(After Arrival:) When he arrived he was still in his gear Endor gear, the forest camo print coat over his black vest, white shirt and Corellian blood strip brown pants. His blaster, at his side had suddenly been drawn and he was on the ready. At first he saw nothing but a library of books... but then there was a person who greeted him. He couldn't place what planet the man was from, but that didn't matter. The blaster was put away but not locked down.
After a conversation with the Librarian Han decided this wasn't an imperial trap, but it might as well be. He was brought here to help... with books. Who used books anymore anyhow? he knows some planets did, but most people out in space adapted to other forms by now. You wouldn't get THIS kind of problem if they were all data and less paper, would you.
He has agreed to help, for the most part. He feels like he has to help, or be stuck here. It doesn't mean he has to like it, correct?
(Market Place:) For Han, walking through a portal and being somewhere else is a bit different. Back home, anywhere back home, they didn't have transporters this advanced yet. At least not that he himself has experienced. There were no magic portals to mystical places. Everything was pretty real (for the most part). This? Stepping from the Library to an Arabian market place (What even was Arabian anyhow? What planet was that?) was ... new. The heat felt like Tatooine (or any number of desert planets he's been to) but the set up was brighter, more colorful and lively.
He stood there at the mouth of the portal, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "Huh..." It LOOKED like a market place, but not one he had ever seen before. "I bet her Highnessness would have liked this..." He said to no one at all.
Han Solo | Star Wars (RotJ era)
When he arrived he was still in his gear Endor gear, the forest camo print coat over his black vest, white shirt and Corellian blood strip brown pants. His blaster, at his side had suddenly been drawn and he was on the ready. At first he saw nothing but a library of books... but then there was a person who greeted him. He couldn't place what planet the man was from, but that didn't matter. The blaster was put away but not locked down.
After a conversation with the Librarian Han decided this wasn't an imperial trap, but it might as well be. He was brought here to help... with books. Who used books anymore anyhow? he knows some planets did, but most people out in space adapted to other forms by now. You wouldn't get THIS kind of problem if they were all data and less paper, would you.
He has agreed to help, for the most part. He feels like he has to help, or be stuck here. It doesn't mean he has to like it, correct?
(Market Place:)
For Han, walking through a portal and being somewhere else is a bit different. Back home, anywhere back home, they didn't have transporters this advanced yet. At least not that he himself has experienced. There were no magic portals to mystical places. Everything was pretty real (for the most part). This? Stepping from the Library to an Arabian market place (What even was Arabian anyhow? What planet was that?) was ... new. The heat felt like Tatooine (or any number of desert planets he's been to) but the set up was brighter, more colorful and lively.
He stood there at the mouth of the portal, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "Huh..." It LOOKED like a market place, but not one he had ever seen before. "I bet her Highnessness would have liked this..." He said to no one at all.