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hearwhisper‌:

“ Father’s are kriffs. ” Mara states it blatantly, though not without some semblance of kindness. Her eyes are leveled with Han’s as he speaks of his father, with a distance she finds all too familiar. Deadbeat, she supposes; left Hand first chance he had. Mara has no memory to fall back on of a father of her own, though when she does opt to think of him and his nonexistence she likes to imagine he went down to protect her; to ensure the Emperor would not have her. Alternatively, she imagines him dead in a gutter somewhere by his own stupidity. Both are meaningless to reflect on, but she cannot lie that she understands the ache that reflects briefly in Han’s own gaze. “ It’s impressive you survived down there. But don’t excuse yourself as not being one of those imps, because you are. I’ve seen how you gamble … and how you avoid paying back bad people. Speaking of which, we need credits … and obtaining in without having more of a bounty put on this piece of junk. ”

"Only good for one thing, huh? And I'll bet plenty people curse the day he cooked me up." He had little love for the man. From what few snapshots of memory remained, he rarely thought trying to recall more was worth his time. Survival was all that mattered now. A father had never been any help to him there, why waste precious time that could be used scavenging or working his way out of hell on someone that was long gone? "GAMBLING doesn't make me like an Imp, kriffin-- That makes me a SCOUNDREL, nothing close to Imperial. Plus, if I'm robbing anyone, chances are I could use the credits more'n they ever could. So what's the harm?" With a sigh, the smuggler set his eyes out upon the stars, "Not my area or expertise, pal. You got any ideas?"

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polymusepotion‌:

mara head shuffling behind them and she turned quickly to see the light near the entrance being extinguished once more. it’s just the next people in line. she relaxed and walked with him once more. it became pretty obvious as they went along that the corners were where she could expect something to pop out at her. despite her best intentions to stay relaxed, mara would tense every time they neared one and her grip on han’s hand would tighten just a little before relaxing completely after the threat was gone.

“do you…” she nodded at the darkness before them. a slow strobe had lit up the wall briefly and now two evil eyes were staring back at them. “that is… that’s part of it, yes?” they were the same evil eyes that stared out of the dvd cover for it: chapter one. a sinister smile slowly spread with each step they drew nearer.

fucking clowns. “do you… i read about a place here in new york where it’s supposed to be the… the scariest haunted house for people to go to. that someone has actually DIED of fright? i wonder how you would handle something like that?” mara looked at han. “this clown isn’t going to kill me, is it?”

"C'mon, ain't people from Russia supposed to be TOUGH? Fightin' bears and shit? I don't know." He was fairly certain he'd caught an image along those lines in a comic book once. Not something he'd looked too much into, but something that idiotic videos on the internet might have one believe.

"Yeah, he's scare numero uno." Reaching back, he patted the shitty plastic model a second time as though to prove there were nothing to fear. "Pretty garbage, huh? If someone comes outta here without clean pants it'll be a goddamn miracle. These places never live up to potential. Seen scarier shit in the Bronx in the middle of the day."

But as he chided the displays, the darkness of the corridor lit only by thin strips of light were enough to trigger a mild bout of claustrophobia in the thief. Glad for the hand clutching his, he gave another reassuring squeeze, if only for his own benefit as they rounded another corner, "Kiddin' me? If someone DIED it was probably some six hundred pound jackass that was one Big Mac away from croaking anyways."

fckingbard

classifiedxrey-a

@corelliaforged and I plotted.

It had been roughly half a year since Rey had decided to take Han up on his offer of a job on the Falcon. Talking with Maz had made her realise that nobody was coming back for her on Jakku and she needed to move on. Might as well move on with a paid position on a ship she adored after she and Han delivered Finn and BB-8 to the Resistance. She was in one of the many engine rooms of the Falcon, fiddling with something. It was freezing, the heating had gone out overnight and all she had for warmth was one of Han’s old jackets. “I think I’ve nearly got it.” She told the figure who had appeared in the doorway, focused on her task.

corelliaforged

The smuggler was wrapped up, warm as could be on the freezing ship. Which was to say not very. No heating was a problem, one his latest employee had claimed she could fix before he and Chewie could get to the bottom of the damn problem. Han had shrugged, waved her away with the ancient toolbox. Chewie hadn’t much of a problem with the cold, but the two humans aboard weren’t quite as well equipped. Bearing two cups steaming in the cold air, Han shuffled through the corridors to present one to Rey, glad to hear she was making some progress. “Think we’re headed somewhere HOT next. Beach. Desert. I don’t-- I don’t care.” he chattered, holding the mug of caf out, “Get that down ya, kid. Might speed this along.”

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onlyalastresort‌:

If she’s off-put by his first response, she doesn’t show it. In fact, there might even be a bit of amusement, a huff of a laugh escaping her before he finally confirms his identity.

Once he does there’s only a huge grin that appears.

“He told me about you! That you’re perhaps one of the most incredible pilots he’s ever seen!” she excitedly exclaims, perhaps missing––for the moment––her use of he.

