Nearly Lost It Iella Paintings by Wraith6 Han had many close escapes, but none were so close as when — during his rampage of grief and anger at Chewie's death — he nearly lost the love and respect of his family. This time even I have to admit that it was too close for comfort, that I barely scraped through bucking and fighting gravity, metal against metal, gouging an inferno shower of sparks; me, a fiery projectile throwing myself through the gap, ignoring the gut-churning screech, the protest of servos over- loaded, over-stressed; ignoring the friction searing my skin, the chill of lonely space beckoning, whispering a hairsbreadth away, prickling at my scalp. The bolts silent screaming strained against the over- whelming urge to surrender to mindless inertia, to just keep on keeping on — flying blind. Blind. Blinded. Or was it blinkered? Some might say just plain stupid. But that's me unfortunately. Me, who always has to push it to the limit. Me, with the incredible Solo luck. Well, I almost lost it this time, almost lost it all — everything, everyone — pulled up teetering on the brink, retarders squealing in protest; realised I was aiming at the wrong target. But that's how it is when you lose your copilot; you lose your perspective, and it's easy to shoot yourself in the foot. And I came so close, I nearly lost it all. But not quite. Disclaimer: All content is made up, and no profit or lucre is expected, solicited, advocated or paid. This is all just for fun. Any comments, please e-mail the author or WOOKIEEhut directly. Flames will be ignored. Characters and situations are based on those which are the property of LucasFilms Ltd., Bantam Publishing, Random House, and their respective original owners and developers. The rest is this story's author's own fault. This story may not be posted anywhere without the author's knowledge, consent, and permission. This story is presented by Wookieehut.com.