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[rebel_falcon]

They're on his ship. He knows they're on his ship. He can feel it. It's like...well there ain't really a phrase to describe Imps crawling all over your skin and poking around in

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[penderwydd]

A man wearing a blue cloak is sitting near the fire, with a golden harp laid on the table before him. He seems to be cleaning this instrument.

Tegid looks up and sees the other man enter the bar. Tegid grins a greeting.

[rebel_falcon]

Han hops up out of the floor and kicks the floorboards back in place, not noticing just yet. He mumbles something under his breath before he looks up.

"Ah, hi."

Little nod.

[penderwydd]

"Welcome," said Tegid, "I am Tegid Tathal!"

[rebel_falcon]

Well, at least he was friendly. And nobody here had tried to kill him. There was that one incident...eh.

"Han Solo."

A beat.

"I thought I just got out of here."

[_jack_oneill]

Dude!

It's Han Solo!

Sweet.

Jack raises his bottle of beer in a cheerful salute to the man.

[rebel_falcon]

Life would be sweeter if he wasn't in the bar, but he'll take what he can get.

"Hey."

Jack gets a little salute.

[_jack_oneill]

Jack is not a teenage fangirl, so he doesn't giggle. He may, however, grin at that.

"Hey. What's up with the floor entrance?"

[rebel_falcon]

Han shrugs a little. "Grav-shift's a pain in the ass. Came in through the ceiling last week, all depends on where this Bar decides to show up."

He kicks the panel back over the hole.

[a_day_of_sky]

... The man came out of the floor.

Within five seconds of having spotted Han, Ella is over by the displaced panel, peering curiously down and alternating her glance between the panel and the aforementioned man.

Is this a normal thing to be happening?

[rebel_falcon]

"Not all of us come in through the door, sister."

If she looks down, she'll see some metal and wires and pipes and then darkness. There's a few blinking lights. Every inch of the Falcon has something alive...

...all the more things to need repair, unfortunately.

[a_day_of_sky]

Shiny.

She stares down for a moment longer before looking up at Han, mildly dubiously.

"If you say so. I haven't seen anyone not come in through the door yet, although, I suppose I didn't either."

She breaks into a smile.

"But I haven't been long enough to pass judgement."

And, sticking out a hand, "Ella Harkins."

[rebel_falcon]

"Most of 'em ain't comin' off a space ship."

Han grins. She's pretty.

"Came in through the ceiling last week."

He takes her hand. "Han. Han Solo."

[fighting_mad]

It's a weird thing, with Solo.

The first time they meet, Plourr's a bald, single lieutenant with the Rebellion. The second time, a short-haired, short-tempered princess with a husband. And this time? An empress, with a full head of red hair, and an equally redheaded baby princess.

Plourr doesn't want to know where she'll be a fourth time.

"Hey, Solo!" she calls from behind him, where she's sitting at a table reading files and a datapad, with the aforementioned baby princess dead to the multiverse and drooling all over her shoulder.

She may only have seen him from behind, but--

She cracks a grin, the slow kind. "I'd recognize that ass anywhere."

[rebel_falcon]

Han turns around and smirks.

"Well if it ain't..." A pause, as he cocks his head at the sight of baby princess. "Timelines. I hate timelimes." Then he struts wanders over after kicking the floor back in place and makes himself right at home.

"I'd ask how you've been..." a hand motion at the little one. "But I think the word is 'busy'?"

[fighting_mad]

Plourr rolls her eyes, reaching over to pluck a report or two from under Solo's nose. She likes the guy and all (though whether she'd admit it is a different story altogether), but she isn't about to leave planetary secrets lying around, here.

"That or 'shut up, Solo, before you get more friendly with my boot than you'd like.' "

It's not a word, but what it lacks in exactitude it makes up in panache.

[rebel_falcon]

Moving the reports immediately makes him interested. He may be trying to sneak a peak.

Maybe.

"So you miss me?"

Han's eyeing the rats and wondering if they'll even bother coming by. The only good thing about this is he's not looking at the reports anymore.

Maybe.