“But I never thought that I would actually meet you! Of all the space in the galaxy, of all the people to run into, I meet you here. Unbelievable…”

It never got easy watching the reactions to his name. It should have. Everything about fame and admiration ought to have appealed to the old smuggler, but the fun had faded years before.

"And who's HE?" For all that skill and expertise he admittedly possessed, few that had met Han ever sought to give that praise where it was rightly due. "Lady, I don't know what you're talkin' about, but it's good to meet ya. I'm-- Just call me Han, yeah? Ain't no need for a damn red carpet here."

iamnojedi‌:

“Well,” she paused, reaching into her satchel, pulling out a bag of credits, “I’ve heard a rumor that you and the Wookiee are the fastest smugglers in this system.” She downplayed the rumor she’d heard for a reason. “And since you don’t seem to like the Rebels, I’ll have to pay you upfront.” Pushing the little bag toward him with a small smile, “There’s a shipment at Dock 6, my ship isn’t big enough to deliver it myself. So I want to hire you to deliver it for me, to a small encampment on Lothal. But, if you’re not interested, I can find someone else.” The bag contained the two hundred credits more than what the highest smuggler would charge for the delivery. She was one prepared person.

"You, sweetheart," Han grinned, clocking the bag she withdrew, he'd decided to lay on the charm perhaps a little thicker than might have been necessary, "Are absolutely right." Pleased to have the bag slid his way over outright having to swipe it from her later, he poked it open with a finger, that smile of his only growing upon finding the contents. "You wanting a ride out there to ensure safe delivery or this one all on us? No extra charge, of course. For my friends."

@kadbejetiise cont

It was all he could do to keep from pulling the damned thing out himself. Growling a low rumble of pain, the smuggler gripped his leg tightly in the hopes of easing the flow of blood that was bound to grow ever more alarming.

“Y’better do SOMETHING, because I ain’t going anywhere until this is out.” He nodded his approval for her plan, hands trembling as they braced the injured limb for the impending pain.

Resettling himself, the smuggler stretched the leg out with a pained grimace, “I never said it never happened before, did I? Usually I’m SMART enough to talk my way out first.” Smart enough. That would be the day. Most people saw straight through that kind of talk. Mirroring his daughter’s smile with a crooked, if twisted, grin of his own, Han gave a final sharp nod, indicating he was prepared for the worst of it.

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datapadz‌:

There’s a momentary flash of panic that seizes her, certain that word has gotten out even though she’s so careful and quiet, stupid little favors here and there, doing what good she can while she’s stuck here. But—-no, he seemed nice, genuinely here by chance, hardly the type to be ISB, at least she hoped. “Corellia—? Oh! Yeah, I think….” Communication with the outside galaxy was a hot commodity around here, but as Galya herself had no ties to that particular planet…it might be easier to pull it off. She’s surprised by his suggestion of compensation. “…I don’t….I mean, that’s very nice of you, but, I don’t need anything in return. Are you trying to contact your family?”

"I ain’t got much in the way of family.” He explained, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I got a friend. She’s-- She didn’t come with me, I’m tryin’ to work out if she’s still there or not. But it, ah... It’ll be going to a DROP, not her.” They’d always had one, a midpoint to keep certain transactions and conversations private from their White Worm overlords. It was a longshot, but from the Academy, it was all he had. “You kidding me? You don’t get something for nothing on Corellia, I can’t imagine this place is any better.”

durasteel-muses‌:

“I’ve been to Pamarth but I was not stupid enough to drink that. My wayfinding class was there… and I may or may not have stowed away on an imperial spy’s ship to gain info at the time.” She heard him speak as she wished there was more she could do to make things easier. “There were few Alderaan wines I enjoyed… bottles are now worth more than the entire treasury had.”

"So you weren't stupid enough for a shot of that damn wine, but you were 'smart' enough to stow aboard an enemy ship to get intel." A double edged blade of maddening logic only Leia Organa might toss at a man. He laughed, willing to bet his entire stash of bootleg liquor that she'd got a decent amount of intel for her trouble. "Always liked the Alderaanian stuff. Dunno what it was, usually good stuff like that is wasted on a bum like me, but I liked it."

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Carrie Fisher & Harrison Ford

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theyoungford

Star Wars - 1977.

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iamnojedi‌:

Ahsoka resisted the urge to roll her eyes, “I don’t need to ride with it. Unless you’re planning to bring me back to get my ship.” That implied she was alone, which she wasn’t. Though, she SHOULD probably escort the delivery. Friends. “Are you insinuating you’re untrustworthy?” She was hardly unused to the sort who couldn’t be trusted, she’d worked for Hondo Ohnaka, and if she hadn’t been worth more to him than she was being sold.. well, he would have turned her over to the Empire a long time ago.

“Just hoping for another HAPPY customer.” It were the answer he was hoping for. Passengers were rarely something the duo were ever interested in taking on board, but credits were credits. Anything for a little extra to keep the man and Wookiee afloat. “Why would I ever tell ya I was untrustworthy? I’m not! I’m-- You can ask Chewie. Guy’s a WAR HERO. Ah-- Depending on what side of the war you were supporting. But he was on the good one.”