Han Solo was in deep poodoo. He had been smuggling spice and, when forced to play tag with an Imperial starship, had dumped the load. That was many credits' worth of spice; no wonder Jabba the Hutt put such a price on his head.
But then this crazy old man came along, and it looked like Han was in the clear. The guy was willing to pay him seventeen thousand to take a girl and a droid off-planet. It was so ridiculous the thought he must be dreaming. No one would pay that much for a transport…unless, of course, it was illegal. Not than Han minded. He was a smuggler, after all.
They arranged to meet in an hour, where the Millennium Falcon was docked. As he old man left, Han shook his head and thought, This is crazy!
Life was like sabaac. Sometimes, just when you thought you would lose, you were dealt a lucky hand.
But then this crazy old man came along, and it looked like Han was in the clear. The guy was willing to pay him seventeen thousand to take a girl and a droid off-planet. It was so ridiculous the thought he must be dreaming. No one would pay that much for a transport…unless, of course, it was illegal. Not than Han minded. He was a smuggler, after all.
They arranged to meet in an hour, where the Millennium Falcon was docked. As he old man left, Han shook his head and thought, This is crazy!
Life was like sabaac. Sometimes, just when you thought you would lose, you were dealt a lucky hand.