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Who:Han Solo and YOUR FACE
When: throughout the month of May
Where: aboard the Moira unless otherwise noted
What: for all your miscellaneous threading needs! will probably post some specific starters, but feel free to hit him up with basically anything.
Warnings: currently n/a; will warn in threads / update as needed

Though going home is Han's number one priority, he's not sure a temporary trip (if that's even for real) is worth the risk. So while he'll get into his share of trouble, he's sticking around on the Moira a fair amount. Plenty to do.

He keeps up with his work running one of the transporters as needed, and can frequently be found between trips on the flight deck. Sometimes he's poking at his shuttle of choice, but just as often he can be found in or around the Millennium Falcon. Loath as he was to risk spreading whatever contamination they've all contracted onto his pride and joy, there's only so much waiting a man can take. (Play your cards right and maybe you'll get a tour, he likes to show off.)

The mess hall, the bar, and the cafe are all frequent enough haunts. Hell of a lot better than being stuck for months with instant caf and freeze-dried rations. As far as space travel goes, this is straight up luxury.

Otherwise, he'll be around, here and there.

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[Han would have said much the same thing about his own life, before the Rebels. He fought to get back to it, at first. Or claimed to. The thing is even without the excuses Leia kept throwing his way-- one more paid job, too dangerous right now, can't fix the Falcon unless you help with this-- he thinks he'd have found his own. Maybe it was easier because the supports were already in place-- he had a taste for dangerous jobs, an ego that was suited by it, no particular fondness for the Imperial regime. It's not so different with Ben, though, because he already cares even if he doesn't mean to.

For a minute Han tries to come up with some way to extend that image of a burst dam with digging out a reservoir in a better shape, but he has to admit he doesn't know enough about that kind of engineering to muster it.]

You'd rather go down with it than try to, you know. [He gestures vaguely and uselessly.] Find a way to make it work out better?

[ Is that what he's saying? With the drink swimming through his blood, he finds it much more difficult to discern his own true intentions, and in that it's worrisome that he says anything at all. And to this near-stranger, at that, who he's only come to trust by association, for the most part.

What vested interest does Solo really have in this scenario? It feels almost deceptive in its own right, but Kenobi knows better; Han's here because he wants to be here, and ultimately, even if his intention is to change a Jedi Master's mind to make way for his own conflicted relationship to be a tiny bit more complete, then what qualms could he really have? ]

She's dead. How do I make that "work out better?" [ A uncharacteristic hint of bitterness creeps into his voice. ] Do I assume she'll come home with me? Do I—? Do I change my ways and expect that when I do finally return home others will understand why I did what I did?

Do I pour all that is me into all that is her and hope that when she's taken again, there's something of me left to survive it? Something of me left that wants to survive it?

[ Obi-Wan passes a hand over his face and takes a deep, shuddering breath. Take control of yourself, Kenobi, he silently urges, but he's already poised to run. ]

I have no answers. Only ceaseless questions and unrelenting regret to color what precious few good memories we have together.

[Stepping back enough to ask why he was having this conversation would leave him without an answer. It's funny that Han is arguing over the principle of the thing, when he's so inclined to scoff at principles. This feels important, though, in the heat of the moment; or maybe they're just both a little bit drunk.

But he's certain, absolutely, that rules like that are untenable.]

Same problem, [he argues, leaning forward.] Ask her what she thinks about it. Quit hanging every damn thing now on the future. Find something better to look back at.

[ There's a very long pause here where Obi-Wan stares across the table at Solo, so eager to be helpful, and he has to admit the guy's got a kind of courage Kenobi's always had trouble mustering. To stand against the injustices of the universe is within Obi-Wan's reach, but questioning the very system that has been his entire life has never been his way. He traditionally balks against any deviation from the norm, particularly when it comes to Jedi matters, and while he's expressed certain concerns, it's never been so potentially life changing as something like this.

He clears his throat and nods, that much more relieved his uncertain trepidation is mostly lost on the other man. ]

Please don't think I don't appreciate the advice. As it turns out, I could use all that I can get. [ And then, perhaps a bit warmer than even before, he smiles. ] I'll... take it under advisement, Han. You have my word.

Seems like that's the best I'm gonna get.

[But actually he's fairly satisfied with that answer; at the least, it beats the alternative. Strong as he feels about his opinions, Han knows he's at a disadvantage in arguing against the Jedi Order because he doesn't have much respect for it. How could he? The only one he ever knew was some hidebound old man passing off cheap magic tricks as destiny.

(Imperial propaganda at work, there, doesn't help.)]

[ If only Han understood the true power of the Force. Time enough would reveal as much with Luke and Leia so nearby, but perhaps the perspective now would allow him to see what it means to try to focus something like that, and the necessary balance required in order to ensure that type of power isn't abused.

He smiles a little. ] If it wouldn't be too much trouble — if it wouldn't put you into an awkward position — I'd like to keep this between us for the time being.

[Chances are, if he understood-- if he'd seen more of it, enough to let go of the insistent skepticism that's already starting to fray away at the edges-- he'd say exactly the same thing. Han is stubborn like that... And Leia and Luke are, too, which is part of why he cares so fiercely about the both of them.

For now, he just nods.]

Don't worry about it.

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