So as much as I hate his grapple ability...
I was trudging through the sands of Tatooine. My duster was... dusted, and my blasters were heavy. I was itching for some action. Corso walks along behind me. My buddy from Ord Mantell, and first mate. I glance over at him through my sand crusted goggles.
"Dunno why you're lookin' at me. You're in charge." He says. As if I didn't know.
There are some sand people up ahead. Perched on a ravine, just begging to be put out of their misery. I activate my stealth field, sneak up behind one, and set off a thermal charge. It knocks him back, into the ravine. I've never seen scum fall so fast. There's a crunch when he hits ground zero.
A blaster rifle shot disintegrates the rock just a few paces to my right. And get this, the under handed slime-ball that shot it? The same damned sand raider I had just blew off a thousand foot cliff. My blasters can't reach him from here. He's got an angle at me and firing...
"Fight me fair!" I hear Corso yelling, as he takes aim, and fires his grapple. Now, I fancy myself a pretty good shot. Probably one of the best in the galaxy. But I'd be damned my man Corso hadn't just nailed that raider with his grapple, and pulled him all the way back up to our high ground. And if they'd have been any further apart, it would have been a blasting parsec. Dang thing was so stunned all it took was a blaster whip to the head to finish him.
True story.