Chapter 3- Han's Trouble
Sithspawn!Han though as he struggled out of bed. His back and legs still hurt, but he was able to ignore the pain. He holstered his blaster and limped out of the room. His brown hair had gray streaks from age. He saw Leia sleeping on the couch and kissed her forehead. He fought back a tear as he left their quarters.
He made his way to the Millenium Falcon and climbed up the ramp and sat down in the cockpit. He took off and set a course for Nar Shadda. He started to cry after whispering goodbye to his family and went into hyperspace.
Jaina flew down the stairs with a horrified look on her face. “Mom! Dad’s gone!”
Leia stirred and slowly woke up. “That’s impossible. He’s asleep upstairs.”
“That’s the thing. I looked everywhere, and he isn’t there…. AND his blaster is gone…”
“Sith….”
The Millenium Falcon approached Nar Shadda and came back into real space. Han landed at a smugglers’ port and slowly limped out of the Falcon. He headed for a cantina and sat at the bar. He ordered a Corellian Ale and threw back a few before dropping some credits and leaving the bar. He started towards Despa the Hutt’s hideout. He sighed as he entered the throne room of Jabba’s cousin. Despa laughed as Han came in and welcomed him in Huttese.
“Hohohoho….. Welcome, Solo. Do you have my money?”
“I might. Would you accept New Republic credits?”
Despa laughed evilly. “What are those worth here? I need cold, hard cash. If I am not paid in a week, you’ll have an even bigger price on your head than my late-cousin put on you.”
Han put his famous grin on. “Well, that’s the trick, isn’t it? I’ll have your money. I’ll be back in a week.”
Despa threw up a hand. “Hold on, Solo. I have a job for you.”
“And what is that?”
“I need you to make a shuttle run to Kessel and pick up some unmarked crates.”
“What’s the pay?”
Despa laughed. “Half of what you owe. Then you’ll only have to pay 100,000 credits.”
Han grinned at the proposition. “Fine. Send me the coordinates and I’ll do it.”
Leia searched for her blaster frantically while Jaina clipped on her lightsaber.
“Jaina, I’m going to drop you off at the Temple and have Luke watch you.”
“Okay. Good luck finding dad. May the Force be with you.”
Han received the coordinates shortly after he returned to the Falcon. He keyed them in and made the jump into hyperspace. Since it only would take a few hours, he turned on the auto-pilot and looked around. The Falcon was long since repaired and was in the best condition yet. He glanced at the co-pilot’s chair and remembered about Chewie. He started to cry, still blaming himself for Chewie’s death. If only I could have helped him… but I abandoned him…
