The speeder slowly banked as it weaved its' way through midmorning 'traffic'…  Traffic being only a relative term because to Jordan as it was more like a holding pattern that planes made over congested airports rather then actual cars which, to him, were meant to stay on the ground and not some thousands of feet above it.

Han handled the sporty little speeder like a pro, which the young human guessed he was.  If he could fly that Millenium Falcon through humongous space battles nearly unfettered, as numerous Holonet documentaries had suggested, then surely he could drive a flying car though a crowded sky between a billion other flying vehicles and miles high towers with the ground so far beneath them it was hidden in fog and shadow.

Jordan's hand tightened on the handle the car's designer had graciously built just above his head in the small cabin.  He thanked god for small gifts of parallel automotive evolution. 

"So…  This is normal for you?" he asked Han, his eyes shut and teeth clenched as they bank steeply around a silver and glass tower.  He didn't want to know just how close they had come to it's gleaming surface.

The Corellian grinned, not that Jordan could tell from behind his eyelids though he could tell by the timbre of his voice.  "Not really.  Usually Leia's functionaries fly me around.  When I venture out at all, that is."  He leveled off the speeder, only one hand on the 'wheel', the other hanging out the window in an absurdly familiar fashion.. As if this was some pleasant country drive to him in some ground-bound sports coup and not a kamikaze suicide flight as Jordan felt it was.  "But sometimes I like to go out alone.  Usually  take the family speeder, since usually Chewie is with me and it's big enough to carry him.  But I have this little gem lying around and since you don't need a larger seat like a Wookie would…"

Jordan nodded, daring to open one eye to peek.  The traffic around them had thinned out considerably..  And the towers were a bit farther in between then before.  Must be the burbs, Jordan thought.

Finally the young, and thoroughly traumatized, young human took a deep breath he hadn't realized he had been holing for a long, long time. He settled more confidently into the bucket seat and looked at his 'tour guide'.

"So, where are we going?" he asked, curiously.

Hand shrugged, eyes still glued to the road.. er.. sky.  "Nowhere really," he said, motioning to the city around them, "I just thought maybe you'd like to see the world a bit.. and talk."

Talk?

"Talk?" Jordan repeated, this time by words rather then hidden thought.  "Talk about what.

"About what you are going to do."

Jordan still apparently didn't seem to understand.  Han could tell by the furrow of the red brows.  "What I mean, Jordan, is that you can't sit in your apartment glued to the holonet all day.  You said you wanted help, and I realize you need to acclimatize, but for all you know Akbar and his people could find Earth tomorrow."

"Or in ten years." Jordan pointed out.. miserably.

Hand sighed and gave his companion a side glance.  "True..  But that doesn't mean you should sit around just.. staring in shock and wonder.  You're here now.  In the greater galaxy.  You should be thinking about not just existing here..  But /living/ here.

Jordan frowned even more.  "You think I should be giving some thought to being more.. active?" he asked, cautiously.

Another nod from Han.  "Oh yeah.  Definitely.  You have a great opportunity here.  You're a smart individual.  You need to start making a life for yourself.  Get out there.. Get known."

"Uhm.. Why?"

Han turned completely away from looking out the windshield and stared hard at Jordan.  "you mean beyond the fact that I said you have an incredible opportunity to further yourself or your people, /when/ we find them."  He emphasized the when.  "Because when you finally get home, you are going t need help rebuilding your planet and society."

"But wouldn't the New Republic do that Anyways?"

Han rolled his eyes.  "Kid, listen.  I have a lot of faith in the government and all.."  Oddly, Jordan found a Han's words heavily laced with sarcasm /and/ sincerity, both. "But you can't leave it to a government to single-handedly rebuild your planet.  One, it's very expensive.  Two, there are hundred of other worlds in the Republic and while  am sure even now Leia is somehow working to ensure aid for you and your people, you can't be singled out as a special case."

Jordan sighed and closed his eyes again.  "So, what else can I do?" he asked, sounding a bit dejected.

At this Han's eyes twinkled faintly.. almost mischievously.  "You know anything about business and politics?" he asked.

Jordan opened his eyes again and stared… shaking his head slowly. "Uhm.. No."

Suddenly Han banked the speeder tightly, the slight increase in g-force pressing Jordan into the cushions. "Hey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed, hand whiteknuckled on the handle above is head.

Hand didn't look at Jordan, but his smile was even wider then before.  "I said that the New Republic wouldn't be able to help you with /everything/," he reminded the young redheaded human, "But, like everything else, you can get help from multiple sources.  But to learn what those sources are, and how to use them, you need an education.  On how the galaxy works."

"And you're to be my teacher?" Jordan asked, skeptically?

The ex-rebel shook his head.  "No, not entirely.  Some parts.  Some of it can be taut by Leia.  Some by Threepio or Luke…Hell, even some by holo or computer..  But  I can think of only one man who could probably take all you learn and show you how to put it all together into something useful?"

Jordan raised an eyebrow. "And who would that be?" he asked.

Han's grin was becoming Infectious.

"When you were searching the Holonet, did you come across the name Lando Calrissian….?!?"