The majestic freighter named Millennium Falcon rested graciously inside Theed hangar, a hangar truly worthy to house this royal workhorse. The pristine finish of its pallid duraalloy plating echoed with stately reflection among the luminescence of the Royal Theed Hangar. The awkwardly placed cockpit to the starboard side of the saucer-vessel echoed a design of an iconoclast to Naboo's graciously sleek golden fighters sharing space. The Falcon was retooled and outfitted to accommodate for its upgraded fuel boosts. The craft itself, whose previous nomenclature has long been forgotten, was nearly decommissioned and scrapped until its previous owner sold it back to Corellian Engineering in a recall. As the first of a series of ships to be outfitted with the new plasma technology, Corellian Engineering renamed it to the Millennium Falcon so as to boast of its new speed.

Sio Bibble toured his way around the vessel; beside him was Ric Olié, Naboo's veteran pilot of the Naboo blockade, dressed in his yellow-trimmed flight suit matching the goldenrod fighters within. A few hairs of gray grew atop Olié's scalp, however he never revealed his age as a factor in his piloting skills. As Commanding Officer of the Naboo Flight Corps, he was asked by Bibble to be the first pilot outside of Corellian Engineering to pilot this craft.

Garnor Viz accompanied the pair around the ship, providing a verbal tour of the craft. A crimson one-piece jacket and pants matching his prestige more as a salesman, than a businessman adorned the rough-faced man. The trio toured toward the loading ramp on the starboard side, entering the vessel's interior, as they entered, Viz continued his excursion.

"You'll find, Bibble that the Millennium Falcon should serve the people of Naboo as the fastest freighter in the galaxy. She is the first craft in our fleet to take advantage of the Naboo plasma to boost its hyperdrive."

The group continued toward the cockpit area.

"However, she does work fine with our tested modifications from the factory, but we would not advise any after-market upgrades to streamline her hyperdrive further since we can not rate the natural decay of the plasma with other modifications. Let's just say that should something happen, we can not be to blame."

"Rest assured, Viz, I don't think we will need to perform any modifications." Ric Olié replied as he seated himself into the pilot's chair. He gazed outside the circular window toward the exit of Theed Hangar, admiring the pristine landscape and cascading waterfalls in the distance. He gestured his hands over the control sticks and pedals, browsing each detailed button to study each function as he would a critical piece of machinery.

"I can't wait to take this bird into the skies," Olié proclaimed.

"I don't see why we can't," Viz announced. "I have time, and I hope you find her abilities to your needs, Captain Olié."

"With your permission, Governor?"

"Of course, Olié. I'm interested in Corellia's work myself."

Ric Olié spied over the console again, pressing the necessary controls to ignite her engines. The Millennium Falcon arose from its rest in the hangar bay, gliding swiftly like her namesake towards the awaiting plains. Her landing gear retracted into the underbelly, engines igniting in a cerulean brilliance as the ship gallantly rushed into the skies.

The planet of Naboo rushed underneath the climbing vessel, atmosphere cleared as open space welcomed the craft into its open arms. The Falcon twisted and jerked as Ric Olié pushed her to the limits. The freighter seemed to bounce across space like a rock skipping a lake.

"I'd like to take her to supra-light speed, Governor."

"Destination," Bibble asked.

"Tatooine, it's close and we should be able to return within a few hours."

"Permission granted."

Ric Olié punched a few coordinates into the navcomputer as the hyperdrive kicked in with a noticeable whine. A speed gauge on the cockpit panel counted up towards the breaking of light, continuing to point seven as the distant stars blurred into a bright essence of engulfing white.

"Viz, I do believe this craft is performing to expectations. How many more ships are using our plasma?" Sio Bibble inquired.

"A few production models, but only sold to those whose wallets can budge. The Falcon is our gift for your generous fuel. We hope to outfit our entire production with this added fuel boost, but realize that it is a commodity and only offer it in a select line."

"Since the Corps is no longer necessary with the advent of the Republic Navy. We mostly keep our pilots for local defense or show performances around the galaxy since they are of a unique design. The Falcon could be used to store the needs of the pilots." Olié offered.

"Of course, Olié, but you'll also find that the supplemental armament makes this craft unique among freighters. As you've seen, we have mounted a pair of dorsal and ventral quad cannons in the event that you encounter pirates during use, but of course, her speed makes her an extremely maneuverable craft, you shouldn't have to have any problems with pirates that way."

Klaxons warned the entry back into sublight space as the Falcon roared back into visible spectrum. The golden glow of the desert globe throbbed in the distance as another craft in the distance exited the gravitational pull of the orb.

"Well, that was quick, Viz." Olié exclaimed.

"Yes, the modifications made to her hyperdrive to accommodate the speed boost allow for not only a faster drive but the necessities to upgrade the navcomputer have allowed the craft to inadvertently find previously unknown hyperspace routes; almost as if the Falcon is thinking for itself."

"How lovely, a navcomputer thinking on its own, and not using existing maps. I'm not so sure I can get used to it. I guess with more practice, it won't be too bad." Olié appeared to have his reservations about the new craft, but he was not in a position to object. Bibble welcomed the gift in exchange for trade. Olié realized that anything good for his planet would be beneficial to him as a citizen.

"Shall we return to Naboo, gentlemen?" Ric queried.

"Of course, we must see Garnor Viz back to his ship and finalize this deal."

Ric Olié piloted the Falcon away from the approaching planet, and with a brilliance of white light, the Falcon entered hyperspace.