Posts by han solo

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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Well dang. The pine marten was more than ready to say that was proving his point, but bit his tongue. His son, despite being the emo a** he was, was still. Kind of; Ben was somewhere in there. And Lessa, despite the accidents she gets into; like the one that cost her the leg in the first place, she was alive. Alive and well. If she got killed, his entire world would be shattered. Han glared back up a the lion, indifferent to the size different, ears sharply pinned back.

"You'll find fate and I don't agree on a lot," he commented as the Sith lord stormed out. Scowl still present on his face, the old smuggler let out a soft exhale, tail flicking. Turning back to Kylo, he smiled gently at Lessa, who still looked rather lost. "Hey kid," he pulled the prosthetic to his side as he padded over.

Han didn't like Kylo's possessiveness. Nor his violent and destructive nature. It seemed however, the emo Solo was content to play nice with the kid around. "Alright Ben, take her up to speed." As the salt continued pouring down by the millions of gallons from the sky. Since he knew she couldn't hear.

[ Can we please have a Star Wars AU thread where that happens? Lessa gets her arm or leg cut off somehow I bet it was Kylo and Vader and Han argue over the prosthetic ]
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia][ Track, will post tomorrow ]
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Han, who had been working on the vitalization system, lifted his head up, promptly smacking it against the vent's ceiling with a string of huttese curses under his breath. "Kriff," was that Lessa calling him? Who else calls you grandpa? Climbing down from the vents, he sighed before following the sound of the kid's voice. She didn't sound in the best shape. He hoped he didn't break her sprain her ankle again. He didn't want to her C-3PO's complaints of the girl's "reckless" behavior. But she is a little reckless. He'd admit that.

Running his hand through his hair Han glanced over in Lessa's direction, "hey kid, what's-" The old smuggler faltered, eyes widening. "Les!" He bolted over to grip the girl's shoulders to help her stand. "Kid, what-how-why...?" Where in the nine Corellian hells was her right leg?! "Kid talk to me; you okay?" Thank the heavens she hadn't fainted from pain or blood loss. Actually, now that he thought about it, he didn't see any blood. Okay then. Kriff.

[ Would this count as a bump for you? ^.^'
Also mist that title. cx ]
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]He was a mentor now, and that implied there was training to be done. That in mind, he saw nothing wrong with offering everyone a chance to do a little learning. Of course he rather hoped the kid would show up; some self-defense training for her would be good. "Hey," the old smuggler called gruffly, fluffy tail flicking. "Anyone up for a sparring session? Kids, apprentices, I'm looking at you. Pair up if you feel up to it."
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Han chuckled softly, rolling his shoulders loosely before nodding to Blitzpup. "I'm afraid I'm getting a little too old for this," the smuggler informed Haldor. Of course, like Blitzpup, Han was much smaller than the lion, but the old marten wasn't afraid of any size difference. "Maybe when the two of you are done sparring."

Silently, he made a headcount of everyone, happy to see Lessa here with the group, and offering to spar with someone too. "Alright," he began, looking at Theodore for a moment, thinking. "I think our friend is ready to keep fighting you, Haldor; so perhaps you're a group of three." He grinned.

"You can begin as soon as you want; remember, don't actually hurt each other."
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Hey, so Poe is acting as general now?
I still want Han in on this; perhaps a thread where Poe convinces Han to get involved?
Han's pretty pissed at Vader for being in Lessa's life; that's good motivation.

NAME: Han Solo
RESIDENCE: StormClan, BlizzardClan, WindClan
RANK WANTED: Captain
OTHER?:
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Alright.
Would you like me to make a thread for the two?
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Harrison Ford of course.
Metalfasa tho
And omg misty, Lessa = Wendy. All you have to do now is give her air powers and some healing skills

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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]"So I'm assuming your idea of 'okay' is when you're missing an..." He sighed, cutting himself off. He knew it'd only been a matter of time before she got herself seriously hurt. Well, here she was. "Let's move you to somewhere you can lay down, kid."

"Rabbit?" Han echoed, looking at the girl puzzled for a moment before realization dawned on him. That was the kid's favorite stuffed animal. She cares more about than her health? He bit back another sigh. Who am I kidding, of course she does."Okay... Okay, kid, hey," he began gently. "We're going to find your rabbit, but first we got to take care of your leg, okay?"
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]"I'm a little old for this," the pine marten chuckled as he sat down. There was nothing wrong however, to watch. Of course, he supposed maybe he shouldn't get so close. Silently, the old smuggler pondered if he had ever played with water balloons before. He couldn't recall such a moment... It's more of a young person's game.
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]The old pine marten was sitting on the outskirts of BlizzardClan camp, eyes distant focusing on the sky. He thought perhaps if he were to pick a favorite, BlizzardClan and StormClan were his preferred places to stay. He didn't know WindClan very well yet. However, Lessa stayed there too. And so, unfortunately, did Vader spend some time there as well. He preferred the floating islands; no cyborg sith lords getting in his business. Lessa was his granddaughter, his apprentice.

And she's reckless, and... Stubborn. Han smiled slightly, tail curling around his paws. Perhaps some of the that was his fault, but he still didn't understand how she could handle three clans, especially when she refuses to speak or get too close to anyone. Well, there were exceptions he knew - he'd seen and met all of them. Crazy kid...

