THE EIGHTH [han solo]

[2.00]

It took me three years to find the answers I wanted. Balancing that with helping the rebellion and looking after a cat, wasn't the easiest thing to do. I was rushed and busy and sleep deprived. Luckily, I did end up finding the answers that proved my identity as a force sensitive. The woman who knew my mother was called El'iea and she took me under her wing for a few months, taught me the basics of the force, even though she wasn't force sensitive, she was still at one with it, she told me that she had a complicated relationship with the force, but it worked. I got to know her children, Ali and Rena, Ali, the youngest was four and he was learning to fight, he wanted to be a resistance fighter. Rena was almost fifteen, and she was a beautiful singer, she often sung as El'iea and I meditated or worked on my battle strategies. By the end of the three months, I was able to control my abilities with ease, it wasn't the full training that most Jedi Padawan's would've received before the purge, but it was better than nothing. It took me a year and a half to find her, and then I trained for three months so, you may be thinking, what did you do with the other year and a bit? I looked for my father of corse, although El'iea knew of my mother Aurelia, she was unable to tell me who my father was, but she suggested that I look for him in my past, so I retraced my steps, and eventually found what I was looking for, the final piece of information that made the jigsaw puzzle that I call my life fit together. My father was the one who had set me on this journey in the first place. Obi-Wan Kenobi, I was a Kenobi. Aurelia married him in secret after the Jedi all went into hiding, and had me a year later, but I was too dangerous to keep, so I was given away. Octavia Kenobi-Nightshade. I had a correct title now, a final last name that gave me meaning and a purpose. I went back to El'iea to tell her, but she had been slaughtered in her own home, along with Rena and Ali. I cried when I saw their bodies. The Imperials had found out I was there, and they'd obviously killed them to send a message to me. It was at that point that I was sick of running, sick of hiding from the scum of the Galaxy, and I was ready to return to Leia and her rebellion, but I would have to pick up some supplies first, so I wouldn't be returning empty handed. The last I had heard from Leia was that they needed all the help they could get, and she was contacting everyone she could. I'm sat in the cockpit of The Lightning, I have Thunder on my lap and the transmitter in my hand. Another thing I got around to doing while I was on my trip was killing the traitor, Qu-Za, he'd been keeping slaves and becoming just as bad as Jabba, if not worse. I cut his tentacled head right off his body, it felt really good, I'm not gonna lie. I'm ready to go back now.
Octavia flipped a switch, the engines spluttered to life again, speaking of supplies, she had a few repairs to make on her ship, as it had taken all sorts of laserfire and other attacks from many of the people looking to hurt her. She would fly to some planet where she wasn't known, buy shit, and get out. Fast. The plan was simple, even R5 agreed that it was easy and should be executed without a hitch, but being Octavia, and having by far the worst luck in the Galaxy, of corse something would've gone wrong. And it did, majorly.

[LOTHAL
OUTER RIM TERRITORIES]

