Posts by han solo

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Oh boy, that girl was gonna panic within seconds he knew. She was just no good with strangers. Friendly and clanmates or not. Quickly, the pine marten bounded over towards his granddaughter's side, reaching out to pull her into a hug, wrapping his fluffy tail around her.

To the other - a stranger to him too, though he and the child weren't new - he dipped his head. "This is Lessa," he would say softly. "And I'm the kid's grandfather, Han Solo," he added as an afterthought, his ear flicking. "We're not new, and uh... Hey, Les," Han gave the girl a gentle smile. "You've got a favorite color, right, kid?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Well this was certainly concerning, Auroradweller's somewhat amusing words aside. With a thoughtful frown, the old smuggler padded over towards Lessa's side, aiming to pull her close, to reassure the clearly anxious child.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The old smuggler didn't see much point in 'battle cries'. They were always given by some poor brave soul, those of which were often wiped out in things such as wars. He'd been around, he understood. That, however, didn't mean he was going to sit by and ignore a rally to fight back. Especially against something that could take away those dear to him.

He wasn't losing Lessa to some disease, especially not when he could fight back. "I've never been one for heroics, but if you're planning on fighting back, count me in."

[ Saying genocide just reminded me Misty is killing everyone in Undertale -.-'
*cries in a corner* ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]An old smuggler like him? Nah, he wasn't gonna train, he knew how to hold his own, but he'd watch, perhaps offer some pointers. If his granddaughter made an appearance, he'd help her out. "I'll watch; help if I can," he called, taking a seat nearby.

Silently he vowed if some guy named Ghirahim even tried to target Lessa, he'd make sure the guy received hell in response. And maybe he could sick Kylo on him too.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]At the sound of 'evacuate' Han nearly panicked. I'm not leaving without Lessa. Ignoring the order to go to the tunnels, the pine marten ran through camp, ears pinned back as he desperately searched the area for his granddaughter... Or his son, no matter how much a pain in the ass the guy was. "KID! LESSA! BEN!"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The old smuggler trotted towards the border, blinking when he spotted the stammering lizard. Bipedal lizard... That was new. Still. "I'm fairly certain we have an auto acceptance policy," he stated, ear flicking. He didn't really care for this kind of stuff, but he was willing to work with it. For Lessa if nothing else. "I'm Han Solo, Darkskies is typhoon; our deputy, though I don't believe you actually need to see her to join."

[ Woo! Undertale! c: ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Han noticed with attentive weariness that Lessa disliked staying up past dark. She hated it. Feared it, he bit back a weary sigh. But watching the girl bound outside with a grin on her face to watch the sunrise warmed his heart. She had so much energy. It was hard for an old smuggler like him to keep up.

Yawning, the older pine marten slowly wandered over, dipping his head in greeting towards Xenia before aiming to pat Lessa on the head. "You're up early, kid," he murmured, trying to hold back another yawn.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Lessa was gonna hold a game? That sounded like something to see. The old smuggler slowly wandered over, aiming to gently push Lessa's head down in an affectionate gesture as he arrived. "I'd like a task."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Where the kriff is Lessa? He needed to tell the kid to stay away from this guy. The old smuggler slowly trotted over to join Moonbeam at the border, brown eyes narrowed. In his old snarky attitude, the pine marten lifted up his chin, glowering at the cyborg before them, "she asked you for your name and business on our territory, pal."

[ *totally not fanboying over Darth Vader right now* goddamit kylo ren has infected me ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Tracking.
That title though.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Tracking on my subaccount.

That moment when there's too many Kylo's and Han is just so confused because his son is the one in StormClan and he hasn't interacted with the Bliz much and his granddaughter needs to stop being such a sweet cinnamon roll.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]omg jishwa so true cx
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Alright then. The pine marten, looking quite bored with life, trotted over to the border, blinking up at the lioness, clearing his throat. She probably heard him coming but there wasn't anything wrong making sure. Well, she certainly looks at peace with herself. Lucky.

"Heya, princess," the smuggler greeted in his casual snarky way. "Name and business."

[ who's scruffy looking? cx ]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Corgi bb8
That is literally the only image in my head I needed to make my life complete.

Ooh yeah, betrayal sounds cool. Something tells me Misty isn't gonna keep Lessa the sweet little Jedi she is...
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]I think it'd be hilarious to have Han have a Kylo, Leia to have a Ben and
Just yeah.
The best.

Also; Han should definitely piss her off.
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Dᴀʀᴛʜ Vᴀᴅᴇʀ wrote:

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]*Angry Han Solo screaming in the distance*
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]NAME: Han Solo
RESIDENCE: StormClan/BlizzardClan
RANK WANTED: Anything's good with me
OTHER?: Probably wouldn't join on a whim - so ah same question as whitegold ^.^'

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]( screaming grandpa Han track )
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]The 'catch' was more like barely not getting hit by the ball. The smuggler sat down silently until barely avoiding a ball to the face. Well, it wasn't Lacelock's fault he was a pine marten and thus a little on the small side. "Name's Han Solo, and I'm a pretty damn good pilot and a smuggler." Then he hit the ball away for someone else to catch.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 475px;][justify][font=georgia]Was Lessa trying to read? He blinked, trotting over. The old smuggler was at a loss. Though perhaps there was an obvious solution. "I'm certain we can read it to you, kid," he murmured, reaching forward to pull the girl to him fluffy tail wrapping around her in a hug, with an amused smile at Morra's attempts to read it to his granddaughter in sign language. "Nah, no-one's gonna eat you, kid - 'specially not my Les."

"Here, if you like, I'll read the first chapter with you, kid," he told the smaller pine marten gently.
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