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-dimentional, 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 rootbeer 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.
For Star Wars Galaxies. Copyright Sony Online Entertainment, and everyone else you’d expect a Star Wars thing to be copyrighted by.
Special thanks to Original Green, the Mountain Dew Cybervixen who helped me smuggle the… thing with the thing out of the thing.