EPILOGUE:
Han Solo glanced out the hangar door. It was going to be another wet day on this dreary, godforsaken planet. It would be nice for once if the rebels picked a place for their base on a temperate planet, something not too hot and not too cold. They seemed set on picking the most miserable spots in the entire galaxy. Han leaned against the wall and examined the Alliance's new shipment of supplies that he was supposed to be guarding. His eyes gleamed as they fell upon one of the new "toys" amongst the otherwise usual shipment. Han ran his tongue along his bottom lip and casually wandered over to sleek two-man contraption with the most stellar engine. He hadn't seen one of these is years, not since his early days in the Imperial Academy. This vehicle was a classic and very expensive. How did it end up in the possession of the rebels? Who cared, Han amended. It was there and that's all that mattered. He reached out and lightly ran his finger over the smooth titanium body.
"Don't even think of it!"