"Then I'll see you in hell!"
Those words echoed through my head as the Tauntaun I was riding ran through the icy wastelands of Hoth. A couple times I would pull out my scanner.
No readings.
Many times I called the kid's name,
no answer.
By now the Tauntaun was wheezing, so I pulled it to a stop so it could catch it's breath. While parked, I again pulled out my scanner, scraping the snow off of the screen. I looked at it warily as it tested the area, expecting nothing. The scanner read, FAINT LIFE-READINGS AHEAD-2 MILES
Faint life-readings ahead,
Faint life-readings ahead,
Faint life-readings ahead,
The words pulsed through my veins and I suddenly felt hope. Hope that I would find the kid, my friend.
Han old-buddy do you read me?
I had never had a friend before. Except for Chewie. But Chewie was there because he thought he owed me a life debt, a debt I had tried to release him from for years now, and failed. Sure Chewie was good company, and I did care for him. But I never had a human friend. A friend I could really talk to, really care about.
Han old-buddy do you read me?
Luke had called me 'old-buddy'. I don't know why that really made me happy, but beneath the hard-core exterior of Han Solo, the real Han Solo needed a friend. I had always known Luke as, 'The kid' but he was more than that. He was my friend, he was my brother.
I pushed the Tauntaun at full speed. It was moaning in pain. I felt bad, but the only one on my mind was Luke. As I neared a large mountain of ice, I saw a figure on the ground. I pulled the Tauntaun to a stop and ran toward the figure. It was reaching toward me, then it collapsed onto the ground.
"Luke!" I cried.