From what Han could make out of the ship it wasn’t a model he recognized. It could have been some sort of cobbled together hybrid, or a custom built ship all its own, but what mattered right then and there was its nose dive at full speed towards the sandy planet. It didn’t look like they were pulling up either to avoid a crash.<br/><br/>“When did we become the heroes?” Han casually asked Chewie as the Falcon neared the planet roughly in the same area the other ship had gone down. Getting somewhat of an answer in return, Han only smirked and kept the Falcon on course. “Always gotta be a smartass.” He chuckled, only earning another comment from the Wookiee.<br/><br/>It wasn’t hard to locate the crashed ship. The marks from where it had slid being a big indicator, as well as the bright paint colours of the ship itself. Han docked the Falcon in the nearest city of Mos Eisley, not wanting to fall victim to the sand, and any other creatures that dwelt within it. Sure the city was a known criminal hangout, but Han had spent a great deal of time here and knew what he was getting into, it also helped that he was known.<br/><br/>“Han Solo, never thought I’d see you strolling through the market again.” Han stopped, turning to face the smiling merchant, seated under his tent.<br/><br/>“Well surprise surprise, here we are.” The man answered, walking over to the stand. “I see you’re back in business.” He remarked.<br/><br/>“No thanks to you.” The merchant barked, his smile gone.<br/><br/>“Just doing what I had to do.” Han shrugged and walked away to the protesting shouts of the merchant.<br/><br/>“Yeah I know Chewie, bad neighbourhood, but we’re not staying long. I hope.”<br/><br/>It took a few tries and some careful negotiating but Han was soon able to get a skiff for a decent price, saving him and Chewie a walk across the hot sands, and giving them something to bring back the survivors. If there were any. Nearing the crash, Chewie pointed out the figures of what must have been the crew. Pulling up next to them, Han let out a long whistle as he looked over the damage.<br/><br/>“That’s gonna cost a small fortune to repair.” He remarked, taking in the foreign ship, and the mixed crew outside of it. “I’d say don’t shoot, but I think I’ve got the upper hand here and don’t need to worry too much about that.” He continued, one hand on his blaster just in case. He felt Chewie’s presence next to him, and knew the Wookiee was also heavily armed.