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 Han had a history with the CEC model ships.

He had been born in Coronet City.  The modest apartment that he’d grown up in was nestled in the shadow of the shipyard.  Walking distance for his father who had worked on the factory line.  It was a very common line of work for dad’s of Corellia to have — factory worker.  The thing of it was, more and more of the work within the factory was becoming automated and consequently, they needed fewer live people to actually work in the industrial sector.

The workers, fearing to lose their jobs entirely, started working longer hours.  Started accepting less pay.  Even when the Empire had come in and increased demand for things like starships and refined metals, the conditions for people that had the factory line jobs didn’t get any better.  It was a recipe that made some factory dad’s miserable old bastards.

Han’s dad turned to drinking.  It was okay in that small apartment for a while, his dad wasn’t home that much after all, till one day ... it wasn’t.  ‘Solo’ has very clear memories of being dragged out into the cold, no jacket on his back to ward off the temperature drop, to stare at the lifeless ships with his father.  Their relationship had been on shaky ground for a long time and they didn’t really talk to each other much.  It wasn’t fun to sit in silence and look at the spaceships, but it had probably planted the idea of being a pilot in his head.

Or maybe he just longed to escape everything ... and being able to fly a ship seemed like the best way to do that.

Anyway, it was a fairly young age that Han had learned all the lines and curves of the YT-1300.  It was a favorite of his for reasons he could never explain.  Was it any wonder, then, that he'd fallen for the Millennium Falcon at first sight?

Lando had cheated his way to victory the first time around.  He wasn't going to pull one over on Han Solo again, though.  He had a plan.  He and Chewbacca would come in to the cantina with menace in their eyes and threats on their lips and they'd get any gizmos he had for cheating taken off him before they sat down.  Then it would just be a matter of letting the best man win.

When he left with the controls of that ship under his palms, for good, he plotted a corse all the way across known space.  For the simple fact that he could.  He traveled to a couple of planets he'd always wanted to see for the thrill of entering the atmosphere and skipping through the clouds.  It was an amazing feeling.  He was free.  Really free now.  It was the closest to unbridled happiness he'd ever felt before.

There was an incomplete piece in this puzzle, though.  Qi'ra belonged at his side.  She ought to be here seeing these places for the first time with him and helping him figure out what his next move should be.  As fun as it was to be criss-crossing the galaxy, he couldn't do it forever -- if for no other reason that the Falcon guzzled fuel like nobody's business.

When he had gotten over the initial itch to explore and fly in his ship, he hailed Qi'ra on one of the Falcon's long range communicators; their own private line.

Date: 2018-08-16 12:59 pm (UTC)

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Qi'ra didn't have the attachment to ships that Han did, though she'd inadvertently followed her mother's path - from a certain point of view. Though her mother had never quite been able to shake off the terrible boyfriends that'd led Qi'ra to seek shelter with Lady Proxima (anything was better than that), Qi'ra had found herself free of Dryden Vos once Han Solo was back in her life.

Not because of him, but due to his presence. Now, she found herself as an accidental arm of Crimson Dawn, something she'd never aspired to be, not in any of the years she'd been Vos' top lieutenant. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Leaving would have been impossible before, just as she'd told Han, and it was still impossible.

Maul had known of her, but in the intervening months since Vos' death, he'd come to admire the skill which had developed under Dryden. It would likely be the death of her, she knew it, and still she didn't stop.

When Han's message comes, she's putting the finishing touches on a communiqué to Maul. The happy distraction is needed and she pulls it through.

"And where might you be?"
Date: 2018-09-03 09:55 pm (UTC)

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It made sense that, given actual freedom to go anywhere and see anything, that Han might take a couple of days and do just that. Qi'ra had expected no less the moment she'd heard that he'd come into possession of the Falcon. It shouldn't have given her such pride that he'd won it back from Lando, but it did, and that was something she'd keep to herself (though she hadn't been able to resist giving Lando himself a hard time about it).

When the notification comes up for a video feed, she hesitates slightly, the allows it to come through. Only because their channel is so encrypted does he get to see that she's happy he's so happy.

"Now that you've seen it, where do you think you'll go next?" Her amusement at his antics - the flying and visiting different places - is clear in her voice and expression, though it's just as obvious she doesn't hold it against him. This is what he's always dreamed of and she's happy for him.
Date: 2018-10-03 02:37 am (UTC)

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While Qi'ra wouldn't go so far as to say that she's where she wants to be or belongs, she'll admit that she needs to be where she is and, in that way, wants to be there.

Still, she recognizes the moment he wants to tell her that he wants her with him and then... doesn't. He moves the conversation past their normal rhetoric and she suspects that it's difficult for him. To find something else to touch on, to find another answer, it can't have been easy.

"Warm but not hot sounds lovely," she concedes, her voice softening as she mentally ran through possible planets. He hadn't offered a meeting, but that didn't mean she couldn't invite herself along if he named a place.
Date: 2018-10-06 01:58 pm (UTC)

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To phrase a sentence so that the other person gives an answer is an art to a question that hasn't been asked is an art, one that Qi'ra has employed on many occasions. In this case, however, she's not trying to handle Han... she truly wanted to know.

Her expression changes to one of careful pleasure as she recognizes the name of the planet, her mind already working on logistics. It's entirely possible she's not as nonchalant as she'd like to be as she invites herself along.

"If you don't want to visit alone, perhaps I could join you." Ahem. A simple offer, but one she hopes he'll take.
Date: 2018-10-07 05:40 pm (UTC)

Wow, the typos. I'm sorry.

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"I can make it."

She can even make it alone, without the giant ship that usually accompanies her presence and she plans her arrival via shuttle. She'll leave very few clues for those who might miss her and none at all for those of importance, but, because of it, she's also made herself available by call if necessary. No need to tempt bad things.

Not that her superior would need to find her in that mundane manner if necessary.

"When?"
Date: 2018-10-09 03:55 am (UTC)

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Qi'ra knows that look - he's wondering how fast he can make it. Wondering how soon he'll see her.

"I'll be there."

She follows it with a smile meant to both reassure and give him something to look forward to. He doesn't know that she's coming utterly alone but, three hours later, she's there. Alone. Not that she can't be found if necessary, but she's ensured that it won't be necessary unless absolutely dire circumstances arise. Han doesn't need to know that - why tell him something that would only give him hope for a future that doesn't exist? - but she wanted him to have this.

Stepping out of her ship, she presents herself for what amounts to a minor inspection. Is she well? Has she been mistreated? She is, by all appearances, healthy and fine.
Date: 2018-10-15 01:15 am (UTC)

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"So do you."

It's easy to step into his embrace, one that she welcomes. He's clearly not lacking for anything now, which is why she appreciates the strength in the way he holds her; she'd been doing her own appraisal as he'd approached and she was glad to see that he appeared to be well, too. That and he had the ship from Lando, which means that he'd clearly done something. She wasn't going to ask right now.

Pulling back slightly, she looks past him toward the ship. "Are you alone?"

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