Meanwhile, in the hangar. A certain beautiful princess with iconic buns exited a ship with two companions, as well as a hoard of Ewoks.

Surveying the carnage, Princess Leia sneered before she said, “Looks like Han’s handiwork. I swear everything that man touches goes up in flames. How could I have ever been in love with such an egotistical…”

“Save it for Oprah,” her companion remarked, snidely.

“Or Jerry Springer,” the other companion said, smiling.

The pilots then exited the ship, navigated through a sea of Ewoks and continued bickering.

“You know how I know you’re my wingman?” Maverick asked.

“How?” Iceman replied.

“Because I bailed your ass out in combat.”

“That’s nothing. At least I graduated the program at Top Gun.”

“Damn it! I miss Goose. Why do you follow me around everywhere I go? Couldn’t you pester someone else. Slider, Wolfman, Jester, ANYONE but me!”

“Ahem!” Princess Leia said.

“Sorry,” they replied.

“Now, if I know my brother, he’ll be munching on some tauntaun. Let’s go.”