Chapter 2
Cheetos changed the subject. "Who's the pilot, Uncle?"
"A very good one."
"Yeah, but who?"
"Why would you need to know that?"
"Why are you not telling me?"
"Shut up!"
"Shut up yourself!"
"Fine, Cheetos," Uncle grumbled, "I'll tell you. The pilot is your father, the greatest pilot of all. The pilot is Han Solo."
"Why did you not want me to know that?" Cheetos asked.
"Shut up!"
Cheetos decided to drop the subject. He went to explore the ship. He passed a ton of rooms, and finally came to the room where his father was, controlling the ship.
"Dad?" Cheetos asked timidly. Dad jumped and turned around. When he saw it was only Cheetos, he relaxed.
"What is it, son?" he asked.
"Why didn't Uncle want me to know you were the pilot?"
"I think it was because he thought you would start crying or something. He thought you'd break down and make me keep you on or something."
"Dad?"
"What now?"
"Well, I was just wondering, why are we flying on this ship?" Cheetos asked his father.
"Do you have a problem with it?"
"Well, no offense, but this is a load of garbage."
Dad stared at Cheetos. "You sound just like your uncle. But this load of garbage, which by the way is called the Millennium Falcon, just might save your life someday, Cheetos. Remember that."
Cheetos went back to his seat, bored. Suddenly, he heard his dad call from the cockpit.
"We have company, Luke! I'm jumping to lightspeed!"
"Okay, Han!" Uncle shouted back. Then he turned to Cheetos. "Fasten your seatbelt, young boy. This is going to be a wild ride."
Cheetos fastened his seatbelt and pulled it tighter until he could barely breathe. He felt the Millennium Falcon start to move and closed his eyes tight, preparing for the worst to come.