Title: The Real Han Solo
Genre: Humor
Main Character(s): Canderous Ordo, Carth Onasi, Atton Rand, Disciple/Mical, Han Solo
Rating: K/G
Disclaimer: Kotor and all its characters do not belong to me. Han Solo doesn't either.

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The Real Han Solo

"Alright stand in a line. Facing your right."

Canderous Ordo, Atton Rand and Carth Onasi all stood in a line, wearing plain civilian garments, the type much like most Jedi wear when they aren't in their cumbersome robes. All three seemed a bit annoyed at the whole situation. They already had to sit through hour long interrogations with this… unknown man who claimed he was from the future.

An eye roll threatened to escape each of the men's eyes as they were directed to turn to their left now. Atton Rand was seemingly sleepy and turned rather slowly. Behind him, Canderous Ordo snickered.

"I don't know where they picked up that any of us were supposed this Han Solo guy," the Mandalorian chortled.

"I agree with you on that," Carth Onasi muttered. "I'm the Paranoid Republic pilot, you're a fraking Mandalorian, and that kid there is an ex Jedi Assassin turned Jedi."

"Well he's supposed to be whipped by his Jedi woman so that gives each of you two a point," Canderous said, receiving scowls from both Carth and Atton.

"Turn and face the front."

All three men turned to face the front, their faces ranging from partially amused to downright annoyed. The men standing behind the glass, in a separate part of the room than Atton, Carth and Canderous observed them.

One was a scientific type, and his name was Mical. He observed the three men in front of him, having met all three previously, and then scanned the man standing to his own right whom he had just met earlier that day when he had come barging into Mical's office.

"I heard that people have been comparing some riffraff from the past to me," the man had said. "Claiming to be the 'token Han Solo of the past generation'." The man glowered at Mical when he nodded without giving much of a care.

"I am Han Solo and I don't like my name being disgraced by some fracking wannabes."

So here Mical had called together Atton Rand, Canderous Ordo and Carth Onasi for questioning to see how similar they were to this Han Solo, as well as physically. It was clear that Canderous didn't look much like the lean figure of the real Han Solo, perhaps Atton did, possessing the same scruffy air that Han himself did.

Back behind the glass Canderous, Carth and Atton continued being observed, continuously feeling irritated. "Well he's not a bad looking guy so I guess that counts everybody but me out," Atton said slyly.

"Kid, you need better insults than that," Canderous replied with a slight eye roll. Atton scowled again. "He doesn't seem angsty like the pair of you. Hell, I don't even know why I'm here, I'm nothing like that weed."

"Blame him not us," Carth muttered under his breath. "Its not like any of us actually ask to be called 'the token Han Solo of the past generation'."

"Alright gentlemen, we're done."

"At least we don't have to deal directly with him like the Disciple," Atton pointed out. "Somebody got oversensitive at having their name spread around. Isn't that a good thing to be so famous that people like us get compared to him?"

Carth shook his head. "Not all of us are as arrogant as you." The three men trailed silently out of the part of the room on the other side of the glass and spotted Mical speaking with 'Han Solo'.

"So we're done?" Canderous growled. "Because I have better things to do."

The man that was apparently Han Solo scowled. "I want your word that you won't go around saying that you're the 'token Han Solo of the past generation'."

"Like we actually ask to be called that," Atton mumbled.

"We don't even know who you are besides that your name is Han Solo and what we've learned in the past couple hours from Mical," Carth said exasperatedly.

"Like that you're whipped by a Jedi woman like these two are and you're not exactly the Prince of Angst like those two are," Canderous added grizzly. "Now, I'm leaving, thanks." And without waiting for someone to bother stopping him Canderous strode out of the room and left the other four men behind.

Han stared at Atton and Carth. "You two?"

Carth shook his head and muttered something about needing to go back to Telos. He said a short goodbye to Mical before giving Han a look and leaving. Atton was left behind with Mical and Han.

"Get over it," Atton said briskly. "I wouldn't want to be dragged down by your name," he added with a smirk.

"I could kick your ass kid," Han growled.

"I'm sure you could," Atton's smirk widened as he pulled out his lightsaber and began tossing it up and down. "'Bye folks," he said patting Mical on the shoulder with a laugh. He never liked Mical, but he found it amusing to torture the kid when he could.

Han turned towards Mical. "So you questioned them?" At Mical's nod he continued. "And your research shows what?"

"None of them want to be Han Solo," Mical said in a business-like voice. "Blame the fans."

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Yeah I loved the idea but it ended up sucking in my opinion, but I decided to post it on anyways just for the heck of it. It was made for the 12th kotorfanmedia dueliong circle challenge, but nah…

So enjoy.