stardust | han solo

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HAN SOLO HAD NO idea what he was doing. He had asked Lando about the 'big shot' gangster Beckett mentioned before his death.

"I know a lot of big-shot gangsters, Han. Please be more specific." Lando was in one of his moods after losing both the game and his ship but from the look on Han's face, he quickly added. "I'm kidding!" He chuckled, swinging his arm around his shoulder. "I think I know who he is. There's one in Tatooine. He hires the best smugglers." He leaned towards Han's ear. "He hired Boba Fett." Han's eyes widened. Everyone knew who Boba Fett was. "He goes by the name Jabba and Han, whatever you do, do not stare."

Han was on the dead planet. All around him was sand and the air was humid and hot. The scorching sun pierced through his jacket. Sweat trickled down his forehead. Han wiped the sweat away with the palm of his hand. He'd gone to the market to ask around about the big shot gangster but no one bothered to tell or acknowledge him. He leaned against one of the buildings, kicking the sand underneath his boots in frustration. It has been two days and he got nothing. Behind him, Chewbacca groaned.

"How is this my fault?"

Chewie groaned again.

Han laughed. "Oh, you're funny Chewie. It's our fault, alright? Quit your moaning and keep a wide eye for anyone who stands out." He gazed at the market across him. Han knew how to spot a smuggler. They would always keep a low profile, avoid eye contact and keep their faces hidden.

Creatures, humans, and droids bustled around the place. Han yawned, closing his eyes. His throat was dry from all the heat and sweat trickled down his neck. When he opened them, a figure in a dark jacket caught his eye. It was carrying a box of food and supplies in its arms and was constantly looking around. Han smirked, "Finally."

Han tried to be nonobvious following the mysterious figure. He told Chewie to stand by the Falcon to keep a lookout while he searched. The figure turned a sharp left, heading towards an empty alley. Han paused, pressing his back against the building, peeping into it. The box was placed on the ground, with no one in sight. The figure disappeared. Han walked into the alley, his fingers lacing the blaster's trigger just in case. Gingerly walking towards the box. Just as he pulled out his blaster, a loud yell erupted and someone jumped on top of him, throwing him down. The blaster fell out of his grasp and his hands shot to his neck where it was between their thighs. Han tried to break free but the grip was too strong.

"Who are you and what do you want?" The person hissed.

Han groaned, he could see black spots swimming. The person finally released him. Han gasped for air, coughing and his vision soon focused again. Whoever tried to suffocate him was standing before him. Their face was covered with a black scarf and dark goggles. A dark brown hood covered its head. It raised its hands and pulled the scarf down and removed the goggles. Han's breath stopped when it pulled the hoodie back, revealing her long brown hair.

She took her blaster from her holster and pointed at him. "Who are you and what do you want?" Han couldn't believe his eyes. He was beaten up by a girl. "Tell me!" She exclaimed, her blaster touching his sweaty forehead.

"You're a girl."

The girl raised her eyebrow, her fingers began to slowly squeeze the trigger.

"I'm looking for Jabba." He blurted. He was so close to death. The girl's eyes widened, her grip on the trigger loosened.

"What do you want?" Her voice was now calm.

"Someone told me a bigshot gangster was putting together a crew."

"Who."

"Tobias Beckett."

The girl looked at Han, he could've sworn her eyes starting to tear up but in a flash, it was gone. She let out a breath. "How do you know him?"