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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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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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"Not to mention it feeling a little bit more like it's in space that way ..."
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Burning skies does Han miss being able to see the stars from behind the yoke of a starship. The view from a ... planet* isn't the same.
*He's not all that sure that you can consider the Nexus a planet, but in this instance, close enough to one.
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"Appreciate that."