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]

He's met her at a good age too: old enough to know what she does and doesn't want, mellowed enough to not sock him if he tries to kiss her when she isn't ready for it. And potentially screwed up for life thanks to Loki's touchy-feely idea of platonic friendship, but, can't win 'em all.

She watches with her arms folded loosely in front of her. It's not the defensive posture he's seen before, just a comfortable way to stand. Occasionally she interjects with a question or clarification about what he's doing, but mostly she's quiet and attentive.

Aaaand then he tells her there's no safety. Guess what isn't her idea of a good time anymore? "No safety? That doesn't seem like a good idea."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"It's lacking many of the features a larger gun has."

There's just not the space to build a restraining mechanism into a weapon that's so small. He senses her hesitation though, and thinks perhaps a substitution is in order.

"What about mine?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"I'm not going to deprive you of your favorite gun. But the one like it, maybe?" Because this one is being put back down very carefully. It's small and that's great, but she doesn't trust herself with weapons that could go off at any time like that.

It's a survival mechanism.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

You have to handle a holdout very carefully. To be able to carry it with any reasonable amount of security, it needs a custom holster, of which, Han has two and you have to pull on the trigger pretty hard to make it actually discharge; but, he could see how it would make a person not used to holding weapons uncomfortable.

"I ain't giving it to you, Ver." He assures, as he removes the gas and the power from the holdout. "Just offering to let you fire it."

[brave_heart_verity]

It seems like the sort of thing she needs to work her way up to.

"I..." She didn't mean it like that. She'd figured it was just to try out one time. Trying to explain that seems like it'd lead to conversational circles they'd rather avoid. "That would be nice, thank you."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Are you kidding, if there's one thing Han takes seriously, it's blasting things. Does he really seem like the kind of guy who would make fun of her handling his ... piece?

Besides. It's the next lightest weapon to the holdout in the vicinity.

"Grab your coat." He murmurs, as he goes off to grab his. "It's cold out."

[brave_heart_verity]

Walked right into that one, huh?

She doesn't expect he'll be teasing her, no. If nothing else, she doesn't think he'd get on her about it while she's got his gun, that's just asking for trouble with the wrong person.

"Mm-hmm." Yes, she remembers it's cold out, so she'll pull on her coat and a slouchy hat made of scraps of yarn from other projects. The reds and grays and blues all seem to work. She wonders if she should make him a hat...

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Han has shrugged into his heavy jacket. He's forgoing much of the rest of the cold weather gear, face coverings and the like, because he wants to be able to actually talk to her while they're out there. Sure it's cold, but it isn't Hoth cold out there.

When Verity seems to be appropriately covered, he will guide them to an access ladder that will lead them to the roof of the ship. He also will go first up the ladder because the door at the top is a little heavy. The Captain himself, grunting at the effort it takes to release the locking mechanism and slide the thing open.

[brave_heart_verity]

It's cold, but they don't have to stay out in the cold for long. Ver waits at the bottom of the ladder until he's got the door open and is through before following him up. There's a moment's pause between reaching the top and climbing out while she gets a look at the lay of the land. A tumble up here might end up with her falling completely off the ship, and that is not her idea of a good time.

At least it isn't snowing at the moment; they've got a clear view and a good chance of enough warning of a weather shift to get back inside.

"This is a great view."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It's true. If you fall off of the Millenium Falcon, you're gonna have a bad time. It's pretty massive though. Not like standing on a star fighter that's meant for one.

Han offers his hand to help her up. "It is." He says with a faint smile.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Thank you." She'll take his hand and the offered help gratefully. "You must get to see so many amazing things from here."

Not that the Nexus is without wonder, but. "And you're never homesick because it's right here with you."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Well, more often inside the ship then out of it, but yeah." He says thoughtfully. "I've seen more then I could have imagined when I first dreamed of flying."

There's no part of this ship that Han doesn't feel completely at ease with. It someways it feels like a very extension of the man himself. He knows every noise that it should (and shouldn't) be making. He knows where every secret compartment is. It's not really an exaggeration to say his ship means everything to him.

Considering all that, 'home' feels like a pretty apt descriptor. He doesn't really say anything to that, but he nods, with perhaps a touch of emotion in his eyes.

[brave_heart_verity]

"You're lucky."

She won't press. He's got feels, and she can see that, and will let him feel then with however much of her companionship he needs. Meanwhile, she'll look around again, studying the topography of the ship and trying to mentally match it to what she's seen inside.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I guess I am."

