MAIN HANGAR DECK: Rebel troopers rush about unloading supplies and otherwise securing their new base.
The rider, Han Solo, swings off his lizard and pulls off his goggles.
He walks into the main hangar deck toward the Millennium Falcon, which is parked among several fighters.
Mechanics, R2 units, and various other droids hurry about.
Han stops at the Millennium Falcon where his Wookiee copilot, Chewbacca, is welding on a central lifter.
Chewie stops his work and lifts his face shield, growling an irritated greeting to his boss.
HAN: All right, don't lose your temper. I'll come right back and give you a hand.
Chewbacca puts his mask back on and returns to his welding as Han leaves.
COMMAND CENTER: A makeshift command center has been set up in a blasted area of thick ice.
The low-ceilinged room is a beehive of activity. Han pauses and notices . . .
Princess Leia, standing at a console nearby, dressed in a short white combat jacket and pants. Her hair is braided across her head in a Nordic fashion. She returns Han a thorough look and then turns her back to him.
Without saying a word, Han turns and moves on. Controllers, troops, and droids move about setting up electronic equipment and monitoring radar signals.
At a console, General Rieekan's attention turns to Han's approach.
HAN: No sign of life out there, General. The sensors are in place. You'll know if anything comes around.
Leia has a troubled look on her face as she stares at Han.
RIEEKAN (off screen): Commander Skywalker reported in yet?
HAN: No. He's checking out a meteorite that hit near him.
RIEEKAN (indicates radar screen): With all the meteor activity in this system, it's going to be difficult to spot approaching ships.
Taking a deep breath, Han blurts out what is on his mind.
HAN: General, I've got to leave. I can't stay anymore.
Leia overhears their conversation and seems somewhat distressed.
RIEEKAN: I'm sorry to hear that.
HAN: Well, there's a price on my head. If I don't pay off Jabba the Hut, I'm a dead man.
RIEEKAN: A death mark's not an easy thing to live with. You're a good fighter, Solo. I hate to lose you.
HAN: Thank you, General.
He turns to Leia as Rieekan moves away.
HAN (with feeling): Well, Your Highness, I guess this is it.
LEIA (angry): That's right.
Han sees she has no warmth to offer him and adopts a sarcastic tone.
HAN (cooly): Well, don't get all mushy on me. So long, Princess.
Han walks away into the quiet corridor adjoining the command center.
Leia stews a moment, then hurries after him.
Han stops in the corridor and turns to face Leia.
HAN: Yes, Your Highnessness?
LEIA: I thought you decided to stay.
HAN: Well, the bounty hunter we ran into on Ord Mantell changed my mind.
LEIA: Han, we need you!