September 3rd, 2017 at 06:25am
Some days, Han regretted not just taking the money and getting far, far away from Luke and Leia and their band of misfit soldiers.
Granted, the Alliance has such a massive backlog on the credits they owe that they wouldn’t have given them anywhere near half of what the old man had promised him, but still. Life would have been so much easier for him and Chewie. The two of them could have easily fallen back into their old habits of taking on jobs and gambling most of their credits away. It was easy enough to keep away from the bounty hunters on their asses (Han’s ass, as Chewie was so fond of reminding him) and they could have kept that up for at least as long as the war went on.
But no. No, he had to find the last dredges of pride and morality within him somehow and ended up staying along. Hell, there was talk of making him a general. Most of the Alliance wouldn’t think of him as general material if they saw where he was now - crowding around some table in a dark and dingy bar on Coruscant, hiding out from a group of Imperials. Leia looked like she was about to chew his head off, and Chewie was just shaking his head slowly. “Well how was I supposed to know that there were backups a block away?” Han asked, scowling. “C’mon, the kid here is supposed to be the one with all that mystic bullshit. He should’ve been the one to know that they were close, not me.”
Oris glanced around the room, frowning a little as she surveyed the patrons. It was the usual bunch for the most part, too smart to be conned, or too poor to bother with. She’d been stuck on Coruscant too long and it was time to get off. The only issue with that was that she’d been keeping her credit stash at just the right amount - enough to keep herself fed and a place to crash, but not enough to start saving for a kriffing ship off planet. Eventually, her gaze settled on a group of four all huddled around a table in the back. A wookie and three humans was an odd group to see to say the least. The woman looked as though as she was ten seconds away from screaming at all of them. She looked kind of familiar too, like in the way where you vaguely recognize someone you used to know.
“The blonde over there looks like he might be gullible,” she murmured to Keyan, her eyes never straying from the little group. “He looks like he’s never stepped foot off-planet before.” She let out a soft laugh as she took a sip of her Corellian ale, watching them for a little bit longer. The bartender - a female Falleen - cleared her throat. Oris glanced over, the Falleen woman nodding towards her cup. “Oh, no thanks. I’m good,” she said. She took another drink of her ale as she turned her attention towards Keyan. “You want to try it? If the blonde doesn’t go for it, the brown haired guy looks like an idiot.”