Solo Syndrome //Skysolo Fanfic//

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Luke was partial to living among the stars, well... Now anyways.... Ever since the days he was a child, 9 being the age of his last time beneath the harsh suns of the little desert planet known as Tatooine.... He was forced to.

Overcome that is.

Overcome the chill of a void like existence in space, the rules, the hyper-protectiveness that came with being the only heir to a thrown that wasn't rightfully his....

He was anxious at most, content at best, and depressed when worst.... But.... Deep down? He felt his father loved him in a way... Even if their first meetings was under such contemptuous circumstances....

Darth--.... He means his father. Had torn him away from his Aunt and Uncle both, laying waste to their little moisture farm in the process... And now.... He was but a young man missing a home he could barely remember you somehow feel fondly in his bones... When he closes his eyes, and really REALLY try, he swears he can feel the sun on his skin and the sand between his finge--- *ZZZT ZZZT* A comm would static throughout his small bedroom before a holoform took place on his work desk nearest to a window.

''My son.''

A familiar figure, draped in robe and breathy spoke to him via cerulean visuals. Luke responded promptly and sat up in his bed he'd been lying on.

''Yes father!''

"There has been a breach... Criminals among the Destroyer and I expect you to stay out of sight.''

Luke immediately protested. He feared his father, but not enough to expect physical repercussions from the man.

''But I was scheduled to take a walk soon! I haven't been out of my quarters in days...''

There was silence between the two, save for the heavy breathing that would intake and vice versa in slow repetition. And then he spoke.

''I do what I have to to protect you. Do as you are told.''

And with that, the visuals dissipated with an iconic *blip* and Luke was left to his own devices once more....

''Well... He's got a whole 'nother thing coming if he thinks I'll have this taken away too!'' And as such, Luke would quickly pick up his old tray from today's lunch and rush off to the lower level where the replicator was.

He'll get a snack while he's at it too!

Han Solo, a smuggler and an overall prick with a furry companion named Chewbacca. The two were like Jack and Jill or some other crappy fairytale.

But that's not the point.

Han had heard of some valuable parts lying around the Star Destroyer and frankly...

He wanted them for money.

Nothing really stopped Han when he set his mind to it.

"Come on Chewie, we got things to grab and things to sell." The brown haired male yelled back to the big beast behind him.

"GRRR.." was all that was said... which translated to 'yeah yeah..' for the most part.

"No need to be rude about it." He raised his arms in a shrug-like fashion then dropped them back down to his sides. He then turned to pick up a box.

*P E W*

Stormtroopers... crap.

"Looks like we've got company..." Han muttered pulling out his blaster and returning fire.