Han looked around the forest clearing he stood in.
"Where the heck am I?" he asked himself aloud.
"A place where you shall recieve answers," said a familiar voice from behind.
He turned to come face to face with Count Tyln Dooku, his father.
He was just as Han remembered him. The ex-smuggler scowled at his deceased father.
The Count didn't say anything for a few moments, he simply looked at his son.
"So this is what I've missed?"
He sighed and sat on a log.
"Ask me anything you like, Han."
Han sat on a rock across from him.
"Why didn't you ever tell us who you really where?"
"If you and your mother knew who I really was, you might have told someone, perhaps by accident, but if word got out that I had a family, you and your mother would have been in grave danger. I did it to protect you."
His answer made sense, so Han moved on.
"What happened to you? The record in the Archives just say you died in the battle over Coruscant when Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker rescued the Emperor, huh, Chancellor."
"I did. I died aboard my own warship."
The ex-smuggler shook his head.
"How did you die?"
"I was battling Anakin and Kenobi. I knocked Kenobi out, sending Anakin into a rage. As we fought, I taunted him and urged him to use his anger and hatred. He did and thus took control of the fight. He cut off my hands and crossed the baldes of both our lightsabers before my neck as I knelt in defeat. Palpatine praised him then told him to kill me. It was only then that I realized what I fool I had been for the past thirteen years. My loyalty to him was repaid with the unltimate betrayal. I finally realized that I, like the Separatists, had only been a mere tool in his plan to rule the galaxy. I had been decived just like everyone else, if not more so. I had showed him loyalty that even people of the Republic and the Jedi didn't show him. I sabotaged some of the Separatists plans on his orders. Heck, I began a galaxy wide war for him, and he repays me by ordering me to be killed."
Han swallowed.
"Well, what happened?"
"Anakin hesitated. He hated me, and rightfully so, but he knew that killing me wasn't right. Jedi don't kill unarmed prisioners. Anakin knew that I should stand trial for my crimes and that if he killed me he'd been no better. Palpatine continued to urge him on until he finally did. He parted our blades, beheading me. I knew, when his face hardened, that I was about to die, and you and your mother were my last thought."
The younger man paused for a moment, letting everything sink in.
"Why haven't you come to me before?"
"The Force would not allow me to go to you while you still knew under a false name. Now that you know who I am, I was able to enter your dreams and speak with you."
There was a pause as father and son looked at each other. Then Han sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
He looked down.
"I just assumed you'd abandoned us, and I hated you."
Dooku put his hand on his son's shoulder.
"I understand, Han. I'd have done the same. I've been watching you since I became one with the Force, and I want you to know that I'm proud of you for how far you've come. From a smuggler to a hero of the New Republic. I can't begin to tell you how proud I am."
Han smiled.
"Thanks, Dad. I wish you were still alive and able to meet Leia and Luke."
The Count smiled.
"I know, but even if I hadn't been killed, I would have died from old age long before you met them."
The younger man sighed.
"Yeah, I know."
"All right, it's time for you to wake up."
Han looked at him.
"But, there's still so much I want to know about you."
"I'll come to you again tomorrow night, Han."
His father leaned over and kissed his forehead.
"Wake up," he whispered.
Han woke with a bit of a start and realized that he was home in the temple next to Leia. He sighed softly and smiled. He looked forward to the coming night and talk with Dooku.