At this point in Captain Solo's life, he's seen the force so often that he can't deny it's power anymore. He saw the dark side in the form of the threatening presence of Darth Vader and has seen the light side represented by the luminous presence of Luke Skywalker. This was the way in manifested when he found himself swept up in the galactic war. The way he'd seen it, then.
Light side or dark side. Good or Evil.
For a long time, that was how he believe that it worked. And yet, he knew so well that people could rarely be portrayed in such extremes. Like him. Not a good man or a bad man, per se. Not light or dark.
He can feel when things are going wrong. It was always an icy feeling, like dread in his gut. He felt it now. Getting deeper and colder as his son grew near. He heard his son cry out. Felt his pain not through the power of the force, but with empathy. It could be the end of him.
The burn of lightsaber would probably hurt for a moment. Maybe it would even remind him of the heating elements he'd been shoved face first into on Besbin. That pain that transcended beyond the nerves that felt it and stunned you mentally as well. Then whatever was beyond. He swears he almost feels it coming, till that saber hit shaped like a cross goes flying at his partner.
Best in Chewie's hands, whose Wookiee strength could crush it before Ben might reach for it again - with the force or with an outstretched hand.
"Ben." Han says, oddly calm for how much worry he feels right now. "Kid, stay with us. We're gonna get you out of here."
It's all he can think to do. All that he feels like he can do right now. Han's hands fly over the controls on the right side of the ship, particularly in the region of the Navcom. His partner needs no words from the Captain to know what he's up to. They're jumping into lightspeed upon take off. Likely through a barrage of laser fire.
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Date: 2016-08-20 01:33 pm (UTC)Light side or dark side. Good or Evil.
For a long time, that was how he believe that it worked. And yet, he knew so well that people could rarely be portrayed in such extremes. Like him. Not a good man or a bad man, per se. Not light or dark.
He can feel when things are going wrong. It was always an icy feeling, like dread in his gut. He felt it now. Getting deeper and colder as his son grew near. He heard his son cry out. Felt his pain not through the power of the force, but with empathy. It could be the end of him.
The burn of lightsaber would probably hurt for a moment. Maybe it would even remind him of the heating elements he'd been shoved face first into on Besbin. That pain that transcended beyond the nerves that felt it and stunned you mentally as well. Then whatever was beyond. He swears he almost feels it coming, till that saber hit shaped like a cross goes flying at his partner.
Best in Chewie's hands, whose Wookiee strength could crush it before Ben might reach for it again - with the force or with an outstretched hand.
"Ben." Han says, oddly calm for how much worry he feels right now. "Kid, stay with us. We're gonna get you out of here."
It's all he can think to do. All that he feels like he can do right now. Han's hands fly over the controls on the right side of the ship, particularly in the region of the Navcom. His partner needs no words from the Captain to know what he's up to. They're jumping into lightspeed upon take off. Likely through a barrage of laser fire.