"Why is it always me?" Octavia asked, huffing, with her hands in the air as she was frisked by two ugly aliens of unknown origin, hybrids of a sort. Admittedly, she'd been in worse situations, she thought back to infiltrating the Death Star and how many times she had a near death experience because of it, at least nine or ten within the same hour. That lead to her damn insufferable smirk playing on her lips. "Every time, it's always me." She sighed, kicking one of the aliens away from her ankle as he tried to go for her third hidden knife. They moved away and stood at a respectable distance.
"Octavia, you've stolen from us more times than we can count, give us one good reason why it shouldn't be you." Their leader asked. Octavia rolled her eyes, concentrating lightly.
"Because you don't want to interrogate or investigate me." She said. By far her favourite thing that El'iea taught her was the mind tricks, it came easy to her, perhaps it was her ancestry.
"I don't want to interrogate or investigate you." The leader repeated, his eyes slightly glazed over and body language slack.
"You want to leave me alone and won't send any people to hurt or kill me."
"I want to leave you alone and won't send any people to hurt or kill you." He repeated, and walked off. Octavia dropped her concentration and sighed, it took a mental toll on her. She sighed and pulled her military jacket closer around her. All she needed to to was find the last part for her ship, and get off the planet. Leia was set to give the coordinates to her as soon as she asked, and Octavia was so ready to see her friends again, that picture of them all was still on the dash of her ship, and she was always smiling at it, one of the greatest pictures. She walked up and down the market places, she wondered weather it would worth it to nick some more clothes. Knowing Leia, the resistance's bases would be somewhere remote, probably with extreme temperatures, so the Imperials wouldn't find them. She found a nice looking pair of boots and while the man was distracted, she swiped them right into her bag, moving along. She finally found the parts she was looking for, stealing them too, and began to walk leisurely back to her ship, she had all the time in the world. For the first time in a very long time, she had a smooth takeoff. She pulled out something from her overhead compartment, the one that held the precious things in her ship. There was the commlink that they'd used when destroying the Death Star, there was the circlet and jewellery she couldn't bare to sell as it was just too pretty, and a few other assorted items. She tossed the link around in her hands, wondering weather it would still work.
"Only one way to find out." She muttered, putting it into her ear and sighing. "This is Captain Nightshade, can anyone hear me?" She asked. Luck was truly on her side today.
"Octavia!" Leia yelled. Shit. She thought, maybe radio-silence for three years wasn't a good idea. "Where are you? Are you okay?!" Leia asked, her breathing ragged and uneven. "Luke! Han! Octavia's back!" She yelled.
"Octavia? You're back?" Luke asked, almost outraged.
"Yeah, sorry about that, near death and all that." Octavia explained vaguely. "Listen, I'm ready to come back, I have my answers and now I even have some supplies for the rebellion. Where are you?"
"How do we know you're not with the imperials?" Han asked. The first thing he said to her. It broke her heart slightly.
"Because I'm Octavia Kenobi-Nightshade, would I lie to you?"
"Kenobi? As in Ben, I mean, Obi Wan?"
"Yes, apparently he and my mother were secretly married when they went into hiding, they had me but I was too dangerous for them, so they sent me away."
"We're in the Hoth System." Leia said, noticing the way Octavia spoke almost too offhandedly about her parents, one of whom she had unwittingly watched die.

[HOTH
OUTER RIM TERRITORIES]

Octavia landed safely, the ice planet was the opposite climate to what she was normally used to, frost was gathering on her windscreen showing that it was sub zero outside. She involuntarily shivered. Cold temperatures didn't agree with her. She unloaded slowly, feeling the icy air prickle on her bare face.
"Octavia!" Leia yelled, running up to her, and tossing her arms around Octavia. "I thought you were dead." The warm arrival was something Octavia was glad about.
"Not dead!" Octavia smirked, and Luke joined the party, hugging Octavia.
"Oh you're alive, thank kriff!" He exclaimed. "You're gonna have to tell me more about what you found." He said, grinning. Finally, Han sauntered up, taking his bloody time.
"Nightshade." His greeting was icier than the planet they were stood on.
"Solo." Octavia nodded, her lips sealed in a tight line. They then looked away from each other, and Han walked off to somewhere else in the base.
"Y'know he thought you were dead, he was distraught when we couldn't get hold of you, what happened?" Luke asked.
"I trained, Obi-Wan Kenobi was my father and Aurelia Kenobi was my mother, I'm force sensitive." She said, shrugging.
"As if one wasn't enough." Leia laughed. "That's great Via, really great. Just never scare us like that again okay?" She said, it was more of a command than a question.
"Who did you train with?" Luke asked.
"This woman, not a force sensitive, but she was very well versed in how it worked and how to train someone, she-was killed by Imperials." Octavia explained.
"Anyway, what did you bring us?" Leia asked.
"Weapons, and lots of them. Figured since the Imperials are growing their arsenal, we should too." Leia's smile only grew, delighted her friend was back.
"C'mon, I'll show you too your room." Leia said. "Luke, can you go find Han, he has to apologise."
"You'll never get him to, he's way too stubborn." Luke said.
"Oh Luke, watch me." Leia said, tugging on Octavia's arm. "There's so many people here? How big is the resistance getting?"
"Huge. Honestly I'm so happy with how we're going, they don't stand a chance." Hearing Leia speak so passionately about the rebellion reminded her of Ali, the small child now dead because of her. She sighed, keeping it inside, she knew she couldn't let it eat her alive, but it was better than nothing. She arrived at her room, it was nothing fancy, just the same as any other fighter, and it was right next to Han's, obviously. She rolled her eyes and began to settle in.

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There we go, Han's being a little shit because he's stubborn and doesn't like Octavia being all reckless, will he get his act together? Probably not... Will Leia be able to make him apologise? Probably. -Antigone x