Badjun Conjo had been having a terrific day, the best in years. He had discovered a fabulous prize, been able to claim a ship as reward, and had been restored to the rank of Captain with honors. That all changed in the past twenty minutes. The base he called his home for the past several years was attacked and overrun. Worse than that, a ship that he had been having great luck in fixing and getting ready for flight had suddenly and inexplicably been giving him non-stop headaches. After the successful repair of the sub-light engines, power systems, navigational computer and hyperspace engines, now the ship's central computer was refusing to listen to him as he tried to launch. It was not a complicated machine. You tell it what to do and it is just supposed to do it. Conjo had dealt with this kind of computer many times before, and usually it just worked. He wasn't used to getting errors, or crashes, or glitches. Apparently the computer didn't like him, and it wasn't shy about making that point known.
Conjo paced the deck and halls of the ship trying to work a solution when cannon fire erupted nearby. He quickly ran to his team mate working with him on the problem, the little blue and silver R2 unit. It was apparently a parting reward sent from Captain Antilles. The droid was truly a gift from above. It was instrumental in fixing all of the engines and especially the navigation systems. It was as smart as any engineer he had worked with, giving all of the right advice. There was no one on base willing to help Conjo and he really didn't know where he would be without this Artoo.
Now, when the situation was dire, the little driod was as dumbfounded as he was on why the ship's computer was being so obstinate. He was starting to think Solo had programmed the thing to behave this way. Maybe there was some secret code or command. He asked R2-D2 to ask the computer, talk to it again and find out while he was still connected to its terminal in the main hold. Then the droid began to beep and whir, and shake side to side. "Progress!" Conjo excitedly thought as he ran to the cockpit for his translator to see what Artoo was going on about.
The moment he got there his heart sank as he read Artoo's translation. It was an extremely rude response from the Falcon, including a note that the ship was displeased with the odor of its new captain, and it would not listen anymore until that was addressed.
Conjo looked around the cockpit for specialized sensors and tried to reason how the ship could possibly know about his odor problems. That's when the sound of the Falcon's lower rapid-firing laser gun sent him crouching behind the pilot's chair. He turned on the aft sensors and saw Imperial stormtroopers scattered around the ship, and being blasted away by his own guns!
"Now how did it know to do that?" Conjo wondered aloud. He leaned into the screen and saw two figures running towards the ramp. He hit the controls to close the ramp and, just as earlier, there was no response.
He couldn't make out who the first person was in the small screen, but it was a pirate, not a stormtrooper. Finally he thought, some help from Antilles to man the ship and get him out of here. The next figure was too large to be a man. He didn't recognize the creature until it turned towards the sensors. It was the wookie! The man – was that Solo?
Quickly Conjo sprang up from his chair and looked for a weapon. He had left his blaster back near the R2 unit. He needed something, he needed help! There was a long wrench in a toolbox tucked by the side of the cockpit. He reached for it and raised it as he heard footsteps thumping up the hallway towards the cockpit. He looked for somewhere to hide but it was too late as Han Solo burst into the cockpit, stopped and stared at him with raised eyebrows.
"I am the Captain of this vessel! I order you to vacate it at once!" Conjo yelled as fiercely as he could and raised the large wrench up high at Han and swung for his head.
"C'mon, really?" Han replied as he ducked the swing easily and wrapped Conjo's arm painfully behind his back. "Chewie!" Han yelled back up the hallway.
"Arrrrgh!" Chewbacca came running in and grabbed the man's arm from Han. With his other arm he grabbed the wrench and ripped it out of Conjo's hands. It was his best wrench and that made him particularly angry. Chewie held the wrench tightly and with his other arm he grabbed the back of his the creature's shirt. He lifted Conjo right up and promptly dragged him out of the cockpit, down the hallway, through the cabin and threw him clear down the ramp. Conjo went tumbling sideways all the way past Luke, who was backing up towards the ramp. Conjo scampered and crawled a bit out of the way and stayed down. He thought for sure something was broken.