Disclaimer: I own nothing. No money has been made from this piece. Send all your thanks to George Lucas.
Each quote is meant to preface the current setting. The following text will proceed from there.
A Little Nostalgia Never Hurt Anyone
All around me, I see what weakness has made.
Too much tomorrow,
I think I'll take all today.
"Sorry for the mess."
- - -
I was in a real hurry; I didn't have time to sit around and chit-chat. I'm Han Solo for the God's sakes! I have an agenda! My time ain't for the givin'! Everything costs too much these days.
But fifteen thousand once we reached Alderaan…that made spending my time worthwhile. The farmboy even had to sell his speeder to give me an' Chewie the up-front payment.
Look, I know what you're thinkin'. How could I take all that from a naïve kid and a demure old man? (Hey, looky there, weren't those big words?). Well, look sister, we all gotta make a livin' alright? Plus it was too good to pass up.
Am I a poison?
Am I a thorn in the side?
Am I a picture-perfect subject tonight?
"Into the garbage shoot, flyboy!"
- - -
I couldn't have felt more useless. I can't believe this is how I'm going to die. Should've gotten the credits from the old man when I had the chance.
Jabba's never gonna get the money. Well, it won't matter in a few minutes anyway.
Well, I gotta admit, I'm kinda likin' myself in this hero persona. It suits a guy like me.
But, kreth, I've never met a woman I didn't like! How'm I supposed to know how to act around a princess? She doesn't know me. She doesn't know anything about me. Still, Han Solo doesn't give up that easily. She'll come around.
The kid didn't like that idea at all.
And I don't need nobody.
I don't need the weight of words to find a way to crash on through.
I don't need nobody.
I just need to learn the depth or doubt of faith to fall into.
"Great shot, kid. That was one in a million!"
- - -
For the first time I was part of something. Kest, I did something right. I helped someone else. Now look, I ain't goin' soft on ya. Just sayin'.
Now don't tell Her Worship this, but I'm thinkin' of stickin' around for a bit. I mean, without me we'd all be bouncing off into the Outer Rim right about now, see? I need to see what happens next.
And the fanfare played; tribute to the lost, comfort to bereft, anthem of heroes. The troops lined up, little gray rows like banks to a shore. One sauntered, one tentatively approached, and one pounded down the center aisle toward the beauty in white.
Lightning struck sand and glass ignited. And the medals represented a change in one spacer, as he began to follow a similar path with a princess.
Critiques welcome! This will probably undergo some heavy editing later, but I wanted to get this idea down before I drifted off to sleep. Update coming soon!
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