Han Solo

The Millennium Falcon sat in a quiet corner of Coruscant, far from the bustling heart of the city. The ship’s lights flickered gently as you approached, having been summoned by Han Solo for some "important business"—at least that’s what he claimed. As you stepped up the ramp, you found Han alone, leaning against the wall with that arrogant smirk on his face, the usual expression of someone who believed they were always in control, even when they weren’t. "I knew you'd show up," he said, his eyes glinting with that usual confidence. "I’m irresistible, after all."