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PICK YOUR POISON
PIC PROMPTS / TFLN / RANDOM SCENARIO
HAN SOLO velocities	BETTY MCRAE bombsheller	RIVER TAM subsulcus	RIVER TAM (AU) comprehender
SIMON TAM vest	BRIA THAREN exulted	NADINE CROSS bridaled	GU JUN-PYO toddler
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[velocities]

Han doesn't bother him while he considers things. This was more complicated than he'd expected it to be, and despite being used to the revelation he wasn't about to make it worse by being a distraction.

"So, am I getting landing clearance or not?"

Look, he's giving options now. It's progress or something.

[antecede]

But would he actually stop if Luke said no, he wonders for not the first time this trip.

"Alright. But I still think this is a bad idea."

[velocities]

Maybe. Possibly. Chewie would be voting in Luke's favor, at least, and he's very strong.

"I'll keep the Falcon ready for a quick getaway, then." You know, just in case Luke gets chased through the streets or something. Or, more seriously, if this just makes everything with Luke worse.

[antecede]

"Hilarious," he says, but without any heat.

And without any more ceremony, goes to sit down in preparation for landing.

[velocities]

The welcome isn't bad, as far as Han can tell. Eppie Belden is waiting when they disembark, promises Luke there will be no public announcement made so that he can spend his time resting instead of being entertained by warring factions of Bakura's new government.

Seems like a good deal to Han. Until it's the next day and, instead of finding Luke in his rooms, he sees him rummaging through old storage compartments on the Falcon like he's hiding out.

"What are you doing?" That isn't your stuff, and that can't be relaxing.

[antecede]

"Cleaning."

His voice is muffled; he's halfway crawled into this particular compartment, and whenever he surfaces he's sure to be covered in dust from the waist up. Eppie Belden had been more than gracious. He's been offered some private rooms and anyone aware of his presence all but sworn to secrecy. Eppie had assured him, slyly, that Gaeriel had no idea he's here -- not that he asked about her -- and wouldn't unless he wanted her to. And oh, by the way, she's due to visit Eppie tomorrow.

It's not that the mere suggestion of Gaeri's presence anywhere near him sent him right back to the Falcon. It's just that coming here was a terrible idea, and he should never have agreed to it, and, anyway, he's pretty sure he's lost a lot of stuff in here over the years. There are, literally, years' worth of things he's stowed in here and forgotten about or put in his pocket and ended up here. Just like --

He stills, then there's a thud and a swear as he hits his head, and then he's pulling himself out -- definitely covered in a fine layer of dust, hair tousled, and blinking owlishly. And holding an old medal in his hand.

"I didn't know you still had this."

[velocities]

That had seemed like a very warm welcome to Han, but Luke was obviously not ready for that. Han just leans on a bulkhead as he watches, arms crossed, totally casual except he's annoyed. Luke doesn't need to be cleaning out the Falcon's holds. There's too much in there, anyway. Things from before he knew anyone named Skywalker or Kenobi or Organa, which is a level of his past that can be either upsetting or embarrassing depending on what Luke digs up.

"You didn't think I'd sell yours, did you?" He'd sold his own, the metal part at least, to fund some needed repairs.