pilot said flicking off the comm link and increasing the velocity. The shuttle began to lower its nose down to face the planet and as it did the escort broke off and headed back to the space station. It didn't take long for the spacecraft to speed down through the gloomy atmosphere and towards an Imperial landing platform near the Imperial outpost PRX - 15.

"Command PRX, this is PR-581, we are landing, inform the commander that Colonel Abracken has arrived," the co - pilot said as the viewscreen presented a miserable landscape of muddy plains and pollution infested skies which was pouring down constant rain. The Imperial base was not much different, as it was built to blend in with its environment.

"This is Command PRX, Commander Davian will meet you inside the main entrance," The comms officer came back and acknowledged. The shuttle deployed it's landing gear and folded its wings into a locked position as it decelerated and came to a stop on the pad. A perfect landing with the shuttle's position being precisely centered on the landing platform, however this is not unusual for an Imperial lamda crew as all Imperial pilots are taught to be perfect in their field of work at the Imperial academy on Corulag.

The so called Colonel Abracken began to make his way down the exit ramp and hurriedly proceeded towards the rusted, large entrance to the Imperial base, as his other fellow officers and stormtroopers attempted to catch up. When the entrance bulkhead doors finally hissed open, the Colonel was already soaking wet, but it didn't seem to bother him as he had other things in mind and much business to attend to.

"Ah, colonel Abracken, so good to s..."

"I have no time to discuss the situation commander," As a voice greeted from the entrance to the base, the Colonel was quick to interrupt and without raising an eyebrow, just walked straight past the Commander and his staff.

"I have much to do and very little time to do it in so will you please direct me to the holding cell of one, Han Solo and one, Chewbacca as they are wanted for traitorous crimes against the Empire," the Colonel had a very posh and noticable coruscanti accent that represented him as being a strict and impatient person. The Commander was not very pleased with the result of the traditional pleasantry he had attempted to give, but nevertheless followed the Colonel down the hallway keeping a half smile on his face.

"Those cells are in sector 3 just down the hallway there and held in containment at a maximum security level with full 24 hour surv..." Once again the Colonel interrupted.

"I already said commander, I am not interested in their status, now hurry up and show me to their holding cells or I'll find someone more fit for the job to do so," he said with slight frustration beginning to build up inside him.

"Yes sir, sorry sir, right this way sir," the Commander rapidly walked along the corridor towards a turbolift while the rest of the staff slowly caught up.

This is the first chapter to a story I've been wanting to write for some time now. Sorry about not writing the other stories, I've been down at Burnham Military base for SAA and I've had school, but that won't stop me from now on. Oh yeah and if you have any canonical tips then you know who I am. Now read on.