Forget it, let Han check out the meteor.

You shrug; it's cold and your tauntaun is smelling worse than usual. You activate your comlink. "Echo Three to Echo Seven. Han, old buddy, do you read me?"

Static fills the comm, then Han's familiar grouchy voice comes through. "Loud and clear, kid. What's up?"

"Well, I finished my circle. I don't pick up any life readings."

"There isn't enough life on this ice cube to fill a space cruiser," he grumbles, and you have to smile at the Corellian's sour mood. "The sensors are placed. I'm going back."

"Hang on, there's a meteorite that hit the ground near here. You mind checking it out?"

A pause, then: "Whatever, kid. It's not like my balls are gonna freeze any more than they already are. Solo out."

You smile again, and turn your tauntaun back towards Echo Base, looking forward to some hot grub... and maybe a little time spent with Leia. Your smile turns into a grin as you think about her; she's been an admirer of yours ever since the **** Star, and even though you think it might only be to make Han jealous, you'll let her do whatever she likes if it gets you into her royal pants.

The ridge of Clabburn Range comes into view through the snowy haze, and you reign your tauntaun in through the gaping hangar bay of Echo Base, leaving her with the stable master, Officer Rolado. Stepping through into the laser-blasted ice corridor, you shiver through your thermals. Time to get warm!