This is still dedicated to Indy Pollard, the biggest Han Fan I know!

The jump out of light speed was smooth. It was too smooth by Han's standards. He looked at Riley as he lowered the ship down and attached the landing gear. Han lowered the hatch and followed the old man out, securing the hatch afterwards.

The professor immediately shot off, heading toward one of the bigger buildings, Han close behind. Suddenly, there was a crowd of students rushing to their classes. Riley moved ahead seamlessly, but Han stumbled behind.

Han yelled over the crowd, but it was too late, Riley had already gone around a corner and disappeared. Han paused and cursed silently to himself before finding a relatively quiet corner in the hubbub. He waited impatiently for what seemed like hours, fingering his blaster unsure of his surroundings.

Thirty standard minutes later, a hand touched his shoulder, and Han started slightly. He twirled and found himself facing his old friend again.

Riley smiled. "I seemed to have lost you, didn't I? Well, no matter. I spoke with Theya, and she'll be meeting you at the Falcon."

Han nodded. "Just me? Won't you be joining us for the first leg?"

Riley chuckled. "No, it seems I was caught wandering around and somehow I am now giving a seminar on ancient Dantooine civilization."

Han smiled. "Yeah, I bet they really forced you into it, didn't they?" They chuckled together before the conversation turned serious again.

"Take care of yourself, Han. And take care of Theya; she's a good girl, and smart. I get the feeling she'll be more helpful than you realize.

Han frowned. "If you say so. You have fun, you dusty old professor, and I'll talk to you in a week or two.

Han had opened the Falcon again, and was busy taking stock of his supplies, feeling incredibly lonely, when a knock on the hull brought him out of his daze of business. Without looking through the comm., he shouted, "Yeah? Whadda you want?"

A woman's voice answered, "I am Theya Pollard. I am here to meet with a Han Solo? Friend of a Professor Riley?"

Han flipped a switch, and the hatch lowered down with a slight hiss, and a woman with brown hair and green eyes stepped into the ship. He walked up to her and held out his hand. "Han Solo. And this is my ship, the Millennium Falcon. She might not look like much, but she can outrun the Imperial Star Destroyers, the big ones."

The woman smirked and said, "Whatever you say, Captain Solo. Where do you want me to put my things?"

Han shrugged and pointed to the common area. "Behind there is all the crew quarters. Pick a spot and stick with it."

Han left the woman behind and headed to the cockpit, and started up the ship. Theya walked in shortly after and started to sit in the copilot's seat. "Na uh. Not there. Please sit in the navigator's seat in the back, and buckle up. We are ready to leave the planet."

Theya frowned, then shrugged before following Han's directions. She looked at him and asked, "I know very little about this run, mind letting me in?

Han smiled. "Riley didn't explain it to you?" Seeing her negative response, he continued, "Well, this should be right up your alley. We are apparently retrieving some dark artifacts on some dust ball named Korriban. We are retrieving these things right under the Imperial's nose, so it's gonna be rough."

He looked back at Theya, and was startled to see her ashen face.

"K-korriban!"