This was not going to be easy.
Han tried to concentrate on landing the ship, but his attention was fixed on the Coruscanti landscape. He hadn't been here since...
"Watch it" Kris Katarn leaned over and grabbed the yolk to steady the ship.
"Sorry, master" Han amended, brushing back the memories.
"I should never have let Ferus teach you how to fly. Much too reckless."
"I can still make a steadier landing."
"This time perhaps"
Once the ship had landed, Kris immediately went to lower the ramp. Han took a minute to shut down the ship, all the while practicing a Jedi relaxation technique to calm himself. When at last he joined Kris, the other was already becoming impatient.
"We haven't much time. He's due to arrive any minute, and there might not be another chance."
"We'll get him." Han unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, but didn't activate it.
Was all his training enough for this? he wondered.
Nine years had passed since the Jedi Purge.
Nine years he'd stood to the side while the Imperial Empire formed until it held the galaxy in an iron fist.
Nine years he'd spent training for this mission.
This was not going to be easy, but it had to be done.
"Get ready," Kris warned as a single passenger shuttled landed close by.
Han took a deep breath and focused on their mission.
The shuttle's hatch snapped open and a dark-cladded figure emerged, his black cloak rippling behind him as he walked. As he advanced towards them, he ignited his crimson lightsaber. "You may have avoided death once, but you won't with me," he spoke in a cold voice.
"We shall see..." Kris replied with a grin.
Han ignited his lightsaber and stood ready...