fulfilling a promised lesson on the fine art of blasting things ...

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Walking back to the Millennium Falcon through the Nexus has gotten a little bit easier each time.  The first time, it took him more than an hour to get back despite the fact that his ship has always been parked about a thousand yards away from a path that leads to the forum.  The shiftable nature of this place makes no walk to and from anywhere as straightforward as it seems, but you can get used to it.

 

For a while, he cleans up the areas that he thinks both he and Verity are likely to be in for a while - the cockpit and the lounge especially, but also near the entry ramp and the living quarters.

 

He did promise lessons on how to fly and in due course, he will get her into the sky with him ... but he's still doesn't have a ton of fuel yet and the priority was always teaching her how to use the blasters.  So he's pulled four weapons out of the storage lockers, completely disassembled them and cleaned them.  He also discharges all, but one, of the plasma magazines.

 

They get placed them on top of the holochess board, which, sadly, is among one of the biggest flat surfaces available to him on the YT-1300 and then, he takes a shower and slips into a light weight pair of pants.  It seems to take a long time for him to drift off in the small bunk that he's claimed for himself.  The sound of the winter wind skips across the surface of his ship and makes a low howling sort of sound.

 

This is one of the reasons it's always preferable to put your ship in a proper hanger, but, when you're Han Solo, you work with what you got.  After a few hours he wakes up, not knowing what time it is, until he opens the entry ramp and looks outside.

 

It seems too early for her to arrive.  The sun hasn't even reached the apex of it's path yet, so he decides to lay back down.  Leaving the ramp down for her to facilitate her letting herself in. 

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[brave_heart_verity]

Verity always tries to set out for wherever she's going with plenty of time to spare. The Nexus is built on shifting sands, and if that's not the problem, there's usually someone in need of directions to shelter or help to find their way. This is one time her curse is helpful: the illusions and mirages hold no sway over her. So she gets to the Falcon with time to spare. Time to stop and wonder why the ramp is down when there's no sight or sound of Han.

"Han?" She waits outside for a few minutes, straining to hear him. There are no sounds of anyone moving around inside, but better safe than sorry: first she sets the basket of goodies down, then she pulls a thin strand of metal out of the braids restraining her hair and gives it a snap. Just in case. An unnecessary gesture but one Samus would be proud of. "Oh captain, my captain..."

Would it surprise Han that her search is both quiet and methodical? The former, and also the latter, are how she finds him; although how she finds him is a surprise. But, well, space captain. What care would he have for local solar cycles? She's tempted to leave him be. She's not sure he'd appreciate that... or being woken up... or her having found him like this.

Might as well bite the bullet. Will a gentle shake to his shoulder be enough to wake him?