I don't own Star Wars. Anyway, I wrote this for my 4 year old brother. Hope you enjoy.
Han was playing with his father's dice when the shouting started. Then his beautiful Mama was scooping him up hurrying him out the back door.
He heard a scream and then a thud but his mother shushed his questions. "I'm taking you to a friend, Han." She murmured into his ear.
They were in the streets now. He recognized the icky smell that accompanied the merchants stalls. He buried his face in her neck and clutched the golden dice in his hand tighter than ever. Then she was setting him down and cupping his face in her hands. "Han, daddy and I love you. I want you to remember that always."
"Okay Mama, I'll remember." He answered obediently. She kissed his forehead. And then lifted the hand that still held the golden dice.
"These were your father's lucky dice." She smiled. "They'll make you lucky too."
"Okay," he said. He was confused. "Where is Da?"
Tears pooled in her eyes then overflowed down her cheeks. "Da is in a place without crying, Honey. He is home now. Someday you'll be faced with a choice to help someone or let them die and you'll have to choose which you value more, your life or theirs." She kissed him again. "I love you Han."
Then she was gone and thick arms wrapped around him and held him still as he fought to go to his beautiful Mama. The arms hefted him up and carried him away. But Han lifted his head just before they turned into an alley way. His Mama was still running. Running towards a company of stormtroopers. Han saw the red light flash.
Then the man carrying him turned the corner. He clutched the golden dice harder in his grimy hand. The lucky golden dice that had belonged to his father.
I might add more one shots. Please review. Till later.