[ 'We should dump Kylo Ren off in an asteroid belt,' Finn's voice echoes as she leaves the cock pit. Han's angry rebuttal comes. It appears this is officially marked a touchy subject. But Finn knows what Kylo is capable of-- he's certain everyone else in this ship is underestimating his cruelty and ruthlessness.
Chewie greets her with a trill, as she comes closer he'll look her over for injuries or blemishes. Wanting to know if anything was done to her. They all heard the rumors of Kylo's brand of torture, after all. What he was capable of. Chewie hasn't underestimated him at all.
The air should be light and jubilant. Victory capped off with an exploding death machine-- but instead the tension is thick. It's not because of Han's yelling match with Finn or the way Chewbacca has to be a sentry, but it's in the quality of it all. The unspoken reasoning behind the defensiveness, the fact that he hadn't brought up his son or the being connected to another Force user on such a personal level. To all of it. And Han and Chewie both know it.
And part of Han. A big part of Han contemplates running. Finding the furthest reaches of the galaxy and trying to get his son a new life or volunteering to disappear to the fringes, at least until Kylo Ren is more legend than reality. Until the name is dust and Ben Solo could live again.
But it's not as simple as that. Anxiety burns in his gut at the thought on bringing his own son to chains, but what other choice did he have?
And the ultimate reason for Han's tension-- Why had his son chose this in the first place? Why was he drowned in blackness, hid his face? Destroyed his identity? And what did it have to do with Luke's disappearance?
Questions he could put off for years, write off as things he could never solve, were real now. He should be back there. With his son. Petting his hair, fretting over him, trying to see how many inches he'd grown and the moles which marked his face. See how he transformed from a gawky kid into the man he was today. But he can't do it. He's still a coward.
He can only hope Leia won't look upon them both with failure on her mind.
Kylo moans, his enforced sleep isn't a peaceful one. His body fighting the drugs, and only given temporary reprieve from Snoke's prying mind-- funnily enough when Rey comes closer his mind is calmed. His fighting is less and he dreams of an ocean. Chewie makes a sound, noting the effect-- not quite understanding it.
This was going to be a rough ride. The Resistance had no idea what it was in for ]
yea u do you're forcing me to write Han and Chewie instead of Kylo. BOBA. FETT.
Chewie greets her with a trill, as she comes closer he'll look her over for injuries or blemishes. Wanting to know if anything was done to her. They all heard the rumors of Kylo's brand of torture, after all. What he was capable of. Chewie hasn't underestimated him at all.
The air should be light and jubilant. Victory capped off with an exploding death machine-- but instead the tension is thick. It's not because of Han's yelling match with Finn or the way Chewbacca has to be a sentry, but it's in the quality of it all. The unspoken reasoning behind the defensiveness, the fact that he hadn't brought up his son or the being connected to another Force user on such a personal level. To all of it. And Han and Chewie both know it.
And part of Han. A big part of Han contemplates running. Finding the furthest reaches of the galaxy and trying to get his son a new life or volunteering to disappear to the fringes, at least until Kylo Ren is more legend than reality. Until the name is dust and Ben Solo could live again.
But it's not as simple as that. Anxiety burns in his gut at the thought on bringing his own son to chains, but what other choice did he have?
And the ultimate reason for Han's tension-- Why had his son chose this in the first place? Why was he drowned in blackness, hid his face? Destroyed his identity? And what did it have to do with Luke's disappearance?
Questions he could put off for years, write off as things he could never solve, were real now. He should be back there. With his son. Petting his hair, fretting over him, trying to see how many inches he'd grown and the moles which marked his face. See how he transformed from a gawky kid into the man he was today. But he can't do it. He's still a coward.
He can only hope Leia won't look upon them both with failure on her mind.
Kylo moans, his enforced sleep isn't a peaceful one. His body fighting the drugs, and only given temporary reprieve from Snoke's prying mind-- funnily enough when Rey comes closer his mind is calmed. His fighting is less and he dreams of an ocean. Chewie makes a sound, noting the effect-- not quite understanding it.
This was going to be a rough ride. The Resistance had no idea what it was in for ]