Han is a good man to be on the run with. He'd lived under and changed aliases often enough that he knew exactly how to do it for his son. Depending on how badly the kid wanted to disappear, he could probably keep him from ever being recognized by anyone apart from Leia, Luke and unfortunately Snoke.
The things surgical droids could do in his day to change identifying features was pretty impressive. It could only be better and more elaborate now.
But a lot of keeping Ben Solo protected was going to come from a combination of what Captain Solo can teach him about how an experienced swindler does it and what the young man has learned over the years to defend himself.
His father will do everything in his power to keep him safe, but there was something going on with him too. He'd been ignoring the signs for a while, but the three-way conversation he had with Bala-Tik and Tasu Leech had made it painfully obvious. He was losing his edge. Tired and old, they called him. Too old to be trying to get back to the smuggling game now and being 'the most famous (and recognizable) smuggler in the galaxy' closed a lot more doors than it opened. It was going to be a complicated problem to unravel.
Anyway, it had been picked up by the old man that his son didn't seem to make eye contact with him much. It makes a man look guilty and he's half tempted to ask Ben what he's afraid to see in his eyes, but he doesn't. In those eyes is worry - because how can he not feel that way with his son so precariously teetering between the light and the dark. In those eyes is uncertainty - because his whole damn world had been turned upside over the last few days and frankly he's still trying to sort it all out.
There's love there too. Genuine happiness, which, by the way isn't something Han feels very often. He's got his son with him. That's been the thing he's wanted the most for a very long time. Makes the rest of it all seem less ... bothersome.
"I love you, kid." He begins with his answer. "There's a lot I want to get you up to speed on, but here with me is exactly where I want you to be."
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Date: 2016-07-02 03:31 am (UTC)The things surgical droids could do in his day to change identifying features was pretty impressive. It could only be better and more elaborate now.But a lot of keeping Ben Solo protected was going to come from a combination of what Captain Solo can teach him about how an experienced swindler does it and what the young man has learned over the years to defend himself.
His father will do everything in his power to keep him safe, but there was something going on with him too. He'd been ignoring the signs for a while, but the three-way conversation he had with Bala-Tik and Tasu Leech had made it painfully obvious. He was losing his edge. Tired and old, they called him. Too old to be trying to get back to the smuggling game now and being 'the most famous (and recognizable) smuggler in the galaxy' closed a lot more doors than it opened. It was going to be a complicated problem to unravel.
Anyway, it had been picked up by the old man that his son didn't seem to make eye contact with him much. It makes a man look guilty and he's half tempted to ask Ben what he's afraid to see in his eyes, but he doesn't. In those eyes is worry - because how can he not feel that way with his son so precariously teetering between the light and the dark. In those eyes is uncertainty - because his whole damn world had been turned upside over the last few days and frankly he's still trying to sort it all out.
There's love there too. Genuine happiness, which, by the way isn't something Han feels very often. He's got his son with him. That's been the thing he's wanted the most for a very long time. Makes the rest of it all seem less ... bothersome.
"I love you, kid." He begins with his answer. "There's a lot I want to get you up to speed on, but here with me is exactly where I want you to be."