Han might be the Captain of this ship, but he hardly feels in charge. Definitely not comfortable enough with the terrain of his Son's thoughts and emotions enough to feel like navigate through them. He'd feel far more comfortable trying to skirt through The Maw.
The one and only encounter he'd ever had with a Sith practitioner had been horrifying. Solo became very keenly aware on that day exactly how defenseless he was against someone who wanted to use the force to hurt him. He survived the experience only because he was durable and improbably lucky. That and ... well, he had friends who cared about him.
Burning skies what he wouldn't give to be at the side of Luke and Leia. The three of them together? It just seemed like nothing could stop them when they were all working toward the same goal.
Anyway, he wasn't keen to repeat having the dark side used on him again. There was something tragic in the fact that he had to worry about it coming from his own son. Time. Distance. They were both factors that tended to make everything better. He could only hope that a little of both away from the First Order would change Ben Solo for the better.
So no. He won't have to worry about his Father insisting he do anything. Not right now, anyway.
It's also far trickier to land in the hangar of a freighter than it is to land on a planet. Not a good idea for that to be anyone's first attempt. He only just got his ship back and he wants it to stay in one piece, okay?
While his son is meditating, Han's time is spent in the cockpit of his old YT-1300 with Chewbacca at. They have to figure out safe approach speeds. Proper trajectories for landing. There's the possibility they may even have to figure out a way to open the hangar door first if someone closed it after they left.
Han puts the headset on and tries to hail any survivors as the Falcon approaches the much larger freighter. Nothing but static on all the open short range comm signals. Something in Han's gut tells him that nobody survived before his son even confirmed as much.
They land cleanly. There's a whole mess of blood and ichor in multiple colors painted on the deck, but no bodies that the Captain can see.
"Chewie will you see if you can get access to the Eravana's control's remotely?" He says with a thoughtful frown on his face. Closing the bay door and repressurizing the other ship before they tried to walk into it was going to work out much better for the three of them. Obviously.
Having to do it manually in a space suit would be a huge pain in the ass.
When the voice of Ben Solo is heard again, Han's frown softens just a bit. Even though he's essentially told him that everything on board is likely to be dead. He finds himself thinking the vest look is good on the kid too, briefly.
"I want to sweep through the ship when we get on board. If everything is dead, we're just looking for things that we can still use. Weapons, supplies and valuables. If it's possible to land the Eravana and liquidate it on the nearest planet, we will. If we can't, we leave it behind."
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The one and only encounter he'd ever had with a Sith practitioner had been horrifying. Solo became very keenly aware on that day exactly how defenseless he was against someone who wanted to use the force to hurt him. He survived the experience only because he was durable and improbably lucky. That and ... well, he had friends who cared about him.
Burning skies what he wouldn't give to be at the side of Luke and Leia. The three of them together? It just seemed like nothing could stop them when they were all working toward the same goal.Anyway, he wasn't keen to repeat having the dark side used on him again. There was something tragic in the fact that he had to worry about it coming from his own son. Time. Distance. They were both factors that tended to make everything better. He could only hope that a little of both away from the First Order would change Ben Solo for the better.
So no. He won't have to worry about his Father insisting he do anything. Not right now, anyway.
It's also far trickier to land in the hangar of a freighter than it is to land on a planet. Not a good idea for that to be anyone's first attempt.
He only just got his ship back and he wants it to stay in one piece, okay?While his son is meditating, Han's time is spent in the cockpit of his old YT-1300 with Chewbacca at. They have to figure out safe approach speeds. Proper trajectories for landing. There's the possibility they may even have to figure out a way to open the hangar door first if someone closed it after they left.
Han puts the headset on and tries to hail any survivors as the Falcon approaches the much larger freighter. Nothing but static on all the open short range comm signals. Something in Han's gut tells him that nobody survived before his son even confirmed as much.
They land cleanly. There's a whole mess of blood and ichor in multiple colors painted on the deck, but no bodies that the Captain can see.
"Chewie will you see if you can get access to the Eravana's control's remotely?" He says with a thoughtful frown on his face. Closing the bay door and repressurizing the other ship before they tried to walk into it was going to work out much better for the three of them. Obviously.
Having to do it manually in a space suit would be a huge pain in the ass.
When the voice of Ben Solo is heard again, Han's frown softens just a bit. Even though he's essentially told him that everything on board is likely to be dead. He finds himself thinking the vest look is good on the kid too, briefly.
"I want to sweep through the ship when we get on board. If everything is dead, we're just looking for things that we can still use. Weapons, supplies and valuables. If it's possible to land the Eravana and liquidate it on the nearest planet, we will. If we can't, we leave it behind."
It's a straightforward enough plan.