Convincing Mr. Solo to pose for me for this painting was a feat Hercules himself would shake his meaty head at.  Mr. Solo does not suffer fools lightly (as in: me) and is pretty resourceful. But there are things even an infamously, nefarious smuggler-scoundrel has trouble getting his hands on. Things that a cross-dimensional, multi-genre, time-travelling artist can manage.  So the Millenium Falcon now has an incredibly impressive home theater system, with a nigh-infinite collection of content. (It was pretty fun seeing his reaction to the Indiana Jones trilogy.  And Chewie is now obsessed with Snuffleupagus and Sweetums.)  The Falcon also now has a root beer replicator. The hardest acquisition was a bit of advanced tech from the distant future, a little something from Andromeda’s robotic brothel planet Buzzfuns VI. I think it’s best you don’t know details. 

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For Star Wars Galaxies. Copyright Sony Online Entertainment, and everyone else you’d expect a Star Wars thing to be copyrighted by. 

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Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. Special thanks to Original Green, the Mountain Dew Cybervixen who helped me smuggle the...thing with the thing out of the thing.