The lift door closes behind Han. “I hope I don’t regret this,” he says. Although his arm hurts terribly, the shock has subsided enough that he can use it.
“You won’t,” Sodarra promises. He fires at the humans again. “My men had execution orders in case you returned alone.”
“Some pal,” Han says. He jams the butt of his blaster rifle into a Gamorrean’s stomach, then turns the weapon toward another of the axe-wielding aliens and pulls the trigger. It falls, screaming in agony.