* Fatherly Shove *
Han had been walking down the hallway towards his temporary room when suddenly his comlink began to beep. Unclasping it off his belt he answered it. "Han, here. Who is this?" The number from the transmission was unfamiliar to him and no one in the universe knew his number but his family and a few close friends.
"Han, it's me Kyp Durron. Could I speak to you on a Holo transmission link?"
"Kyp? Umm… sure." The whole conversation seemed confusing. "Let me get connected."
With that Han walked into a small isolated room that served as a communications booth. He stuck the comlink in a slot that picked up the connection from the link. Suddenly a chest to head Holo flickered on revealing an older version of the boy Han once knew. "Ok, what's going on?" Han was tired of surprises, and sick of formalities.
"Han, I need to ask you something very important."
Frowning, the older man stared at Kyp. "It depends on what you are going to ask."
Taking in a deep breath, Kyp had been preparing for this moment all morning. "Alright, fair enough. Is there any possible way for you to get your daughter on the line?"
"Why didn't you just call her yourself? You have her number."
"Yeah, well… I tried that already, and she blocked me from all calls." The Jedi Master confessed.
Running his fingers through his greasy hair, Han shook his head at Kyp. "What in the quasars did you do to my daughter?"
"It's a long story. But could you? It's important."
Keeping his eyes trained on him, Han glared at Kyp. "I'll bring her here, but I am not going to force her to talk to you. Know that if she disconnects the line, I'm not going to stop her."
Han had been walking down the hallway towards his temporary room when suddenly his comlink began to beep. Unclasping it off his belt he answered it. "Han, here. Who is this?" The number from the transmission was unfamiliar to him and no one in the universe knew his number but his family and a few close friends.
"Han, it's me Kyp Durron. Could I speak to you on a Holo transmission link?"
"Kyp? Umm… sure." The whole conversation seemed confusing. "Let me get connected."
With that Han walked into a small isolated room that served as a communications booth. He stuck the comlink in a slot that picked up the connection from the link. Suddenly a chest to head Holo flickered on revealing an older version of the boy Han once knew. "Ok, what's going on?" Han was tired of surprises, and sick of formalities.
"Han, I need to ask you something very important."
Frowning, the older man stared at Kyp. "It depends on what you are going to ask."
Taking in a deep breath, Kyp had been preparing for this moment all morning. "Alright, fair enough. Is there any possible way for you to get your daughter on the line?"
"Why didn't you just call her yourself? You have her number."
"Yeah, well… I tried that already, and she blocked me from all calls." The Jedi Master confessed.
Running his fingers through his greasy hair, Han shook his head at Kyp. "What in the quasars did you do to my daughter?"
"It's a long story. But could you? It's important."
Keeping his eyes trained on him, Han glared at Kyp. "I'll bring her here, but I am not going to force her to talk to you. Know that if she disconnects the line, I'm not going to stop her."