Write A Short Story Han When They All Just Went Away

With that in tow, Han felt worse. Admittedly, things were looking a little bleak on his end but what else could he do? The reality was that he had put up a front again — and look where it got him.

Inhaling deeply, Han decided to go with his proven, most effective method in communicating with anyone: get straight to the point, be blunt and be unambiguous as possible. Never once had it been a difficult concept for Han; at the same time, Han never once met someone like Luke Skywalker before.

“So, what do you think I ship when I say exotic goods?” Han asked and quickly dodged the inquiring gaze Luke instantly slanted him in response. Instead, he continued to watch his daughter struggle to up climb a set of bars whereas Snutch had already scrambled at the top, howling softly to encourage her endeavor upward.

It hadn’t been his first choice as a profession. All Han had known at the time was that it got him an abundance of credits and it put food in his daughter’s

It all depended on one’s point of view. Some would say that description just about nailed the category of it, and what frustrated Han the most was that it was the truth, and it he would prove it if had Luke asked him.

Han caught the look Luke gave him, a prolonged, pleading expression that implored for clarity as well as reassurance. The clear cut emotion was enough for him to put his anger to rest. Han slouched further in his chair and hoped his lack of underwear wouldn’t be giving anyone a nice view with how his pants rode up in consequence.

Yeah, it _would be just his luck to be ticketed for public indecency. Because some nova happy parent across the way was unable to stop ogling at him. To top it off, he would get to lose Luke some way in the process.

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