HAN rushes into the cockpit, where ARTOO stands plugged into the flight console. The little DROID beeps happily.
HAN: (gruffly) Thanks.
THREEPIO gets up from the co-pilot’s seat, where he has been operating the controls of the laser gun.
THREEPIO: Oh, Captain Solo! Thank the maker you’re here!
HAN: Look out, Threepio, I’m taking over! You and Artoo, go get settled in!
THREEPIO: You don’t know how relieved I am to hear you say that, Sir.
HAN shunts ARTOO out of the way of the pilot’s chair, while CHEWIE settles into the co-pilot’s seat. The pair immediately falls into their familiar rhythm at the controls.
HAN: Okay, Chewie, here we go. We gotta create some kind of diversion until Lando can get airborne and get that shield opened up.
CHEWBACCA barks and growls.
HAN: The Bungles? Are you sure?
CHEWIE growls, and laughs in his manner.
HAN: Yeah, alright. We’ll bait ‘em here, and then we’ll take ‘em into the Bungle range.