2 lightyears

[parsecs]

A. 1127 Taylor Rd and the street outside.

[It's one of those times Han's got to be back in his assigned home... with Luke and Leia's mother. He... pretty clearly doesn't want to be here, so he's spending a lot of the time outside and only sometimes going inside and... kind of attempting to avoid the fake wife.]

B. Greased Lightning Garage.

[Hey, Han has a job! And he's doing it now. The ancient wheeled cars don't even use rudimentary repulsors. Still, the machinery is simple enough, and Han's pretty good at working with the cars that people bring in.

Between customers, he fiddles with an old engine, trying to figure out how to make it go faster.]

C. Around Mayfield

[Between Han's general restlessness and his desire to know his way around Mayfield as well as he can just in case something comes up, it's pretty possible to find him on any random street casually strolling and looking around. If the name on a mailbox catches his eye for any reason, he might pause and take note of it, but otherwise, he's just exploring.]

Comments

[parsecs]

[Han hasn't been here long enough to know the usual drone names, but there are plenty of reasons he could have slowed down.]

Doubt it. Unless you've got a way off this rock.

[weiss_tank]

Sorry mister, that's the one thing I can't help you with. [He smiles a friendly smile. Han sorta looks familiar, but he only saw Star Wars once. Years ago, and dubbed in Japanese so he has no idea what Harrison Ford actually sounds like.]

If you're lost I can probably give you directions. I've been here long enough to know where most shit is.

[parsecs]

So've I. [Though in his case, it's only been a week. But he's got a knack for picking up directions. It's important to look like you know where you're going even when you don't, and Han's good at it. Of course, it's even better if you really do know your surroundings that well. Han's working on it.] I ain't looking for anything. Just walking.

[weiss_tank]

Ah, alright, just thought I'd ask. I wasn't sure if that usual influx of new people was over yet or not.

How's the place treatin' ya so far?

[parsecs]

Just fine. [It's something of a lie. Han hates it here. He misses flying, and he misses not dealing with more Skywalker family than just Luke and Leia. It's just... a major pain all around.]

[weiss_tank]

Glad to hear it. This place is a nightmare and a half. I've been stuck here for far too long...

[parsecs]

Uh huh. [Han... doesn't look all that interested. That being said... there could be some useful intel here.] How long?

[weiss_tank]

[Ken of course will take any excuse to rattle on. Sorry Han.]

About two years now? I think it's been two years. Definitely two birthdays, that's for sure.

[parsecs]

[...yeah, Han's done here.] Good for you. [He turns to keep walking.]

poor Han. His life

[weiss_tank]

No, not good for me. You think I wanna be here? [But he'll let Han go, if he's going to be like that.]