Why did I have to run into this fercocht scientist?! Han Solo mumbled to himself. It was supposed to be a simple run - just one small load of Texarkian brandy, in 28 hours, to the planet of Goreria. But, no, nothing had turned out simple. First they ran into the Bride; a former dancer running from her wedding, pursued not only by local imperial law enforcement, but also by some band of colorful renegade assassins. Admittedly, she was cute. So it wasn’t a total loss. But having had to approach the planet via that out-of-the-way base had been a mistake. The old man who promised a short cut had turned out to be a real problem.

“How could I have known that this Brandy was for the celebration of the destruction of the icecaps to make way for Imperial annexation in the wake of near total planet wide destruction?!” Han shouted to Chewie. He got a series of grunts as a response, as the pursuers laser beams singed the hull of the Millennium Falcon.

Smoke Bandits of Texarkia

The Apocryphal Adventures of Han Solo (vol. 3)

F. Gregory. (Chapbook. Undated. Printed in Czechoslovakia.)