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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]

"Then go somewhere they won't."

At some point, Han will have to admit that just running from problems wasn't the best solution. But right now, it's the only one he can think of. Maybe not run to somewhere that no one will call him a hero, but somewhere that will call him a hero for a better reason than they were doing here. A reason that isn't Mindor, has nothing to do with darkness or Darkness.

Slowly, as if he's approaching a wounded animal, Han steps over and puts a hand on Luke's shoulder. "Or just stop listening."

[antecede]

Running isn't exactly in Luke's nature, even when it's only in his head. If it were, he might've actually been firm in his decision to resign instead of letting himself get talked into a promotion. The simple insinuation that he would be doing the New Republic a disservice by leaving wouldn't have bothered him so much.

He only deflates further when he feels Han's hand on his shoulder, like it weighs a lot more than it really does, and shudders out a sigh.

Both options seem impossible: there's nowhere to go, and to stop listening would involve blocking out pretty much everyone except Han, Leia, Chewie, and the droids.

[velocities]

Running might not be in Luke's nature, but Han is more than skilled enough in it for the both of them. The kid needs rest, real rest, something far away from Coruscant and the New Republic and --

"C'mon," and he squeezes Luke's shoulder. "We're going."

No arguments, no packing. It's not like they haven't shared clothes before, or left somewhere in a hurry. He can comm Leia on the way to the Falcon so she doesn't worry.

[antecede]

Force abilities or no, Han's abrupt plan doesn't occur to him as a possibility. His sincerity is palpable, obvious, but Luke's no mind reader. At best, he assumes his friend is going to track down Geptun and make Luke call him off, or maybe just take him to Leia, or even to some kind of audience with Ackbar or someone else in the New Republic. For all he knows, they might've asked Han to come get him anyway; his resignation is, right now, sentiment only -- he's officially one of their generals.

"Now?"

Despite the complaint, he stirs, lifting his face from his hands and moving as though to stand.

[velocities]

"Yeah, now."

He's already walking toward the door, grabbing a a coat of Luke's on the way (is Bakura cold? he can't remember) and waiting with a small amount of patience at the door. Let Geptun keep nosing around, now that Han knows it isn't official he doesn't seem to care as much. The more worrying issue is the kid in front of him.

[antecede]

His eyebrows lift when Han takes of his coats, but Luke doesn't protest. Han's clearly serious about wherever it is he wants them to go, and maybe there isn't any harm in a short visit somewhere. Or maybe he's just too exhausted to argue.

"We're not going back to Hoth, are we?" he asks, following along to the door.

[velocities]

What he thinks of that is writ plainly on Han's face. Mostly, how dare Luke suggest he'd drag them both there.

"Not unless you think it'll help."

And they're out and away, headed toward the docks. "I've gotta take care of something. If you're not at the Falcon when I get there, I'm sending Chewie after you."

[antecede]

Luke reflects that there's probably no one there anymore, which would be superior to Coruscant or anywhere else. In terms of his likelihood of running into anyone who might get going about holothrillers or his reputation, anyway. He lets Han lead him partway to the docks, but stops at that brisk dismissal.

"And what do you think is going to help?"

Where could they possibly be going in such a hurry?

[velocities]

He walks backward a few paces to look at Luke.

"C'mon, kid, don't you trust me?"

The point is less where right now. Bakura might work, but maybe Kashyyyk to see Chewbacca's family. Anywhere away from the madness on Coruscant or the obligations to the New Republic.

"Just get to the Falcon. I won't be long."

[antecede]

He's sorely tempted to make a sharp retort, but the fact is that there's no one in the galaxy he trusts more than Han, Leia, or Chewie. If Han really thinks there's somewhere he can take Luke that'll make things better, then...well, Luke might need to see it to believe it, but he'll follow Han until he does.

"Fine."

And in a rare display of perfect obedience, actually heads in the direction of the Falcon.

[velocities]

At least he still trusts someone. Han goes his own way, then heads back for the Falcon. Not fast enough to set a record, but not taking his time either. By the time he gets back, he's got clearance codes, semi-viable excuses for their absence, and a promise to Chewie that they'll stop at Kashyyyk before going anywhere else.

"Ready to go, kid?"

He better be, because Han is headed straight for the pilot's chair. The sooner they're off the ground the harder it'll be for Luke to change his mind.

[antecede]

"Would you actually stop," Luke asks reflectively, "if I said no?"

He's not saying no, for the record, but as Han gets the Falcon warmed up and off the ground with all the hurry as if they were leaving a battlefield and not just Coruscant -- well, he can't really help wondering.

[velocities]

Han shrugs as the Falcon lifts up.

"I'd consider it."

Or at least make a show of considering it. At this point he's certainly not slowing down.

