“…and all I had to do to achieve it was flirt with that dried-up old orange fossil. Oh sure, I’d heard the stories: ‘Maz likes the bold ones.’ or Maz likes the bashful ones, or the hairy ones, or the scaly ones, or the soft ones, or the hard ones. Maz likes everyone and no one, and it all comes down to what she thinks she ‘sees’”

PAN MAZ CONFIRMED

“This must’ve been what Sana was talking about during that drink-off at Fort Ypso. Most people who ingest that much aquae infurnus start babbling nonsense, but looks like Sana surprised me again.”

PLEASE, TELL ME MORE CHELLI

That Girl, Rey. She’d be good to have aboard the Falcon. I could show her what I know. I’m not getting younger and having someone who can get down in the hatches would be good. And maybe she could carry on after I’m gone. Another roll of the dice. A scoundrel’s redemption.

Regrets have gotta be the worst part of getting old. Can’t stop thinking of things I said ages ago that I maybe shouldn’t have said. I spent so many years trying to become the person I wanted to be that I eventually started pushing away those who were smart enough to see it was all an act. I should have been a better partner, and a better father.

What if I could do it all over again? Honestly, things would probably play out the same. Not much point in thinking about it, though. Constantly looking over your shoulder is a pretty good way to keep going in circles.

You can’t change yesterday, so there’s no use getting all sad about it. But tomorrow? Look out.

Han Solo, Star Wars: Smuggler’s Guide

Oh Han. You beautiful, intractable idiot.

Paging through this book is like meeting you all over again. The outlaw braggart. The reluctant rebel. You infuriated me, and you knew it.

How many times did I threaten to throw you out of the airlock or dump you on a dead moon. But who other than a stubborn scoundrel like you could have pushed through my carefully crafted shields to reach the heartbroken orphan on the other side?

After Alderaan, I swore I’d never get close to anyone again. And then there you were, with your arrogance and that smirk and yes, I’ll admit it, those tight pants. I never had a chance, did I?

I had you pegged the moment I laid eyes on you. An outlaw, a troublemaker, a reprobate. Did you know that they say you can learn a lot about a person by the company they keep? If this logbook is any indication, I was right all along.

I know what you’d say to that. You’d tell me that someone’s character shouldn’t be defined by their line of work. And I’d probably argue with you, out of habit, even though the proof of your words would be standing right there in front of me.

You spent a lifetime running away from your regrets, Han. I see that they started to weigh on you toward the end, and I wish I could talk to you one more time. I’d tell you that regrets aren’t something to be ashamed of. They’re a chance to step back and take stock of your life before moving forward once more. Regrets allow you to see with compassion, to understand that others have made your same mistakes.

I know you always wondered, and the answer is no. I never regretted our time together. I loved you, nerf herder, still do.

The Falcon, she’s Chewie’s ship now. And Rey reminds me so much of you. Not a single credit to her name, but she’s got enough guts to take on the galaxy. I’m putting this logbook back into the Falcon where it will keep sailing on. It couldn’t ask for better caretakers.

So long, flyboy. Force willing, we’ll see each other again

Leia, to Han in Star Wars: Smuggler’s Guide

Remember when I said I was the last of the B1 battle droids? Well…that might not have been completely true. See, I’ve heard whispers of a heavily modified B1 battle droid rebuilt by a young boy on an Outer Rim planet called Akiva. Known as Mister Bones, the droid was supposedly altered to be more than a typical B1, thanks to his arm-mounted vibroblade, his telescoping eye, the skeletons of deceased animals that he adorned himself with…oh, and his insatiable bloodlust.

Fortunately for his young master, Bones was said to be exceptionally loyal. Unfortunately for everyone else, however, Bones was also said to be more than glad to do whatever it took–no matter how grisly–in order to protect the boy. Or, sometimes, just for fun.

I’ve heard that Mister Bones may have sacrificed his own life to save his master on the field of battle. If that’s true, perhaps there really was some good in this guy after all…somewhere beneath all the gratuitous violence…

R0-GR, “Roger” on Mister Bones in Star Wars: Droidography