All over the ship muted alarm buzzers sound. HAN anxiously watches the flashing lights on the control panel and adjusts some switches. One laserbeam hits very close to the FALCON’S cockpit. CHEWBACCA roars.
HAN: Okay, okay, so you were right! What do you want, a medal? Anyway, go prime up the quad guns, will ya? I’m gonna need you on that cannon! It doesn’t look like any of ‘em are going after Leia’s group, so we’ll just pick ‘em off up here.
CHEWBACCA grunts and moves to exit the cockpit.