Ah, we are falling behind on these, aren't we? After several
years off, it is probably ok though. I actually finished reading this book a
couple of weeks ago but I'm finally getting around to writing the review.
If there is an award for the book where Han is the biggest asshole, I think this one wins.
If there is an award for the book where Han is the biggest asshole, I think this one wins.
When last we left our heroes, we actually really weren't
hearing much about our favorite couple. I guess this wasn't so bad though since
Han is just a complete mess and Leia is busy doing her thing. But still, there
wasn't a lot going on for them in the last couple of books. This book seems to
want to make up for that. From what I recall of reading this series fifteen
years ago when it came out, that's kind of how it went. One book would focus
more on some characters, the next one on others. This particular duology
focuses on Han specifically more than most. But don't get too excited about
that, because he is definitely still not himself.
We begin on Kashyyyk, where a memorial service is taking
place for Chewbacca. I'm not really sure how or why it took us several books
between his death to actually get here, but at least it is finally happening,
and we're told it's six months after his death. And for the first time in
several books, the entire Solo family is together, and they are kind of, sort
of, almost seeming normal in spite of the circumstances. Apparently there is
some sort of Wookiee tradition in death that even the humans closest to them,
including Han, don't know about. That's not what this is, though. And
apparently whatever ritual that might have been was not possible because
Chewie's body could not be returned home, which is pretty sad.
The scene of this funeral is told from Threepio's
perspective. During the Wookiee speech he sees Jaina holding Han's hand in both
of hers while Han's eyes look red. There are a lot of little things in this
book where Jaina is sort of Han's go-to while he is really trying not to get
into it with Leia too much. I think while of course I'd prefer it if he went to
Leia more, it seems kind of in character that he is more in tune with Jaina
here. I can see him feeling a lot of guilt when it comes to Leia, and not so
much with Jaina. So he can accept comfort from her without worrying about being
called out on what he's been doing, which Leia would surely be doing. And Han
and Jaina have always seemed to share a close bond.
He also mentions that apparently Han had tried to get into
his old Corellian Bloodstripe pants but his "increased waistline"
would not allow it and he had to help him add the stripes to some new ones. In
the last book they were talking about how Han was all thin and haggard, so
again they can never seem to decide on things to be consistent in these books.
It goes on to say that Leia and Jacen are standing across from Han and Jaina, Leia's
head on Jacen's shoulder.
After the talking is finished, Han mentions to Jaina that he
actually kind of envies Threepio, because he can never know the pain of
grieving. Jaina tries in a motherly way to get him to eat, and he is not
interested but at least he is pretty nice to Jaina and not snippy. Chewie's
wife gives Han a bowcaster that Chewie had made, and his son gives him a
satchel that was also his. There is a brief discussion that apparently Waroo
and Lowbacca will be taking over Chewie's lifedebt. I remember reading this
part when this book first came out and thinking, oh great, so we're just going
to get a replacement Wookiee and act like nothing has changed except the name
of his copilot? Fortunately, Han does not like this idea and does manage to get
them not to come with him.
A little while later, we finally get a quiet Han and Leia
moment for the first time in a very long time. Han is standing over a section
of walkway without any railing among the very, very tall trees.
"You'll want to
watch that first step, flyboy," Leia said from behind him.
Han gave a start but didn't turn around.
"Funny thing is, ground zero's always a lot closer than you
think."
Leia's footsteps drew nearer. "Even if
that's true, you might want to consider a sturdy pair of repulsor
boots."
He aimed a skewed grin over his shoulder.
Kashyyyk's humidity had fashioned a mane of Leia's long hair, and updrafts
tugged at her flowing skirt and sleeveless blouse.
"No need to worry, sweetheart. I'm
already down there."
Leia came alongside him and glanced warily
over the edge. "And I thought the view from our apartment was unnerving
..." She took gentle hold of Han's arm and eased him back from the edge.
