Heirs of the Fallen {1} (Remastered)

Chapter 3

The Millenium Falcon definitely looked worse for wear after the battle of Endor, even after putting several hours and credits of work into it. Han Solo sighed and wiped some sweat beads off of his forehead, peeping out of the circuitry and wires he was tangled up in. "Chewie, how's it looking up in the cockpit?"

The Wookiee grumbled a negative, making Han sigh. "What in blazes did Lando do to you?" He asked the ship angrily. "He's never borrowing you again."

Han hopped out and stretched, then walked into the cockpit to see Chewie knee-deep in wires of his own. He leaned against the doorframe with a scowl as the Wookiee asked him a question. "No. Absolutely not."

Chewie turned around and fixed Han with an annoyed stare, causing Han to backpedal. "I just don't want to go back to the New Republic yet, Chewie. We didn't come all the way out to the Polis system just to turn back now."

The Wookiee pointed out that they could fix the ship much faster if it were in the hands of more mechanics than just the two of them, and that the only people willing to help them would be the New Republic.

Han groaned and pinched his brows together. The only reason he and Chewie had left was to get some space from the chaos of everything left behind after the Empire's reign, and now that there was no dynasty in charge it was a prime time to smuggle and do business most would consider shady. Many systems had fallen into disarray without their Imperial ambassadors to command them, meaning they were prime pickings for Han and Chewie to take advantage of and lay low on for awhile. But, the former snuggle did have to admit that a part of him missed the two people that had gotten him reeled into the whole mess to begin with.

Chewie hopped into the copilot's seat after putting every wire back into place, snapping Han out of his thoughts. "What are you doing?"

Han watched as the Wookiee set course for Klemied, the planet the princess said she was traveling to the last they'd talked. But the man didn't have it in him to protest; instead he just sighed in defeat and plopped into the pilot's seat, resentfully glaring at Chewie after the Wookiee gave him a smug chuckle.

Slowly but surely, the Falcon lifted off into space and made its way to Klemied.

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The X-Wing dropped out of hyperspace more quickly than Luke had intended. He blinked in surprise as the planet came into view; Klemied from afar was a blueish hue with green mixed in, a color Luke associated with nature and growth. He hoped his intuition was right; the Force always flowed more vividly through planets whose natural ecosystems hadn't been overrun by humanoids.

Artoo updated that they needed to enter the atmosphere slowly. Luke slowed his speed to an acceptable pace and creeped into the planet's atmospheric barriers, watching with curiosity as a scanner detached from a floating station and moved across the X-Wing. The astromech got nervous as the scanner approached him, twittering anxiously.

Luke chuckled lightly. "Calm down Artoo, I bet they're just searching for anything foreign that could harm the planet."

The astromech gave out a sharp blat that made Luke scoff. "Well, if that's the case then maybe we shouldn't go down."

The scan completed and the docking station gave Luke a green checkmark. "See? What did I tell you?" He turned his head to address Artoo behind him as the X-Wing picked up its pace and left the station. "Harmless."

Up close Luke now noticed that Klemied was definitely more nature-based than city-based, a fact he was grateful for. His eyes flickered closed and he breathed in deeply as he sank into the Living Force of the planet, observing its intricacies and balances similar but different to other planets he'd observed. During his time away he'd learned that all successful planets have the same civilization to wild-nature ratio; the ones that were off balance were the ones that were trouble.