Calrissian ever showing up. But he was delighted with his housewarming gift, Kate, the housekeeping droid. The guests departed, except for Han and Chewbacca’s closest friends. And within two hours, the evidence of Kate’s hard work could be seen in every room. The floors were suction-cleaned, the dishes were sanitized, the trash was compacted and recycled, the leftover food was preserved in a cooling chamber, and thank-you messages were written for each and every single one of the presents Han had received.
"Roww-groooowwf!" Chewbacca howled, with a big smile.
"You’re right, Chewie," said Han Solo, shaking his head in amazement. "No way that I could make it as a homeowner without the help of a housekeeping droid like Kate!" Han gave Luke a nudge. "Thanks a lot, old buddy. You sure had a good idea!"
"Don’t thank me for the idea," Luke said. "Thank Ken. He thought of it."
"The idea just popped into my head," Ken explained, smiling. Both Luke and Han gave Ken an appreciative pat on the back.
"I hope you will all give credit where credit is due," piped up the golden droid, See-Threepio, in a jealous tone, turning to face Han. "I was the one who finally persuaded Luke of the merits of Ken’s idea. I pointed out that you and Chewbacca seldom keep the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon neat and tidy. Without a housekeeping droid, in two weeks your house would end up looking like the trash compactor on board the Death Star. Do you remember when you were trapped in the trash compactor, and I said-"
"Yes, yes, I remember, I remember-" Han said quickly, shutting Threepio up. "My thanks to you, too, Threepio."
"Bzeeepooosh! " beeped Artoo-Detoo.
"And to you, too, Artoo," Han added. Then he put his arm around Princess Leia. "And Princess, thank you so much for coming. The party wouldn’t have been the same without you."
"I wouldn’t have missed it for anything," she replied. Leia smiled and gave Han a peck on the lips.
Han smiled back and gave her a long kiss in return.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Han’s communication beeper was buzzing. Oh no, he thought. Who could be calling me now?
"Excuse me, folks," Han said. "I’ll just be a minute." Han went into his bedroom, where an ultrahigh-density household communication screen was located. He tuned in the large wall screen, and received the incoming message. An image of Lando’s face popped onto the screen, and he didn’t look very happy.
"Sorry I missed your party, Han," Lando said. "But a whirlwind of trouble came along and set my head spinning."
"What’s wrong, Lando?" asked Han.
"This is good-bye, old buddy. My political career in Cloud City has just come to an end!"
"What are you talking about? You can’t just leave! You’re Cloud City’s governor!"
"I only wish that were true," said Lando. "I blew it, buddy. Remember how cocksure and self-confident I was the day I bet the Millennium Falcon and lost it to you in a sabacc game? Well, I had another attack of extreme self-confidence today-and I bet my position as governor in a game with Zorba the Hutt, Jabba the Hutt’s old man." Han’s mouth fell open. "Jabba the Hutt’s father? That old slug? Nobody’s seen him for years!"
"Well, he’s back. And the bad news is, he aced me. So Zorba is your new governor. Cloud City is sure to go to ruin." Lando glanced at his watch. "I’m on my way. My bags are packed, and my spaceship for the Zabian System is all set to leave."
"But what’ll you do, Lando? You’re out of a job!"
"Don’t worry about me," Lando replied. "I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve. I’ve been thinking about trying my hand at the theme park business." A shocked expression swept over Lando’s face. He could no longer put off telling Han the worst news of all. "Han, I overheard Zorba talking. He found out that Princess Leia killed Jabba. He’s got the look of revenge in his big, ugly reptilian eyeballs. Whatever you do, don’t let him find out that Leia is here on the planet, or she’s a