His name was Han Solo. The first, to be exact. And he planned on there never being a second. He was sort of hard headed and stubborn, and he was told he got that from his father. He had a short fuse, but never got violently angry. He drank on occasion… Okay, so he drank a lot. What of it? He said he was happy with his life. He enjoyed flying around his home planet Corellia and delivering packages to the people who swore they were totally not slavers. He didn't care if they were slave owners or not, as long as he got his money. He couldn't care less about the whole law-and-order mumbo-jumbo. That is, until he met her.
Her name was Andila Speth, and she hailed from the planet of Naboo. Or, that's what she was told, at least. After the social turmoil and chaos, her family moved to their vacation home, high in the Corellian mountains. She was far too young to remember it, so she calls herself a Corellian. Her family kept their high-class values though, and were very well-to-do on the planet. She wasn't snooty, but instead, was proper, as she described it. She did everything right, and never, ever broke the law. That was, until the night she met him.
It was late afternoon, almost dusk. She was brushing her hair as a part of her nightly routine when she heard a knock at the front door.
"Andila, can you get that for me please? I'm helping your father fix the excretion port. It's backed up again," her mother called from the other side of the house. She didn't remember the planet, but she knew that her parents wouldn't have to do such filthy work back on Naboo. There were workers for that specific job. But up there in the mountains, there were no such luxuries.
She went to the door in her night wear. When she opened it, she saw a young, handsome man about her age. He had a package in his hands.
"Um… Yes? May I help you?" She asked. Her family rarely got visitors, due to the rural location of their mountain home. She was shocked to see one so young.
"Uh yeah, hi. Is your dad home?" He asked, looking past her and into the home. "Hey, check it out! This is a nice place you got here. What are you, a princess or something?" He pushed past her and escorted himself into the front entryway.
"Have you no manners? That is not how you greet someone! Who are you, and why do you need to see my father?" She inquired, stomping her way in front of him.
"Woah, hey, calm down, princess, I'm just here to deliver a package." He held up his hands in front of him as a sign of surrender. "Is your father here, or not, I don't have all day."
Her curiosity arose when she saw that he spoke differently than anyone she had ever met. He was very… Casual. She liked it. But she most certainly did not like him, for he was an intruder in her home. She decided to let him speak to her father.
"Father, there's a man here for you. He's delivering a package. Were you expecting something?" She asked as she approached the refresher.
"I don't believe I ordered anything from the catalogue… Let me just finish up here and I'll be right-" Just as he was finishing his sentence, something inside the excretion port broke, and water began to fill the room. Her father was visibly frustrated, and told her to watch over the boy while he cleaned up. She obeyed.
Author's note: Hi! Welcome to my first story on this site. I know it's a fairly short chapter, but this is basically the introduction to the story. Please leave a comment and maybe even a like!
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