As she heard the man talk, Dru swallowed the urge to roll her emerald eyes at him. It was true, though. She ran head first into battle without thinking half the time ; preferring to form a plan as she went.
Perhaps it would one day get her killed, but so far it had kept her alive. Best not to fix what wasn’t broken. While no one owed her anything, Dru felt a responsibility to the Rebellion. For what reason, she wasn’t sure.
Her train of thought was cut off when a loud rumble shook the base they stood in. A large explosion followed suit, causing Dru to whip her head around and reach for her weapon on pure instinct.
Seeing a large cloud of what she could only assume was some sort of explosive gas, the redhead sprinted toward the Falcon ; practically leaping on board without so much as consulting it’s captain. It was rude, yes, but she couldn’t fight a gas cloud.
“You coming or what?” she called, watching the toxin billow ever closer.
Hazel orbs scanned the horizon, WORRY flashing along features for only an instant. Han Solo was one to only ever worry about himself, yet in that moment, all he thought about were his friends back on base. Were they okay ?? What the kriff happened ??
What iff the Galactic Empire had ANYTHING to do with it ?? Once an enemy he could work with, now one he despised. The rebellion tasted like ichor to the tongue, a n g e r at all they had done now palpable ; he KNEW what the cause was about && now Han wanted to see them win (or die trying).
Brows furrowed at the sight, always rather OVERBEARING when it came to the Falcon. If it wasn’t for the sense of urgency, she’d have a blaster to her head, rebel or not. “Haven’t ya heard it’s a BIT rude ta just wander wherever ya please.” He grumbled nonetheless, pushing past her && to his usual seat. He had her running in no time.
“If that’s Imperial Scum, they got another thing comin’.” He mumbled, mostly to himself, as the Falcon rose.
Oh, she could slap him. She wouldn’t, though. No matter how strong the urge to reach out and strike the man was. Her emotions had been running rampant the past few days, and it had been years since she actually completely reigned them in. Feeling something this strong was empowering, really. Still, the redhead knew when to start reigning them in.
“An example? For what? Cowardice?” Taking a second to tone herself down, Dru shot the man an angry glare. A glare she would definitely feel guilty about once she calmed down later that night. “Anybody ever tell you that you’re an awfully selfish man, Solo?”
“There’s a very thin line ‘tweenCOWARDICE && SAVING YOUR LIFE. I just so happen to trail it, unlike m o s t people ‘round here.” Feature contort as he shrugs, knowing full well that life as a rebel meant certaindeath. Some may say it was selfish, but the smuggler considered it self-preservation. The Rebellion had done little for him ; he owed them NOTHING.
His friends ( ?? ) however … leaving them — GUILT was felt there.
But Han Solo could live with that, he had dealt with much worse. “So ya better make your decision, ‘n quick, ging. Cause this beaut of a ship right here, it ain’t stickin’ around for long.”
Brows knit in challenge as hazel orbs stare her down ; for truly how presumptuous was she?? He knew next to nothing about the Jedi (if those rumors were even TRUE); && he was certain she didn’t know much about a ‘petty smuggler.’ “Well excuse me, sweetheart. Just ‘cause I ain’t wantin’ to go risk MY life, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing. If anything, ya should be lookin’ at me as an EXAMPLE. I got what I wanted. Now I’m gettin’ the kriff outta here before someone, let alone me, gets killed.”