He's only off in melancholy for a moment or two. There's never that much time for deep introspection and that's probably a good thing for him. He's very much a person who has to keep moving.

Oh, probably should let go of her hand now too, huh? She's not really in any need of being helped up anymore.

It's just as well, the reason they're here is to take some shots, after all. Removing the stability strap, he unholsters his beloved DL-44. He hands it over to her, barrel down, with the safety on.

"Tell me about what shooting with Samus is like."

[brave_heart_verity]

He can hold her hand for as long as he needs. It's a good use for her hands, better than most she can find for them.

She takes the blaster and double-checks the safety before considering the question. It's a good question and a fair one. "Samus is... she's willing to work with me as long as I'm putting in the effort. But she has no patience for people who aren't willing to work as hard as they can to keep up with her. She's careful to show me how to do things safely, but after that, if I fall on my ass it's my own fault. But she usually doesn't laugh to my face."

That doesn't paint her friend in the best light, does it?

"I think she likes having company on the runs, and she's always been considerate of the other people with her. She makes sure I'm taking care of my health, eating right, that sort of thing too."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

He meant more in terms of what specifically she taught her how to shoot, but, he doesn't mind hearing about the other stuff. In fact, it's actually nice to hear her talk about herself directly, she tends not to do that, he's noticed.

"I just don't want to contradict her if she's got a method she wants to show you." He says with a shrug. "We might have different ideas on to teach."

[brave_heart_verity]

There's not much to say. Nobody sticks around when they find out what she's really like, and they don't believe her if she tries to warn them. So why tell them?

"Oh." That's a slightly different question. "I think the method is 'hit something without falling over' mostly. 'Don't get hit without falling over' too. And if you teach me something she thinks is a bad habit, don't worry, I won't tell where I picked it up."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Fair enough." He says with a nod of the head and a slight smile. "So me your stance and I'll tell you what I think then."

I feel like there needs to be a Charlie's Angels reference here.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Straight to the criticism? And here I thought you liked me," she teases. But she'll also oblige, taking a step away from him before settling into a decent stance for firing 21st-century guns. Solid, steady, and expecting a fair bit of recoil--and yes, she knows how to hold a gun so it doesn't end up smacking her in the face. The safety is still on, but she's still being careful to not actually aim at anything.

Bwhahaha. Han's Angels.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I am criticizing because I like you."

Which is the truth, because he has extended kindness to her that he wouldn't have shown to others. Wouldn't have told anyone else around here how to get on his ship if he wasn't there, for sure. Probably wouldn't offer up his gun to anyone else, either. The offer of a trip to see his universe.

"So, the natural instinct that everyone has is to tense up your shoulders." He murmurs, pressing against them lightly with his ungloved hands. "Keep them down and relaxed. I think it's something pretty much everybody has to train themselves not to do.

You know Chewie's going to be the one in the middle.

[brave_heart_verity]

The reassurance gets a smile and a pleased little hum. She's aware of how kind he's been, and hopes she's been able to do a little to repay him.

She gives a little nod, takes a deep breath, and relaxes when she lets it out again. Her shoulders drop and relax, not as much as they might, but it's improvement. The touch is making her very aware of that place, which always makes it harder to relax. "How do you relax when people are trying to kill you?"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Han doesn't linger on her shoulders for too long. Just enough to make the emphasis. On some level he seems to realize his touch puts her on edge, which is decidedly counterproductive to relaxing.

"You practice all the time." He says from behind her back, looking over her form still. "Then you hope that muscle memory is on your side when you're in a real gunfight."

"The blaster wont kick hardly at all, so, that makes it a little easier than firing something like a bowcaster."

[brave_heart_verity]

It's like muscle memory: she's spent so long not wanting to be touched or looked at by anyone, she doesn't know how to properly enjoy it from people she likes without practice.

"Practice makes perfect?" Why not? Sometimes it's true. She takes another breath and lowers her shoulders further. "Less of a kick is a decided improvement over the guns back home. Is it loud?"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Loud enough to let someone know they've been fired." He says with a shrug of noncommitment. He's not really sure what he can equate it to. "We have silencers for some jobs, so, to a degree."

He purses his lips in a thoughtful line, looking down the length of her arms and trying to see where she's going to fire. "What are you aiming at?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"But I don't need to worry about it deafening me? Another improvement." Being from a world where the weapons average people had access to never really got beyond 'throw shit at each other really hard', it's maybe not hard to impress her with these things.

"Nothing. Just a blank space. I suppose we could go use that horrid sign as a target, but that would require looking at it."