Han and Lando walked across the windswept surface of the platform, through ranks of parked vessels, until Lando stopped and pointed. “There it is. The Millennium Falcon.” Han stared across the permacrete at the modified light stock freighter, Corellian made and engineered, model YT-1300 Transport. He’d seen plenty of them before, and had always liked them—Corellians were good engineers as well as good pilots. But, as Han stared at this particular ship, something strange happened. Without warning, he fell suddenly, irrevocably, irretrievably in love. This ship called to him, she sang to him a Siren's song.
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