It seemed to him that Lessa wasn't up at the moment - unlikely, she was always up if the sun was - or not around BlizzardClan for the time being... So he had nobody to keep out of trouble for the moment. It felt kind of strange. Wonder how long that'll last. There was always something afterall.
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Awkward indeed. The pine marten blinked and turned his head, recognizing Poe's voice with ease. He was afterall, one of the duo "getting Lessa into trouble". He still believed the statement wasn't particularly accurate; Lessa had a habit of getting herself into trouble when left to her own devices. At least with Poe and Alexander she had someone to watch her back. It'd still been amusing to tease them about it of course.

"Hey kid," he answered in turn, thinking about how excited the husky mix got last time he was around. He wasn't aware he had fans... Well other than Lessa, but he wasn't so sure she counted. "I'm doing fine." That might've come out a little gruffly, but truly, the words weren't true. He was a bit riled up with Vader in WindClan. At least Vader rarely showed his face around here. "How are you doing kid?"
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Han was her mentor, and grandfather, but he most definitely was no Jedi. That just wasn't something he could teach her. He used to not even believe in the Force. He could teach her to fight, how to play Sabbac, how to swindle a man, but he couldn't teach her the Force. That sure sucked, but there was a certain pride in the older pine marten's eyes when he saw her grow, saw her figuring out those things on her own. She just needed a push from someone else more adapt... Kylo if only he had stayed on the right path perhaps.

Following his robotic clanmate, he smiled gently, not wanting to distract the girl too much from her glaring at the pill bug. "That ant wasn't going to you, kid; you're okay." On the matter at hand, "you'll get it eventually." He'd never seen her so intensely focused.
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia][ THis is late, sorry. ]

Being around. He didn't seem to very good at that. Not that was surprising, but he really needed to push himself a little to be around more. He didn't want anyone thinking he was dead or gone or nothing. That would be no good. The pine marten nodded, seemingly pleased with the answer. Poe was a clanmate after all, and a friend of Lessa's. That put the guy in the good books with him. "Good to hear you're doing well, kid."

"I live here, StormClan, and WindClan." In hindsight, Han didn't particularly think it was the best, at his now older age, to be traveling between three clans, but it was alright if it meant being a good granddad and mentor. "The kid joined WindClan awhile back; after Spidersil-Spiderstar made me her mentor, I decided it was time to be a member of WindClan too. That and it means I can keep a closer eye on her."And Vader, he thought with a frown, tail flicking. "I wouldn't recommend three clans if you're bad at names or travel," he chuckled with a shake of his head. "Kid's got more energy than me; glad to see you can keep up - someone needs to."
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]And her grandfather. It was never really a good sign in his eyes, who knew the younger marten well, when there was a fair sized crowd around the girl. She wouldn't appreciate the attention very much. Yet the question froze him in his tracks as he padded over, ears flicking down a moment. It was of course bound to happen she'd ask.

What most didn't know was that the first guardian she had, wasn't Kylo, not really. He had, as soon as he found her to be his son's child, taken her away from him. He afterall, wasn't the boy he used to be. She wasn't comprehensive of that either and had never asked. They had traveled together, he took care of her and when they found StormClan they started their move into clanlife, which Kylo soon became a part of. And Lessa had been pleased with that, so Han grudgingly accepted it. But there were still issues, he needed to know, and needed to talk to Kylo about. Like this one.

He let others answer as he bounded to her side, wrapping his tail around the girl in a hug, careful with the bandages. "I don't actually know anything... 'Bout your mother, kid." And his son had never mentioned it. "But hey, listen; that doesn't change a think about you. You're still my grandkid; and you're loved very much."
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]"That kid means everything to me, I hope you know that; when she's with you." He bet Poe did, but he wanted to make it clear. Hopefully he could make it clear to Vader one day too; that kid wasn't his to watch over. Both mentoring her or not. "I uh... Don't do all that anymore, kid," he replied, shifting a little awkwardly.

Smuggler still, yes. It was something he'd always done. Pilot. He was fine with that. Nothing would change that, but a rebel... He didn't do that anymore. Least he cause more trouble. "Not anymore."
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Han bit back a sigh. Should've seen that one coming. "What's in it for me, huh, kid?" He inquired softly. "It's more trouble than it's worth - not to mention I've got the kid to worry about." Not that Lessa wouldn't jump for joy at the thought. She had dreams to be a Jedi after all. He bet that this was a sorry excuse; Poe knew the kid, he'd see right through this. He stared blankly ahead, frowning. "I don't plan on doing anymore of that."

"Not after Ben." Lucky of Poe not to know him, he mused. He doubted that they'd get along. His son had followed them to StormClan, joined them there, and WindClan as well. He seemed to leave them be here in BlizzardClan however. That was good - while it lasted. "Listen; it's good that kids like you are out there though, still believing, but I left that life some time ago. An old smuggler isn't going to magically turn the tides for you." Maybe. Maybe not. And he knew deep down, that wasn't completely true; he could help. Lessa would be ecstatic. But was that good or bad?
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]Grandpa Han track and mist that's adorable.
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia]"What's up, kid?" The old pine marten inquired padding over. He didn't quite catch what the group was discussing, except some mention of hunting. That reminded him; he needed to teach Lessa to hunt. That... Wasn't going to go well, gentle-spirited girl she was. Oh boy. The smuggler tossed Lucy a gentle smile; he was surrounded by kids these days it seemed.
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[justify][size=7pt][font=constantia][ intense tracking ]
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