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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[brother_alone]

"I bet." Josh pulls out his phone and opens it to his gallery before handing it over to Han.

"Swipe your finger across the screen to get em to move....That's where I'm from."

Canada's a pretty great palce until the monsters show up.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Oh Josh. You're about to blow his damn mind with this smartphone. Considering himself a tech savvy person, where he's from, he immediately wants to know more about what this is. Doubly so when he starts to notice that everyone around here has them. It's the idea of everything control by touch that's really going to throw him from understanding how it works better. His world is pretty analog.

After the inital, what the fuck is this, moment. He doesn't what he's commanded. Swipe and there's a picture. Swipe and there's another picture. Congrats. Han now assumes that everyone has a picture frame in their pocket.

"It looks cold there." He muses. "And open. Undeveloped. Reminds me of Hoth."

[brother_alone]

"Nah, that's supposed to be empty. I'm from a city about a couple hours away from the mountain. Google Alberta if--" Did he just tell Han Solo to Google something? What even is his life.

"Nevermind. Point is, there's cities too. I just preferred the lodge...until recently, I guess. The planet had all kinds of terrain though. Mountains, deserts, oceans, jungles. Crazy diverse place. It'd blow your mind, man." A pause, thoughtful and conversational.

"No sentient robots though yet. Droids. Whatever. Just people."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Yeah. He gives him a slightly less sideways look about being told to google something, then he did about being called bro, but still. He's giving you that weird look again. At least it's not because he thinks your crazy, though. He just thinks you're weird.

As for Earth? Han has no equiveilent to it in his galaxy and dropping in there would be an even bigger culture shock than arriving at the nexus. At least there's some things in this place he can recognize. On earth, not so much. Especially the earth of 2016.

"You're better off without droids. They don't know when to stop talking. Especially protocol ones, ironically."

[brother_alone]

"Well, plug your ears then. There's plenty around here." Not too many, but there are a few droids hanging around the commercial district. There's also straight up robot people and creatures of all shapes and sizes trading knick knacks, services, and goods.

Just like home.

Best not to ask about the tiny goblinoid creature selling nuclear powered toasters over there in the corner though. Radiation poisoning, you know how it is.

"Here we are." It's such a sudden shift, too. walking along the Nexus, turn a corner and BAM. Stores and stalls everywhere. Josh shrinks into himself a bit now that they're here though. He doesn't like this place very much. Too difficult to tell what's real and what isn't.

"Anything else I can help ya with, bro?"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Jesus.

He hasn't had much experience with the nexus being extremely nexus-y yet, so the sudden appearence of a marketplace literally out of nowhere kind of stuns him for a second. His jaw slacked and his mouth hangs half open for a sec, looking as confused and awed as he feels for a moment, before he catches himself. It's so not cool to look confused and awed.

"Yeah, you can tell me what bro means."

[brother_alone]

Josh smiles at that. Really smiles.

"Friend, pal, brother. It's a term of masculine friendliness where I'm from."

Not everyone can say they've called Han Solo their bro and meant it literally. Then again, around here is hard to tell who even knows that's something to be proud of.

"I'm usually slumming it sounds the Parks district, so you know where to find me if you need anything. Directions, you know. " Shrug.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Well, being that Han Solo is frequently a stranger in a strange land, he can certainly respect that answer. It still sounds foolish as hell to him, but whatever, right? Some of the things he does around here are bound to seem weird to others.

Will his companion accept the (relatively) universal sign of friendship that is the handshake? It's a little more Han's style than calling someone 'bro'.

"Good to meet you, Josh. Thanks for showing me the way."

That is a good book

[brother_alone]

Hello, duh.

Getting to shake Han's hand is better than sex in some nerd circles. Josh doesn't belong to those, but the thought makes him smile all the same. His best friend is going to lose his mind when he hears about this. Josh's grip isn't as strong as it used to be, but the whole nearly dying and freezing to death in some mine really doesn't do wonders for your body.

"Yeah, anytime man. I'm not exactly going anywhere. Good luck fueling up. I'm gonna go scrounge up some food and head back to my shack." Shack is a generous term for what is effectively a wind break with a fire pit, but hey. Josh is doing alright.

I'm Sci-Fi and Old School, thanx.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Alright is certainly subjective. Suffice to say a place to hide from the wind and a fire wouldn't be enough for Han, but, he doesn't have to live in Josh's shoes. Damn.

"I think it's gonna be a process, but yeah. Gonna start with figuring if they have what I need and how much they want for it." Han murmurs, more to himself at this point than to his youthful guide. "I'll see ya."

As for his handshake being better than sex, well, he'd probably try to gently get the parties involved to realize they're probably doing the sex wrong.