* The Talk *
The two men stood in the secluded conference room. The older one motioned for the other, who had pacing the room since his arrival, to take a seat while he went to go to the refreshment compartment.
"Would you like something?"
"Uh, no… I'm fine."
Truth was, Kyp was hardly anything but fine. His palms were sweating like crazy. He did his best not to fidget in his seat, breathing in slow deep breaths as best he could.
Leaning forward, the older man glared at Durron with resentment and curiosity that flamed like a wildfire. "Alright, let's cut to the quick. The last time I saw you and Jaina together was when she blew up in your face for what you did to her at Sernpidal and for not telling me about what you to her did during that time. Frankly, I'm not entirely thrilled about the fact, so mark yourself down 100 on getting on my good side checklist. Not only that, but the next time I go to see if you two aren't killing each other, I find you on the floor with my little girl…" Han stopped himself for a minute to regain his composure before strangling the man who sat in the chair in front of him. "Let's just say your very lucky Chewie was not here because I would have had him give you this lecture."
Kyp winced at the thought. He didn't dare talk back to Han. He knew what he had done was wrong, at least behind Han's back.
"I don't particularly care for this whole idea that you and my daughter are together because she's just too young for you." He saw Kyp open his mouth to protest, but Han cut of the man. "Don't dare use Leia and me as an excuse. You're fourteen years older and she's barely going on nineteen. I just don't want her to get hurt, and if you are just doing this to use her again then be aware once I find out you won't even remember you're name. Got it?"
"I understand, but I want you to know I regret everything I caused Jaina. While in hyperspace, she nearly died because she refused to open herself to me through the Force. "When Jaina did, I felt everything she had gone through, everything I had put her through." Kyp paused as he lowered his eyes from the man who he always looked up to as a father, but continued not leaving any of the truth out. "I know my faults now, but that doesn't take away what I did to her. Already I've addressed the fact with her and she has forgiven me."
Han raised one eyebrow. "The forgiveness of Jaina Solo is something more or less known as impossible. And yet Kyp Durron has managed to obtain that blessing."
"I didn't manipulate her in any form." Kyp defended himself. "I just love her."
For moments, the Jedi Master could sense nothing through the Force from the older man. He never could though. Han kept all of his deepest emotions inside, which was all of them. Finally, Han nodded stiffly and rounded the table that separated the two. Kyp got up from his seat not knowing what was to befall him.
Han looked Kyp dead in the eyes then smiled enveloping him in a friendly fatherly hug, and pulled back quickly laughing, slapping Kyp in the back. "Well, then you have my consent."
"I do?" Kyp was utterly astonished and couldn't stop the words that fell from his mouth.
"Of course. Just keep in mine that being with my daughter is like handling the Falcon, yet if this time she gets a scratch you won't be able to live through it." He half joked, half threatened. "Come on. You look as if you could use some breakfast. The cafeteria opens just about now."
The two men stood in the secluded conference room. The older one motioned for the other, who had pacing the room since his arrival, to take a seat while he went to go to the refreshment compartment.
"Would you like something?"
"Uh, no… I'm fine."
Truth was, Kyp was hardly anything but fine. His palms were sweating like crazy. He did his best not to fidget in his seat, breathing in slow deep breaths as best he could.
Leaning forward, the older man glared at Durron with resentment and curiosity that flamed like a wildfire. "Alright, let's cut to the quick. The last time I saw you and Jaina together was when she blew up in your face for what you did to her at Sernpidal and for not telling me about what you to her did during that time. Frankly, I'm not entirely thrilled about the fact, so mark yourself down 100 on getting on my good side checklist. Not only that, but the next time I go to see if you two aren't killing each other, I find you on the floor with my little girl…" Han stopped himself for a minute to regain his composure before strangling the man who sat in the chair in front of him. "Let's just say your very lucky Chewie was not here because I would have had him give you this lecture."
Kyp winced at the thought. He didn't dare talk back to Han. He knew what he had done was wrong, at least behind Han's back.
"I don't particularly care for this whole idea that you and my daughter are together because she's just too young for you." He saw Kyp open his mouth to protest, but Han cut of the man. "Don't dare use Leia and me as an excuse. You're fourteen years older and she's barely going on nineteen. I just don't want her to get hurt, and if you are just doing this to use her again then be aware once I find out you won't even remember you're name. Got it?"
"I understand, but I want you to know I regret everything I caused Jaina. While in hyperspace, she nearly died because she refused to open herself to me through the Force. "When Jaina did, I felt everything she had gone through, everything I had put her through." Kyp paused as he lowered his eyes from the man who he always looked up to as a father, but continued not leaving any of the truth out. "I know my faults now, but that doesn't take away what I did to her. Already I've addressed the fact with her and she has forgiven me."
Han raised one eyebrow. "The forgiveness of Jaina Solo is something more or less known as impossible. And yet Kyp Durron has managed to obtain that blessing."
"I didn't manipulate her in any form." Kyp defended himself. "I just love her."
For moments, the Jedi Master could sense nothing through the Force from the older man. He never could though. Han kept all of his deepest emotions inside, which was all of them. Finally, Han nodded stiffly and rounded the table that separated the two. Kyp got up from his seat not knowing what was to befall him.
Han looked Kyp dead in the eyes then smiled enveloping him in a friendly fatherly hug, and pulled back quickly laughing, slapping Kyp in the back. "Well, then you have my consent."
"I do?" Kyp was utterly astonished and couldn't stop the words that fell from his mouth.
"Of course. Just keep in mine that being with my daughter is like handling the Falcon, yet if this time she gets a scratch you won't be able to live through it." He half joked, half threatened. "Come on. You look as if you could use some breakfast. The cafeteria opens just about now."