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Stuff that can happen/you can encounter:

A sketchy rest stop!

Roadside (or equivalent thereof if you're in a spaceship or dirigible) restaurants!

Something in your vehicle is breaking down!

You're just lost!

A mass murderer/random encounter monster/velociraptor snuck into your backseat!

Hitchhiking!

You got out because [NAME] thought they saw something and now you regret this!

You're broke and need to buy something!

You're trapped at a tourist trap!

Other!

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[One man's sketchy, possibly be murdered at space rest stop is another's paradise. Either way, Han's son looks like he's ready to mutiny and commandeer the Falcon for himself.]

We are not stopping here.

[There is no way he's getting out of the ship, come hell or high water.]

Uh, yes we are.

( han's not going to argue over something as stupid as that. in fact, despite ben's insistence he's already steering their ship (a poor substitute for the falcon, honestly) towards the closest landing space he sees. )

Look, we've been out for days. First step to making sure your ship doesn't blow up is making sure it ain't falling apart.

( glancing briefly at the diagnostics on-screen, han purses his lips before preparing for landing. ) I'm not the one who wanted to go find a spaceship with his father, anyway.

It's nowhere close to falling apart.

[So maybe there had been a fire not three hours ago. They were both still alive and relatively unsinged. That was the important part.

He's got the same look in his eye that his mother does when she's dead-set on getting her own way. Ben has inherited many fine qualities from both of his parents, but the one rearing its head right now is how stubborn he can be.]

Oh sure, put this on me. I'm still not going.

Then don't go.

( han doesn't have the time for this, and it translates nicely in the roll of his eyes as he finally tips their vessel down towards the ground. something in him mourns the smoothness of the falcon more than anything else, but he always mourns the falcon whenever he does anything with this bullshit hunk of metal to begin with.

god, he should've brought chewie. )

You don't know how to maintain a ship, anyway. You can sit and wait no problemo. ( his head lifts so he can regard ben with a wry smile. ) Isn't that nice? Sitting instead of learning?

[Ben clutches the edges of the control panel as they make their descent, knuckles going white, and wonders if this is the moment where he possibly dies. He keeps thinking that, mourning that he's never going to finish his training to become a Jedi, all the way until they finally land. Alright, so maybe his father has a point about doing upkeep on the ship.]

Fine. I'm coming. And when you end up having to shoot your way out of this-- [Because let's face it, how often does that not happen?] --it's going to prove that I was right.

Your lack of faith in me is almost offensive.

( or at least that's all han says before he turns off the ship's engines along with everything else. he slips out of his seat with a small clap to ben's shoulder before he leaves; the touch lingers and nearly turns into a squeeze at the sight of how pale his boy is, too.

han tries. he's trying. )

Hey, Ben--don't forget your blaster, will you? ( han picks up a toolbox as he hollers loud enough for ben to hear. hopefully. ) Not that anything bad's gonna happen--'cause it won't--but you can never be too careful!

( with that, he opens the main door and steps down into the outside world. )

It's not a lack of faith if it's being pragmatic.

[Han gets a small, crooked smile when he touches Ben's shoulder. It's for that reason that Ben would willingly follow his father to Hell and back. He's not perfect, far from it, but he tries, which is more than enough to make Ben love him.]

We are gonna die... [He mumbles, too low for Han to hear him as he grabs the blaster, sliding it into a holster next to where he's got a lightsaber clipped to his belt. He follows after Han, staying close and hoping that they don't get into trouble before they can do repairs to the ship.]

( han will never admit it out loud: that it makes him happy when ben sticks close to him. he will never for the life of him ever say that he's glad his son hasn't grown up all the way yet because that isn't his style, but it doesn't stop the ridiculous warm feelings he has within him from bubbling up in his chest. these are what the skywalkers do to him, apparently. they reduce him to a feeling man.

but it's not so bad, he decides, as he makes little gestures with his hand for ben to follow him to where he can smell the worst of their problems. the one who sold him the ship (see: had the poor ship taken from him in a gamble) might've boasted of it running on more than one engine, but the fact that one had busted during its maiden voyage makes han wonder if it's worth shit at all. )

You smell that? ( maybe he's not the best teacher, but he figures ben could use a lesson or two that isn't related to the force. ) That's what you call poor engineering.

[It's a good thing Han keeps all of his feelings inside where they should be, because were he to mention any of them out loud, all he'd get from his son would be an eyeroll and sarcastic remark. See, that's the beauty of their relationship. Neither one of them says anything out loud and just take for granted that everything is alright between them.

Ben groans at seeing the damage. He knows a fair deal about ships, but mostly it's how to steer them and keep them up in the air where they belong. Maintenance is something else entirely. He's definitely letting Han take lead on this one.]

We're going to be flying out of here on a wing and a prayer. So how do we fix it?

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my son............... oh the things that could have been

This space soap opera family is gonna be the death of me

keeping up with the skywalkers y/n

This needs to be a parody series right now.

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