Timeframe:Post ANH, evacuation of Yavin IV
Summary:Han wondering why he has joined in with the rebellion
Notes: This is my response to the Shakespear Quotaion roulette challenge. I chose quote #40
Rightly reasoned, and in his own division: and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. Claudio, Much Ado About Nothing Act 5
Finally, he found a moment to be alone with his thoughts and confusion. He threw himself into his chair.
What had brought him to this point of breaking every rule, every vow he had promised himself to not get involved with anything that was bigger than his own self preservation?
He sat in his pilots chair, looking out the massive windows, watching the scene of mass exodus occur. How had he gotten himself involved with the rebel faction he still was not sure. It seemed to happen much to fast.
Of course he knew where it started.
The moment he had said yes to that old fool, for a charter flight to Alderaan.
He had not sure how he was going to manage time with a man that seemed to have a come back for every word he uttered, and a farm boy with no sense of what life was really like.
He had expected a short cruise, no complications, deliver the old man, the boy and two droids safely and be on his way. He could settle his debt to Jabba the Hut, and get on with his carefree life.
He did not expect the planet to be obliterated, and hauled into a space station that had no right to exist.
Nor did he plan on meeting HER…..
Her worshipfullness, Her highness, Her…… what ever he could think of, without thinking about Her. It was useless; Her brown eyes would haunt him the rest of his life. He did not need to be around a spoiled, self righteous, aggrandizing bit of a woman that was too young to be soooooo….. Frustrating.
He had not planned on rescuing said woman from the bowels of that station. It was not in the contract to fight his way from level to level just to witness the death of the "old fool". He had not counted on Her, being right about being tracked to Javin IV.
He had planed on getting his reward and leaving. Leaving them to their idealistic suicide and get out of there, hide intact.
He did not plan the memories to invade his soul as he took off and entered hyper space. He only remembered Her eyes! He remembered the boy’s eyes, full of excitement, hope, and a flash of disappointment. He remembered the grief in those young eyes that he managed to hide deep behind the thrill of the coming battle.
He tried to ignore the looks, and muttering of his fur ball copilot. He would not look at him. He grumbled and muttered until Han finally had to tell him to stop or he would shove a bantha down his miserable throat.
It was too late, he was caught up in a war he had not planned to be part of, he turned the Millennium Falcon around, and saved the kid's neck just in the nick of time. At least he had bragging rights about that one, as the kid blew up the dreaded death star just as it was to bring a fateful end to the rebellions crusade.
He grinned to himself has he remembered Her arms being thrown around his neck in joy and glee. For a moment he felt something more than frustration and a need to strangle Her lovely neck.
He had received a medal,(by Her glorious hand), he did not need to stay any longer, so why did he?
He looked at his reflection in the window and muttered to himself,
"Han ol' boy, you know why you stay. It is because of Her."