August 15, 1945
Okinawa.
A flare rises up into the air as an intoxicated man yells out in victory. In the midst of the celebration a bonfire burned bright, lighting up the majority of the beach. The marine sits away from the party, taking in the moment. His friend approaches, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
"Hey you old pirate, why don't you come join us?"
"I will, I just…" The marine trails off, staring at the ocean. The other man takes a seat next to his friend, handing over the bottle of whiskey to the private.
"So what now huh?"
"Who the hell knows." The marine says, taking a drink of whiskey and lighting up a cigarette.
"Go back home? Continue on with our lives?" His friend asks
"I don't think it will be that simple Lando."
"You know what will be the first thing I do when I get home?" Lando asks, taking the bottle of whiskey back.
"What?"
"I'm gonna have a long hot shower, then call up the prettiest girl in town and take her out." He sighs just thinking about it.
"Please, the only woman who you could get to go out with you is your mother." The marine laughs, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"Yea, you laugh now. But I promise you, you won't be laughing in a few months when I have a gorgeous girl on my arm and your still living in that same old shack with Chewie." Lando chuckles, making the other man shake his head. "But, you must have a girl waiting for you back home."
"Nah, I don't have a girl, no home, and no plans." He responds, laying onto his back to look up at the stars; beginning to wonder what the hell he was going to do when he returned state side because at this point Han Solo had no future.
Authors note: Thanks for reading, there is more to come and chapters will be longer than this one, I just figured this would be a good way to kick off my new story.