Han approached his ship, unmoved in its patch of grass. He opened the ramp, and made his way to the cockpit.
He pressed the button to start up the ship.
Nothing.
He tried again.
Nothing.
Cursing, Han stood up, and made his way to the internal engine. As he neared it, he began smelling ozone.
He reached the door, and opened it to reveal a fried engine.
This drove Han up the wall. He began cursing louder, and kicking the useless engine.
He couldn't fix it, and he was now going to miss out on 25,000 credits.
He sat down, winded from his angry meltdown.
He was near giving up, when he remembered.
Delphine Tangelwood. She had a ship.
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Closer ▪ Han Solo
FanfictionDelphine Tangelwood was the last person Han Solo expected to see. When Han's ship breaks down, Delphine offers her's in exchange for something: she wants to come along. Han, reluctantly, agrees, and the two embark on a journey that will change both...
