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[falconing]

Who: Han Solo [falconing] and YOU.
Broadcast: Network-wide!
Action: The Huntress.
When: Now!

[ han solo, on board the huntress, has had a tumultuous week. nothing in comparison to his friends (though, really, if his long-lost family showed up here, han probably wouldn't be able to recognize them, let alone marginally care), but tiring all the same. he's been collecting information from passerby and explored arslae quite a bit. now, he's ready to talk on the network.

of sorts, anyway.

han is sitting at his pilot station in the huntress, and there are some missing panels and things being rearranged and han setting up his chair just the way he likes it. there's no chewbacca here (annoyingly, and, if han admits it, depressingly), so han is doing the work on his own. with some interruptions.

after a moment or two of thinking, han decides to speak.

(if he were smart, he would've figured out what he wanted to say beforehand, but that shit isn't for corellian smugglers.) ]

So I guess I've been assigned to the Huntress, and I've met most of you on board so far... but greetings, salutations, whatever. I'm Han Solo, your new pilot. I'd apologize for the mess, but you'll thank me later.

[ probably. if he doesn't blow up the ship first. ]

I've got a few questions about this Fleet -- one, how many people around here have actually set foot off planet before coming here? Two, any of you know how to fly a ship before getting here? Second part -- who here is a pilot? And three, if any of you have seen a Wookiee by the name of Chewbacca -- he's tall, furry, growls a lot, might've threatened to kill you once or twice -- steer him in my direction. He's harmless. Mostly.

[ han seems to be ready to leave it there, but he glances toward his station before resettling his focus on the camera with a grin, eyes bright. to those who know han solo, esteemed general of the rebellion and captain of the millennium falcon, you can almost be guaranteed what is about to come out of his mouth is no good. ]

So who wants to test out how fast these buckets of bolts can go?

[ confirmed. ]

Comments

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb leans against the side of the door, watching the man.]

A pet? [This is not a man who would take a small dog or anything like that so Robb finally snorts.] I am japing a little, I will take your word for it that it is no beast.

[Well, he'd call Grey Wind quite a beast, especially when he comes with him to battle, tearing men's throats out as if it is nothing.]

I would not call everyone useless, ser. It will make you no friends.

[falconing]

I'm told I'm not very good at making friends, so it's an uphill battle to begin with.

[ pause ]

Chewie's my best friend; he's not a pet. He's just not human.

[ han is a little more forgiving than most, given he knows a lot of people around aren't on the galaxy-train, but he's still firm. ]

He's also not an it.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Everyone can learn. [Robb speaks with a stern voice, knowing that he might sound like an 80 year old inside the body of a teenager.] I would not give up that quickly.

[Making enemies is nog something he wants right now. He has enough of those at home.]

Very well. [He has no idea what he can add to that and he has no idea how to picture a Chewie.]

[falconing]

[ godddd one of these ]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ dryly ]

What's your name?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[He probably won't keep that in mind. The man seems the type who likes to have it his own way or no way at all.]

Very well. [Robb smiles a little.] Robb Stark, ser. And yours?

[falconing]

Han Solo.

[ robb stark. it sounds vaguely familiar. he's probably heard it on the network. ]

You're new here, too?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Ser Solo [Robb nods deeply.]

Aye, you can say that. [New and a little bit lost too.] I take it this is rather normal to you, ser? This... [He points around him.] ...ship.

[falconing]

{ han has given up on correcting these proper folks on his name. but -- ]

You can just call me Han.

[ he makes a vague attempt anyway ]

And I have a ship like this, back home. Except better.

[ way better ]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Ser Han. [Robb nods again and smiles an easy smile.]

You are of here? [That is at least a little bit better.] What is better about your ship then? A ship is a ship, not?

[While talking Robb admires all the buttons and little lights. Gods, he would not dare to ever fly such a thing like this.]

1/2

[falconing]

[ a ship... is a ship... ]

[falconing]

The Falcon is the fastest ship in the galaxy, capable of dropping in and out of warp speed and turning on a dime around any Star Destroyer coming at her.

[ it's said as patiently as possible because this poor bastard isn't from the star systems, and he sure as hell doesn't seem to know the difference between ships and ships, but -- ]

She's a hell of a lot more than this tin can.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[That...does not make much sense to him but apparently ser Han is quite passionate about comparing this ship to his Falcon ship]

Ah... [A polite nod.] ...I see. [Gods be good, what is a warp speed. It sounds like something overly fast.] Would that mean that this ship is incapable to defend itself against Star Destroyers? [That is an ominous name. They are probably quite dangerous.]

Mayhaps one day you will be reunited with your ship, ser Han.

[falconing]

If a Star Destroyer found us, we'd be cooked.

{ lightly. nbd bobbert ]

And I will be, as soon as I can figure out how to get the hell off this boat.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

How do they look? I can ask someone to look out for them.

[Even though this ship has small windows. How could they look through the entire entity of space?]

Well, if you know of space and ships you should know how to leave this place, is it not?

[falconing]

I don't think they'll be a problem anymore; the Empire fell.

[ sigh ]

And if it were that easy, I'd be out of here, right?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Oh, that is good news then.]

Very good. One enemy less to worry over.

[Robb answers the sigh with one of his own.]

I have heard that it is not easy. But is it truly impossible? I wonder... [But how to escape space? Mayhaps they just had to find the right planet.] Are there maps? Of space?

[falconing]

Nothing's impossible.

[ at once. ]

And there's maps, star charts, the works, but none of 'em seem to be mapping out where we are now.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It depends if they have eliminated them thoroughly. Any seed can take root.

[Robb takes a step forward.]

There is nothing? [He points at one of the screens.] They could be inside one of those.

[falconing]

[ han follows his finger before resettling his gaze on robb. ]

Trust me, they're not.

[ he's still getting used to people who have literally no idea what technology is ]

I've searched the databases of the ship twice over. We've got what we're given, and that's it.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Databases. Robb is quite sure that that is not some sort of base. With men. Probably something else that could be inside the communicating box.]

So I take that is nothing. [He huffs, not satisfied.] It would heighten the entertainment they wish to see. A bunch of lackwits on a ship floating through space, not knowing where to go to.

[Gods, he wants to go home and fight his own war.]

[falconing]

Hey, some of us have been on a ship like this before, thank you.

[ pointedly ]

But you've got a point, it's probably all for entertainment on their end. It'd be no fun for them if everybody knew how to fly the hell out of here.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Of course. How could I forget, ser Solo.

[Robb smiles a small smile.]

I wonder what will happen if we are not entertaining enough. [Would they dispose of them?] We are being held hostage here. [If the lords of Atroma would hand him over to Joffrey they would get a large amount of coin, he is sure of it. But apparently they are not after that.]

Mayhaps one day we will be able to escape. [He just got here but he is already thinking of taking his siblings and get away.] I hope for you as well. [Robb nods deeply and takes a step backwards, inching towards the door.]