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Aug. 15th, 2018 03:08 pm
The Falcon's Captain
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.
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.