"Chewie, get the engines started!" shouted an older Han Solo, his hair a distinguished piece of textured grey plastic. "We’ve got a galaxy to save, and I think I left the hyperdrive lever in the other set!"
Waiting at the bottom was a familiar, hunk-of-junk ship. The Millennium Falcon sat there, its radar dish slightly askew.
Should we continue the adventure on the or see what Finn is up to with the Resistance?