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one, I figure. The plan was to make a fake prisoner out of Chewie. Chewbacca was a little grumpy about the restraints, but finally we were ready.
    Off we went, leaving the droids to man our new command post, running on guts and a certain biped sophistication, if I do say so myself. Sometimes I gotta laugh just thinking of the stunts I pull to stay alive.
    At the time it wasn’t that funny. Talk about one uneasy trip through the innards of the Death Star. Even hidden inside those weird clown disguises we felt visible, like people could tell we didn’t belong there. When you’ve been living the rough life, just the sight of all that shiny equipment and those sparkling metal corridors makes you nervous. Somebody forgot to tell me evil is clean.
    Anyway, we finally arrived at the main detention center and reported in. Things started off all official-like and we thought we were pulling this thing off. Of course, all this gave way in a moment to general havoc when we sensed they weren’t buying our little routine.
    We were blasting guards and camera eyes and gate controls like we knew what we were doing. And in the chaos that followed we somehow managed to locate the princess.
    Luke hightailed it to her cell while Chewie and I tried to hold off some very unhappy Imperial troops. No, we didn’t succeed. Like that’s news.
    Next thing you know Chewie and I were flying down the detention tunnel to warn the kid that the game was up. It was looking like we were cornered right near the royal one’s cell.

DATA PAD ENTRY 9
    Han: Now here’s a touching moment, my meeting the princess. You know what her first words to me were? Do you? I’m talking gratitude, here. She glared at me and said, “Looks like you managed to cut off our only escape route.” Like we had time to plan this little escapade for months! Then after she insulted our planning a little more, she blasted a grate in the wall next to me, almost frying me. No “I’m sorry,” just a cute little “Somebody has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, flyboy.”
    A piece of work, that one. Of course, now I admire her for taking charge like that. But at the time that attitude of hers was pretty hard to swallow. I mean, we’d just given her the only hope she had of keeping that royal skin of hers.
    In all honesty, the garbage chute was probably our only escape route. Not that this fact impressed the furry one here. Oh, no, he took offense to the stench coming from the garbage. Fine time to find out something new about Chewbacca—he’d rather have blasters coming at him than offend his highly developed sense of smell.
    Chewbacca: Warowwwrrk!
    Han: Don’t yell at me, pal, I’m just relating the facts. You gotta admit it’s pretty funny. Though at the time I was ready to pluck your sensitive pelt, hair by hair.
    If at all possible, Sai’da, avoid Imperial garbage. Besides the lovely perfume and the slimy water, there was some creature that kept trying to pull Luke to the depths of that pit for keeps. I was thinking, we risk all this and the kid is going to end up a tasty treat for some slime-sucking leech? We were all in a panic when the kid finally surfaced for good. Maybe he wasn’t so tasty. I don’t know.
    We didn’t have much time to consider Luke’s good fortune, though. Next thing we knew the walls started closing in on us. The compressor had been activated.
    That’s when we first started to form into this ill-suited, but pretty hot fighting unit. Suddenly, we had to be working together. No one was a slacker, I’ve got to give them that. I like being with people who can keep their wits about them, use their heads in a crisis.
    The problem is, when you’re caught up in the action, you don’t notice you’re starting to get sucked in.
    Sai’da: In to what?
    Han: Huh? Oh, you know, into this camaraderie thing. In this case, it led right to the Rebel enclave. When you’re just reacting moment to moment, you don’t have time to figure out what kind