PRIDE forced the man to stand tall, smirk wide as his gaze fell onto Jaina. “Nice shootin’. Wonder where ya learned that good aim.” He paused, a teasing shrug adding to his jest as he passed her by, casually stepping over the stormtrooper that laid on the floor. “Oh yeah, ME.” The smirk practically took up half his face, eyes gleaming before he focused once again on their mission ; back to the wall, keen ears listening for any nearing footsteps.
She raised an eyebrow, her hands moving to rest on her hips as he spoke. The priestess was obviously unimpressed with the man and his apparent lack of understanding of the Force and all that mumbo jumbo. “Oh you’re absolutely right!” She exclaimed with a mocking gasp, “You know, unless you’re talking about the landslide, which was nothing but a force of nature. Because this planet is known for it’s unstable rocks.” Now she smirked, “you miraculously not getting crushed on the other hand…now that was the Force, with a bit of guidance from me of course.” Zarya’s smirk quickly vanished however as she looked over the intruder, “speaking of this planet, what are you doing here?”
The smuggler tried to stifle back his laughter, he really did —— Han just didn’t do so well at it. Lips curled into a SMUG smirk, sandy brow arching in c h a l l e n g e before the chuckle broke from the depths his chest. “SURE, y’saved MY life. What, now I owe ya one or somethin’ ?? Cause I hate to break it to ya sweetheart, you’ll have to join the waiting list. I owe a lotta people a lotta somethings.” However, at her PRYING, the man turned mute. Angled jaw clenched tightly, hazel hues studied her intently as he slowly wandered in a few steps closer. He was a man of SECRETS, one who wan’t one to just spit out the truth. “Well, I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I ??” (CLUELESS as ever ).
EARTH. Despite his travels, knowledge of his own galaxy, this was a place he hardly ever expected to be. But apparently, the Empire was expanding ( or trying to ) ; taking their power to the unknown. The Rebellion was already small in comparison ;now it was terrifyingly so. The former smuggler steps off the Falcon, hazels orbs transfixed on his surroundings, the security && privacy of it all. At least they had some protection ( hands itched to study their weaponry / familiar, yet so different ). “What ?? Ya didn’t expect aliens t’look like me or somethin’ ??” The man can’t help but quip, trying to be n i c e as Leia had pointedly reminded him. They wanted an ally, not an enemy.
“I’m Han Solo. Captain of the Millennium Falcon && General for the Rebellion. Nice ta finally meet ya.”
“Listen here ya hunk’a metal —— ” Acidic words trail off the tongue, lips FORCED into a tight smile as hazel orbs look up into the droid’s sensors. “I don’t wanna know the odds. I ALREADY KNOW THEY’RE BAD. ‘Sides, ya haven’t taken into account how many times I’ve escaped death.” Chin juts out in pride, arms crossing over muscular frame. Now, there’s the sense of arroganceconfidence, that’s as infamous as his name.
“So, how ‘bout instead of talkin’, y’help out ‘n, I don’t know, find us a way outta here !?!”
Chewie && Han shared a look —— just what had they gotten themselves into ??( as if they weren’t in enough trouble as it was ). Calloused hands steered the falcon, jaw clenched as he saw SOMEONE coming after them. Only this time, he was sure it wasn’t for him for once, but for their new passenger.
“Listen here kid,” words fall from tongue, steeling a brief glance at her before once again looking out the viewport. He was always thinking, planning on how to OUTRUN the enemy ( —— or well … usually, enemies). “We were nice enough to give ya a lift, but y’gotta tell us WHO is chasin’ ya. Don’t think we’ll feel any g u i l t if we gotta kick ya off.”
‘i forgot how much of a charmer you were.’ cruel smirk spreading as she straddles a crate nearest him, slowly easing into a sit. elbows propped against knees, her chin comes to rest against oil-stained fingers. ‘i was just hoping, if you can get your rust bucket running, that i could snag a ride.’ probably not the SMARTEST quip, insulting the man who might be her only way off this rock. there are men after her ( not undeservedly so – a criminal record is not something you accidentally attain ).
“Oh, but how could y’ever forget about me, sweetheart ??” The man quips right back, h a u g h t y smirk matching her own / a CHALLENGE. Attention turns back to the Falcon, dirt stained hands working intricately. She may need a tune up every time he flies her out, but she was HIS ; he could never willingly part from her. Jyn’s roundabout plea makes him h a l t , elbows falling to rest on thighs as hazel orbs take her in. Brow arched, chin jutted out, his wicked smirk only widens. “I think ya hurt her feelin’s, you should APOLOGIZE, oh &&y’know, tell me ya NEED me ; then I’ll consider your offer.” Cocky indeed, yet he already made his mind —— of course he’d help her. Not that she needed to know that yet. “‘Sides, just where were ya thinkin’ of going ??”
This PRAYER thing that this guy was doing was getting on his last nerve. Last time he checked, Jedi were the only ones who still believed in that force mumbo jumbo. && look at where that got ‘em. But this guy ?? He was pretty sure he wasn’t a Jedi, a protector of the temple sure, but that’s about it (or so he hoped, the smuggler didn’t exactly like surprises).
Teeth g r i t t i n g Han had enough. “LISTEN here, y’old man. If ya keep talkin’ like that, the FORCE is gonna come over there ‘n KICK ya where it hurts.” He’d been on many missions before, but all of them were taxing ; danger lurked, he could feel it’s glare seeping through him, clearly on edge. He needed to concentrate.
“Y’mean to tell me that you’re a CAPTAIN, yet ya haven’t heard of the Millennium Falcon??” Sandy brow arches / OFFENCE. A laugh —— devoid of humor breaks from his lips, casually leaning an arm against the cold wall ;lackadaisical as ever. Even in the midst of WAR, of the rebel life he now led, there would a l w a y s be time to brag about his girl (&& of course the skill it took to fly her).
“Well, now y’can know that this ship right here,” calloused digit points to the beaut behind him. “— did the kessel run in LESS than twelve parsecs. Just IMAGINE that.” Arrogance PRIDE contorts his features, a content sigh brushing past dry lips. “Now tell me what other ship could do that !!”
WORKING ALONE —— most certainly his personal preference (with the exception of Chewie, but that fuzzball hardly counted ; the wookiee was FAMILY). Jabba the Hutt, despite his m a n y flaws knew that. Yet, here Han stood, beside a woman he hardly knew / && DID NOT trust. The mission should be simple, the smuggler’s mind spinning for any obvious reason as to why they would even NEED her —— he came up with nothing. Mouth agape, a calloused finger points toward the hutt, pursed lips hinting at his obvious disdain. Yet before he can even begin to complain (&& the list of grievances was quite long) Jabba interrupted him. There would be no renegotiating, not unless he wanted to do this for FREE.
Yeah, right.
Jaw clenched tight, cold hazel hues turn towards her, brow arching in questioning authority. “Ya don’t have a death wish or nothin’ I need to know ‘bout ?? Cause see, I wanna keep the air goin’ in && out of my lungs for as long as possible.”
