By:  A. C. Crispin Published by Bantam Books March 1998 The Millennium Falcon is "the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy."  So when Han Solo wins it in a game of sabacc, he and Chewbacca become kings of the smugglers--uncatchable, unstoppable.  But with the Empire clamping down, Han knows his luck can't last.  Still, when an old girlfriend who is now the leader of an insurgent Rebel group offers him a shot at an incredible fortune, Han can't resist.  The plan seems like a sure thing.  The resistance will be light and the take enormous.  Han and his friends will divide it equally with the Rebels.  Too bad for Han that the planet of Ylesia is far from a pushover, that the Rebels have an agenda of their own, and that smuggler friends can turn into enemies...quicker than lightspeed.

    "Don't move, Solo," came a voice from the past.
    Han froze.
    The High Priest had a blaster rifle in his hand, and his eyes held a mad glitter that told Han there was no way to talk his way out of this one.
    "Hands raised," the Priest directed.  Han, Chewie, and Bria all put their hands up.  Han glanced at the others, trying frantically to think of a way to get out of this.
    "I shall enjoy this," the Priest said.
    "Hey," Han said, "Jabba's a friend of mine.  You kill me, he won't take it kindly."
    The Priest laughed wheezily.  "Hutts do not have friends," he said.  "Farewell, Solo."
    Pointing the blaster at Han, the Priest's small, stubby finger began to tighten on the trigger.
    Han shut his eyes.  He heard the sound of the blaster's whine--
    --and he felt nothing.  No pain.  No searing heat.
    After a prolonged moment, Han heard the sound of a body fall with a loud thud.