[antecede]

As Luke sinks into a passenger's seat, he's all to aware of Chewbacca in front of him, shoulders shaking as he barks out a laugh at Han's and his antics. Thanks, Chewie.

"You'd consider it? That's nice of you."

[velocities]

"Well," and he turns just enough to give Luke a look, "considering you're hiring people to investigate yourself, I don't really trust your judgement."

[antecede]

Outrage flits across Luke's expression, and he even opens his mouth before seeming to think better of it. Instead, he crosses his arms with a frown and leans back in his seat.

Chewie continues to regard them with amusement, growling a comment that manages to be sympathetic to the both of them.

[velocities]

Something along the lines of 'Keep your eyes forward,', in a very rough translation.

A direction Han follows begrudgingly but without actual complaint, like an oddly patient toddler. Then he sighs as he punches coordinates into the navigation computer and prepares to start the hyperdrive.

"Look, you needed to get away from all that, and you can't tell me you would've gone yourself. So just try to enjoy the ride, okay?"

[antecede]

"You still haven't said where we're going," Luke points out with no small degree of pettiness.

Not very appropriate to the last of the Jedi, or a galaxy-known Jedi, or any sort of Jedi at all; he sounds a lot more like a farm boy from a backwater planet right at that moment, asking if Han's rusty old bucket can actually outrun Imperials or make jumps to hyperspace in time after all. Swap out all the black for something more Tatooine, and he'd probably almost look the part too.

[velocities]

"Kashyyyk," which is true, and Chewie lets out a mewling kind of growl as if to say damn right we are.

The resemblance to the Old Luke in the moment is reassuring. There's no way any of them can go back to being what they'd been before all of this, but they're allowed to have moments of regression. Han likes to think it makes the rest of what they have to do easier.

"Not sure where after that, but I owe Chewbacca some time with the family, and you could use some fresh air." And getting carried around in a quulaar.

[antecede]

He's still frowning at Han, but Chewie's corroboration is pretty hard to argue with. Luke doubts they could go anywhere else after an announcement like that, but he guesses he can see why Han would've thought it a good idea for them to go there. He's never actually been to Kashyyyk personally, nor met Chewbacca's family, and it's a pretty good bet for an inhabited planet where people aren't likely to bring up his reputation much. Or the holothrillers. So he relaxes back into his seat a fraction, even though his arms are still crossed.

"How long's it been since you've been back, Chewie?"

[velocities]

Chewie growls a response between managing his side of the flight console, and Han readily translates, "Less than a year."

As far as Han's concerned, Kashyyyk is where Luke can decompress without exploding. Plus, there's plenty of nature around, so he can do whatever Jedi meditation he likes so long as he's not in a Wookiee's way.

[antecede]

He can also enjoy the fact that there is nature on this planet at all, something there's been precious little chance to do even after leaving Tatooine. The trees are likely to make Endor look puny, with significantly fewer bad memories in the mix.

"Tell me about your family," he asks Chewie.

[velocities]

It's nice to have a captive audience, and Chewie whuffs and grumbles and growls. Han listens and turns slowly in his seat now that they're in hyperspace and his attention isn't needed at the console.

"Has to be, what, six years since you and Malla had that wedding?" The nodding and grumbled Wookiee laughter needs no translation, and Han actually smiles. "Which makes Lumpawarrump about five."

[antecede]

Chewie has plenty of time to tell them all about his family and home planet on the way there, but that doesn't make Kashyyyk any less breathtakingly beautiful. The Ewoks had had settlements among the trees, but the Wookiees have whole cities in tiers, entire existences spent without touching the ground. Luke's seen trees since leaving Tatooine, but never so big or so many.

He gets about a minute of quiet awe before the quulaar topic comes up, at least, and then Han gets more than a minute of a good laugh at his expense. Luke gets the distinct feeling that this is payback.

But it is, admittedly, hard to stay mad. Malla introduces them to hot chocolate and other exotic sweets, and Chewie's clearly thrilled to be back home. The Shyriiwook isn't always easy to follow, but the hugging and Han's translations don't leave a lot to doubt. He tries to follow Han's instructions and put things about the Republic out of his mind, but it's only so long before he can resist asking:

"Have you heard from Leia?"

[velocities]

Hey, at least Han knew what Luke was getting into from experience.

For his part, Han hasn't taken any of his own advice. When he's not helping Luke around the little village or translating, he's making regular comm contact with Leia and a few other contacts in this sector. With Leia, half the conversations have involved poorly received attempts to get her to join them on this little retreat. The rest has been to keep an eye on things, Han's paranoia never quite shutting off completely, and to make sure nothing that is happening ends up happening too close.

Probably why the look he gives Luke for the question is more incredulous than it might have been otherwise.

"Yeah, plenty." He eyes Luke for a second before realizing something. "And don't go doing that... Thing, either. It's the middle of the night where she is on Coruscant and she doesn't need you waking her up."