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nexus_sages2016-06-18 09:28 pm
twelve_not_fourteen) wrote in nexus_sages2016-06-18 09:28 pm
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Chatter with the scruffy one?
The Nexus' resident scoundrel is never particularly happy when things are stagnant. Han's been hustling in some capacity, since he was old enough to walk and talk, so it's not as if he's used to having copious amounts of 'spare time'. He's not sure he would describe his existence in the Nexus as that, but it was far more like it than what he was used to. And in general a life on terra firma, all the time, isn't to his taste.
There's been good in his time. He wouldn't try to deny as much. But there's also been bad and even some ugly.
Somehow, he manages to endure. Even when the odds where against him to do just that, there were friends to help him along.
What has become clear is that trying to assemble a lot of money at once and by his supplies en mass hasn't been going all that well. Rather than continuing the same approach again that didn't work before, it seemed like the better course to try something else for a while. Damn if he knew what it was that he should do, though. Perhaps study up on the local machinery and put his steady hands to work fixing things in exchange for a wage. Kryff. Maybe he should go back to stealing.
For now, those are the thoughts that tend to shuffle through his head - man, I've been here for a 'long time' and how am I gonna ever get the money I need to fix this ship. Occasionally they're broken up with the stray thoughts of an attraction that seemed pretty unlikely at first. Those thoughts make him smile when he has them, despite his nature ...
The body of Han Solo is much more defined than the mind. It can be seen sitting on the lowered ramp of a YT-1300. He is nursing a pale ale from a glass bottle and watching the sunset disappear behind buildings in the forum.
If you should find yourself drawn to him for a conversation he'll ask you this, "do you think you'll ever have it all figured out? Is it possible to have all of you 'ducks in a row' as the saying goes?" Then he'll flash a lopsided grin, and shake his head. "Forget all of that. How bout a beer instead?"
There's been good in his time. He wouldn't try to deny as much. But there's also been bad and even some ugly.
Somehow, he manages to endure. Even when the odds where against him to do just that, there were friends to help him along.
What has become clear is that trying to assemble a lot of money at once and by his supplies en mass hasn't been going all that well. Rather than continuing the same approach again that didn't work before, it seemed like the better course to try something else for a while. Damn if he knew what it was that he should do, though. Perhaps study up on the local machinery and put his steady hands to work fixing things in exchange for a wage. Kryff. Maybe he should go back to stealing.
For now, those are the thoughts that tend to shuffle through his head - man, I've been here for a 'long time' and how am I gonna ever get the money I need to fix this ship. Occasionally they're broken up with the stray thoughts of an attraction that seemed pretty unlikely at first. Those thoughts make him smile when he has them, despite his nature ...
The body of Han Solo is much more defined than the mind. It can be seen sitting on the lowered ramp of a YT-1300. He is nursing a pale ale from a glass bottle and watching the sunset disappear behind buildings in the forum.
If you should find yourself drawn to him for a conversation he'll ask you this, "do you think you'll ever have it all figured out? Is it possible to have all of you 'ducks in a row' as the saying goes?" Then he'll flash a lopsided grin, and shake his head. "Forget all of that. How bout a beer instead?"
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And there is something very interesting about the silhouette of Han sitting on the lowered ramp.
Hunter is a pretty easy person to draw into a conversation. Spending time in the Nexus has been a good experience for him. Hunter doesn't even hide his features when he is out and about anymore.
"I have found that usually when you think things are figure out... life throws you an unexpected curveball."
Hunter grins slightly. "But a beer also sounds good."
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"A fair point." He says with a bob of his head. One that Han himself noticed long before now, but life has that way of lulling you into thinking you can predict it reliably. Then you get surprised when you remember, 'oh yeah, I can't'. At least, that's how it seems to go for Han.
Out of a six-pack of glass bottles with strange looking characters printed on the labels, he produces refreshment. Han takes a second to remove the cap effortlessly with a calloused palm and then, offers the beverage over to his tatted companion.
"Ever seen a ship like this before?" He murmurs, making conversation. He presumes, rightly or wrongly, that Hunter has not and that's why his Millenium Falcon has drawn the man's attention.
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Hunter takes the glass bottle with a nod of thanks.
"No. Never. It is amazing."
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"No better combination of ship and pilot where I come from." Han pats the more than half century old metal of the ship fondly with his free hand while he makes his assertion. If it sounds like a bold claim, it is, but it's one Han stands behind.
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"Well I ought to be able to change your mind about that by the time you finish your drink." He murmurs offering the guy his hand for a shake. As far as he can tell, that's a pretty standard greeting. "I'm Han Solo. The ship is the Millennium Falcon."
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His eyes return to Han just in time to accept the offered hand. Hunter's hands are long and slightly calloused (he has been working on marble this last month).
"I'm Hunter. Nice to meet you."
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When it comes to callouses, there's nothing slight about Solo's. Even now, still a few cycles before hitting thirty, they're beat up and hard like you'd expect out of an old mechanic.
"Likewise." He says smoothly.
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"I'm trying to line up steady work." He says after a moment. "Everything I've been trying to raise capital quickly has kinda backfired so far."
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"I have always thought that finding a job that compliments one skills is the best thing to do, when possible."
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"Yeah, seems like sound advice." He says with a shrug and a thoughtful sip of his beer. "Do you do something like that? Something that ... you know, fits you?"
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"Most times I do portrait work. But I am working on a marble sculpture right now."
Hunter takes another long drink of his beer. "It wasn't something that I had thought would be possible. Before coming to the Nexus... I didn't practice my art very often."
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It takes too long. Which is not to say that Han can't be patient, but in order to get to that point, he's really gotta be convinced it will be worth his effort. And it helps when he feels like he's seeing success along the way.
"What do you feel like changed when you got here that kept you from doing it at home?"
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"First, I was accepted a lot more here, than I was at home. The friends I have made are very supportive."
"And... I don't have to deal with having my dad around anymore." His voice was a quiet. "Or feel that I had to do what he wanted for my life."
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"I uh ..." He scratches the back of his head and offers this admission about himself. "There were people I grew up around that had certain expectations for me. I gotta imagine it would be kinda better and kinda worse coming from your own father."
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Han drinks until he finishes his beer. There wasn't all that much left in his.
"They are their own prison."
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Hunter looks up at the ship again. Then over to Han. There is something he can at least offer.
"Would you be willing to agree to a deal? You give me the appearance rights, so I can do a series of art pieces featuring your ship... and in return, you can have 40 per cent of the sales."
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That's the outloud and polite clarification. The internal one is 'Hunter draws a YT-1300 that's likeness could only be mine in a very peripheral sense and I have money, if/when he sells it.' Providing he's hearing the guy out like he thinks he is ... he'll make that deal. Sounds like easy money.
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"Hunter, you have yourself a deal."
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"Awesome."
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"What sorts of compositions would you make of the Falcon?"
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