Anxious Smuggler's Arrival ...

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Han awakes with a start when the Millennium Falcon makes the familiar groans that the old YT-1300 tends to make when it drops out of light speed. As if the metal and the collective components that made up his beloved ship could somehow be catching it's breath.

Rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, the pilot peers at the planet-scape before him. He can't put his finger on it, but right away, this place doesn't feel like anywhere Han had ever been before. It looks unassuming enough, but it definitely doesn't resemble Kashyyyk, which is where he was supposed to be headed.

Before he can even begin to look down at the navigation panel and confirm that he didn't make an error calculating his jump, he hears a low pitch chime. A chime that tells him that this place that he's in, wherever it is, is uncharted in the Falcon's navi-computer. Which is slightly unsettling because if there's one thing he doesn't sacrifice on this ship, it's the navigation. He updates his system frequently and honestly, prides himself on the detail and complexities of his maps.

Followed slightly after the 'uncharted space' ding comes another chime that he's not happy to hear. It's the one that indicates 'low fuel'. This time Han is the one groaning as sets his communications instruments to scan for open signals. He's gonna have to land here. And he doesn't know a thing about this place.

It should be a matter of seconds before they find a channel or the planet's own airspace comm hails him. A good thirty seconds pass and nothing. Then a full minute.

His lip reflexively starts to curl into a frown. 'Is this place uninhabited?' He wonders. Han's not sure that he has enough fuel to jump somewhere else because he has no idea where he actually is, but that would be his preference right about now.

Shit.

As the Falcon starts to drift closer to the planet, he can see terrain and water. It looks like a planet that can sustain life. That's something good, at least, but his empty stomach starts to churn with worry all the same. He wishes Chewie was here. Not that the wookie could do anything to make the situation any better, but, at least he wouldn't be ... you know, alone.

As the ship lowers into the planet's gravity, the pilot looks on desperately for civilization at least. Having to land on a planet and then needing to discover and refine your own fuel, by yourself, would be a nightmare. When he starts to see buildings and something of a city, he breathes a sigh of moderate relief.

He gets the ship on terra, a mile or two away from the outskirts of this place. With no means to hide his ship, he has to trust that it will be relatively safe here for the time being.

He grabs a breathing mask, fits it to his face, and with blaster in hand, leaves the Falcon behind.

He starts into town toward the forum, the centralized area and hopefully a marketplace, where he sees other figures lurking about.

((Hi everyone. New here. Have a Star Wars muse? He's been lurking at some dressing rooms, but we're looking for a regular place to play. Anyone's welcome to tag him.))

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[hellburger]

Miller turns to look at the newcomer. His hands are raised in surrender, but he still doesn't look very alarmed. Between the anti-violence field and what he's seen of how accurate those blasters tend to be, he feels pretty safe.

"This is your ship, huh?" he asks, mostly out of formality. "Pretty impressive."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Stupid anti-violence mumbo jumbo. Even if he'd remembered about it, which he doesn't, it still wouldn't erase the years of habit and muscle memory of reaching for the blaster.

"Yeah." He says with a huff. "Welcome aboard. How can I help you, pal?"

[hellburger]

"For starters, you can lower that weapon. It's not gonna do you much good here." He waves a hand dismissively.

"After that? Hmm ... we could exchange a little info. You're a new arrival, right?" He claps a hand on a wall panel. "Certainly haven't seen this baby around here before."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

When someone has to tell him to put his blaster away, even or perhaps especially when they're right, it just makes him want to keep it out that much more. If only to be contrary. He's grumping internally as he puts it away and because it's Han we're talking about, the look on his face emotes perfectly what he's feeling.

"I arrived earlier today." Han confirms. Not especially keen on giving up information about himself, but it would be easy enough for anyone to tell that. Especially with him not having hidden the falcon.

"What about you. You been here a while?"

[hellburger]

"In that case, welcome!" He says with a smile before crossing his arms. "By my estimate, I've been here stuck here ... two months? Time is a little hard to track."

He paces slowly across the lounge, head swiveling as he continues to take in the ships technology. "Tell me a little about your ride! Don't have anything quite like this where I come from."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Oh, you just earned yourself some major points taking interest in his ship. Just. Don't take too much interest or he'll think you're trying to case it.

"The Millenium Falcon fastest ship in the galaxy. ... or, my galaxy, I suppose. YT-1300 model. Corellian made. She can get into hyperspace and I've pushed her up to point five passed light speed, after a few modifications I made myself." Eventually able to make the kessel run in twelve parsecs! It just hasn't happened yet.

"Are you from one of the places that doesn't space travel much, yet?"

[hellburger]

Miller nods at the provided specs, even if he doesn't know what all of them mean. (Well, he can at least picture the blurred lines of hyperspace, if the movie's to be believed.)

"We only just got ourselves to the moon a little over a decade ago," he laughs and scratches the back of his head, "and we thought that was quite the feat." It's probably telling that he calls it THE moon, as if there are any others worth talking about.

"You fly this thing by yourself? Or do you have a crew?"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I can fly it all by myself." It's just pretty difficult to do that and if everything doesn't go exactly as he expects, he can be pretty well screwed.

"Better off with at least one other person, though."

[aw_hawkguy]

((Remember, Kaz, Han's got a great record for accuracy when it comes to shooting people at point-blank range. Under tables, even.))

[twelve_not_fourteen]

((Thats just hurtful, man.))

[aw_hawkguy]

((I'm just saying, Kaz shouldn't be sanguine about Han's aim just because Stormtroopers can't hit a barn from inside it.))

[twelve_not_fourteen]

((Oh, I thought this was anti-solo snark. Carry on. XD))