Charisma~ Poe Dameron

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Chewie, we're home." 

The name. 

The voice. 

It all made Aria stiffen to the point where she couldn't even lower her gun. She just stood there, pointing her blaster as her dad and longest friend walked on to their ship. 

The second Aria saw Han Solo's gray head of hair and wrinkly face, she felt like she was home. If the ship brought her back to her times of youth, seeing Han Solo reverted her right back to dutch braids and sitting on her father's lap to reach the Falcon's control panel. 

"Dad?" Her voice cracked over the unused name. Han Solo stopped as he looked down the hall to see his daughter. It had been years, and in that time she had grown into almost an exact replica of her mother- minus the bruise on her cheek and the bangs. 

"Aria?" Han's voice was thick with emotion just as Aria's was.

Aria was finally able to lower her weapon as she stepped towards her dad. Her first step was slow, almost unbelieving that he was truly there. Her next step was quicker as she realized he wasn't a dream or a mirage- he was real. By the time she reached him, she was at a dead sprint and Han had to quickly holster his own weapon to catch his daughter. He wrapped his arms around his baby girl and gave a one-in-a-million smile. 

Chewie let out a long howl as he wrapped his arms around the both of them and picked them up to squeeze them. 

Aria laughed at the familiar pose. She closed her eyes and dug her face into the crook of Han's neck. She inhaled and smelled oil and burnt oil. For a split second she thought she would open her eyes and be two feet shorter. 

But as she opened her eyes and pulled away Han was still gray and wrinkled and she was almost as tall as him. 

"Where the hell have you been?" Aria's excitement at seeing her father quickly transformed into anger. "Huh?" She pulled herself from his arms and looked him over. "You aren't on the verge of death, you aren't missing a limb. There is absolutely no reason you should have stayed away for so long!" She looked up at Chewie next who gave a low growl of apology. "Oh, you're sorry?" She holstered her gun so she could put her hands on her hips. "If you were so sorry you would have made an effort to come visit me." She looked back at Han to see he was wearing a smirk. "What are you smirking at? All I'm asking for is a single call to let me know you were okay!"

"Can... can we come out now?" 

Han and Chewie jumped and aimed their weapons as the grate just behind Aria. She rolled her eyes and turned to look down at the rest of her temporary team. 

"Yeah, come out, these two are relatively harmless." She told him. She watched as Finn and Rey pushed the grate up and slid it over before they raised themselves out of it with their masks still on. "Rey, Finn, this is my father and best friend." Chewie gave a long growl that made Aria smile and look back at him. "Course you're my best friend, did you really think I'd say my dad was my best friend?"

Han huffed but still wrapped his arm around his daughter's shoulders and pulled her towards him. "I missed you, kid." He whispered to her as he kissed her forehead. 

Aria closed her eyes as she enjoyed the kiss. 

"Yeah, yeah, alright." Aria ducked out of his head and straightened her hair before she looked back at Finn and Rey. "You think our piloting skills were good, wait to you see his." Aria bragged as she hooked her thumb back to poke her dad in the chest. 

Chewie nodded as he bragged about his own piloting skills. Both Aria and Han listened to his story of how it was all him who got them through the Tresner smuggling op by himself- which it wasn't.