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[ Han is still staring at the ‘screen’ of the locket like this is the most ridiculous piece of tech he has seen in his entire life. Still, his voice is confident, and beyond the general expression of disgusted disbelief, there are hints of worry in the way his lips thin. ]

So, apparently, there are no space-ready or functional craft, and even if there were, there is no telling where in the Galaxy we even are. [ Assuming, of course, they would be in the galaxy that Han knows. Which he is beginning to suspect is not the case. ]

So here’s a better question… What’s the best craft available for transport, and what… business is there, to be doing.

[ Chewie’s not here, the kid’s not here, Leia’s not here, his blaster doesn’t work. Hell, he’d even take old Kenobi or even Greedo over most of this crowd. Better the devil he knows.

And, all right, he kinda breaks at this and has to ask. ]

Also, honestly, how do so many of you folks not know that light has a speed, and space travel is not difficult. Really.

[ ~~And all this magic bs can't be real.~~ Hell, these people are worse than Kenobi's Force mumbo jumbo ]

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[He came pretty close to laughing at that - the thought of him being anything other than a soldier was just absurd.]

Of course not. I travel. I have been away from Caer Scima for more than five months.

You got some sort of revenue stream going, though? As much as I hate royal transporting, sometimes you gotta go where the funds are.

[ You need money to be truly independent, and Han has every intention of staying that way. Which is why he will be back in business as soon as he can get that way. ]

All I have ever known is being a soldier - there are no professions I find suitable. I require very little to survive here. Outside the court, I could hunt my own meals.

[Less chance of them being poisoned by the imps. He had one outfit, carried only what he and his horse could handle and lived simply. Javik would trade every imp in Caer Scima for even a scrape of working mass effect technology.]

Heh. Proud of your stripes. I can respect that.

[ He wasn't made for Imperial Fleet service. He knew that after Nyklas. Didn't make that court-martial any less unpleasant. ]

I'd still shop around, though. There might be some people in need of a soldier or two for a few things. And, trust me, there is something to be said for having a little money in your pocket when you need it.

Mercenary work, you mean.

[He didn't look disgusted by the idea, but it was more the fact that doing anything for profit still annoyed him. He'd grown up and lived in a galaxy where such markets had long since been destroyed by the Reapers.]

I have managed all these months without needing to be hired for anything, and I have traveled enough to know you will find work if you look for it.

Do whatever suits you, then.

[ Han could live off rustic necessity, but he prefers money in his pocket and a stable business up and running. Which he will be doing, shortly. He's already been scouting around for arrangements. ]

[With a war going on between two powerful courts and lots of people stuck in the middle, Han would probably have a booming business in no time.]

I would say the same to you. Whatever you choose to do, be mindful of the dangers here.

[Killer trees, man. Killer trees.]

[ smuggling does tend to be profitable that way. now only if saber's deal for a ship comes through. but, before that, he still needs to hit some gaming tables. ]

I will be sure to keep that in mind. [ Rampant awful native wildlife. Gotcha. ] Anything in particular I should be concerned over?

[ Don't tell Han this is Dagoba ]

[The locket shifted somewhat as he shrugged.]

The forest outside the curtain wall will try to kill you. Many other things will as well, and you learn what they are when they come for you. I do not think even the natives could warn you of everything.

[So it was probably not that much different from where either of them were from, just confined to one terrible (flat) planet.]

[ Han's gonna swear in a conglomeration of languages, but not particularly heatedly. ]

So, someone in the universe hates us, then.

[ Situation Normal, indeed. Why couldn't he been dragged to a nice planet. Like Naboo or something. Or one of those resort worlds. ]

Sounds about standard.

If you have traveled the stars as I have, then I believe you will be prepared for most of what this world has to offer.

[Except the whole magic thing. It was just really backwards science, right? Right.]

That's hardly reassuring.

[ But Javik, at least, completely understands what he means by that. The galaxy, any galaxy, is filled with wonderful (awful, just plain awful) quirks (pains in the ass) all around. ]

But thanks, for the heads up. One spacer to another.

I did not intend to be reassuring. [He was too much of a realist, and that involved 'nothing good will ever happen.' If you were prepared for the worst, you were better off than most.] I cannot promise to answer all your questions about this place, but contact me should the need to ask arise.

[He'd do his best to translate fairy crap to science, even if he didn't understand half of it himself.]

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