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.
Han couldn’t help but stare at the person who was onceIS his son. Han still felt immense GUILT. There were so many things he could have done better, changed. Yet, he wasn’t enough. Leia told him to BRING OUR SON HOME and he f a i l e d(just another thing to add to the list). Brows furrowed, the male slowly let his presence be known; hesitating as memories of the fiery plasma r i p p i n g through him ran through his mind. But Han never let anything like the PAST stop him before.
“It’s killing her y’know. What you’re doin’.” He muttered, jaw clenched as he inched in a bit closer. “Y’can hate ME all you want, but she –” He paused, shaking his head in distraught. “I KNOW there’s a bit of him left. Guilt ain’t somethin’ that’s easy to live with, SON.”
