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

[wrench_and_ruffles]

I'm Kaylee Frye. I'm a mechanic... least I should be, but this hwong tong town don't think I oughtta be.

[parsecs]

Han Solo. Usually I'm a pilot, but there's nothing here that'll get off the ground.

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Yeah, I've been workin' on Ruri's ship. All that shiny tech but still can't fly. Real waste.

[parsecs]

[Oh Han is suddenly interested. Someone with a ship? ...though if it can't fly, it's not much use.]

Who's Ruri?

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Works at the school here. Lives on Beulah Street, can't miss it.

[parsecs]

I'll have to visit. [He frowns, a thought striking him.] How'd it get here?

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Oh, sometimes right strange things show up in the mail.

[parsecs]

Not what I meant. How'd the mailman get it? [And do they have their hands on his precious ship? He figured it was back on Endor, but if it's not, if the people who brought him here have it...

They better not so much as scratch it.]

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Ain't rightly sure. It's right creepifyin', the things that'll show up in the mail sometimes.