[Han is in a sour mood. He didn't get drafted, mostly because he never did the registration forms and isn't technically a citizen, but the fact that it exists at all is pissing him off.]

What kind of army has to force people to join? Good luck beating anyone with people who don't want to fight.

[Solo-Organa family members (plus Luke and Chewie, ( Read more... )

[Han is in the pilot seat of the small freighter he’s more or less appropriated from Chloe Sullivan. Technically, it’s still hers. That hasn’t stopped him from improving it or borrowing it without asking whenever he wants. So long as she isn’t complaining, he sees no reason to change that ( Read more... )

[Han is at a weird, upside-down and sideways angle. Oh, no, wait that's just the datapad. Han's lying on his back underneath a spaceship. Technically speaking, it's not his, but his boss just died. He's sort of sad about that, but he didn't know her well, and apparently death doesn't mean much around here. Just another one of those things that ( Read more... )

[Han looks incredibly casual and cool as he turns on the datapad. Inside, he's incredibly confused and has no clue what's going on, but he's not about to let on about that. He gives a rakish, lopsided grin and a little wave.]

Hey there, sentients. Thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Bollyn Chenz, and I'm a pilot. A damn great pilot, actually. I'll ( Read more... )

Yeah. Nothing on this kriffing planet is where it should be. Can't find my ship, can't find any decent booze, can't find anyone I know to yell at.

Did I mention I can't find my KRIFFING SHIP?

I'm going back to bed.