The TIE cannons flash. The Falcon lurches again with the hit.
“Wait until I get my hands on Leia!” Han growls.
Chewbacca roars and points to a life-support alarm. The Falcon’s cabin is losing pressure!
Tightly, the pilot asks, “Can you stop it?”
Two more energy bolts strike somewhere in the rear. An ominous creak echoes up the access corridor.
Another hit jolts the Falcon. Air begins to whistle into the vacuum of space. Han jumps to his feet. “We’d better plug that hole.”
Already feeling dizzy from the loss of air, the Corellian scrambles for the bulkhead door. Chewbacca follows, wheezing heavily. A chill ahs crept into the Falcon’s cabin.
Han opens the bulkhead door and rushes into the main corridor. A small tornado rages in the main cabin. Equipment and debris of every type flies toward a hole in the topside hull. The air current lifts Han and pulls him toward the breach.
A hairy hand grasps his ankle. Han glances down. Chewbacca has anchored himself to the bulkhead door with one powerful hand, and latched onto Han with the other. If the Wookiee grows tired or faints, and it is only a matter of time until the lack of air knocks him out, Han will fly through the hole.
“What do we do now?” Han yells.
The Chewie shrugs, almost losing his grip. “Maurrogh!”
“How come I always have to come up with the ingenious plans?”
How long can Chewie hold on? What plan will Han devise to save himeself and his beloved freighter? Whether they limp home at sublight speeds, or patch the Falcon together in deep space, or get picked up by the Eradicator and slapped in an Imperial brig is another story. This adventure has reached an end; Click here to try again.