"You're making me nervous."
"That's gotta be a first." He forced
a smile. "I'm fine."
Leia's brow furrowed. "Are you, Han? I
heard about what happened with Malla and Waroo."
He shook his head in renewed agitation.
"I have to put an end to this life-debt business once and for
all."
Well, at least Han and Leia are talking again, and it is
almost sort of normal and he isn't hiding away from her.
Chilled by Han's
scowl, Leia straightened her smile. "I didn't mean to sound flippant, Han.
I understand what you're feeling. Today couldn't have been easy for
you."
He averted his gaze. "I wish I understood
what I was feeling. I thought the ceremony would help put things to rest, but
it's only made matters worse. Maybe if I'd been able to retrieve Chewie's body
and there'd been some kind of funeral ..." He allowed his words to trail
off, then shook his head angrily.
"What am I talking about? It's more than
missing out on some ritual."
Leia waited for him to continue.
"I know I can't change what happened at
Sernpidal, but I blame myself for getting us into that fix to begin
with."
"You were trying to save lives,
Han."
"And a lot of good it did
anyone."
"Have you told Anakin that you've made
your peace with not being able to save Chewie?" Leia asked
cautiously.
Bitterness contorted Han's face. "That
was my biggest mistake - putting him in the pilot's seat."
"Han -"
"I don't mean that it was Anakin's fault.
But I know I wouldn't have made the same decisions he made." He snorted a
bitter laugh. "We'd all be dead - Chewie, Anakin, me ... And now this
craziness about continuing the life debt." Han paced away, then whirled to
face her. "There's no way I'm going to be responsible for the death of
another member of the honor family, Leia."
"You weren't responsible."
"I was," he snapped. "Who knows
what kind of life Chewie would have had if I hadn't dragged him all over the
galaxy running spice and chakroot and whatever else we could smuggle."
Leia frowned. "Meaning what, Han? That
you shouldn't have rescued him from slavery? For all you know, Chewie might
have ended up dying in an Imperial labor camp or in some construction accident.
You can't allow yourself to think that way. Besides, don't try to tell me that
Chewie didn't enjoy gallivanting around, with you - and that had nothing to do
with a life debt. You heard what Ralrra said: Adventure was the reason Chewie
left Kashyyyk to begin with. You and he were two of a kind."
Han firmed his lips. "I guess I know
that. Still ..." He shook his head mournfully.
Leia placed her fingers under Han's chin and
turned his head. Positioning herself in his gaze, she smiled broadly. "You
know what I remember most? The time Chewie strapped me to his chest and carried
me across the underside of Rwookrrorro. Like I was a toddler."
Han snorted. "Consider yourself lucky.
One time I had to ride in a quulaar slung from Tarkazza."
Leia clamped a hand over her mouth but laughed
anyway. "Katara's father - the one with the silver stripe on his
back?"
"That's the one." Han laughed with
her, but only for a moment. Then he turned and gazed but over the tree-tops.
"It gets easier for a moment, then I'm right back to remembering. How long
does it take, Leia? Till you're past it?"
She sighed. "I don't know how to answer
that without sounding trite. Life is all about change, Han. Look at this place:
luma-poles have begun to replace phosflea lanterns, repulsorlift vehicles are
replacing banthas ... Things have a strange way of reversing direction when you
least expect them to. Enemies become friends, adversaries become confederates.
The very Noghri who tried to kill me became my protectors. Gilad Pellaeon, who
once came here to enslave Wookiees, fought with us at Ithor against the Yuuzhan
Vong. Could anyone have predicted that?" Leia extended her hands to
massage his shoulders. "Eventually the heartache fades."
Han's muscles bunched under her touch.
"That's the problem. The heartache fades."
He sat down, letting his feet dangle over the
edge of the bridge. Leia squatted behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
They remained unmoving for a long moment.
"I'm losing him, Leia," he said
despondently. "I know he's dead, but I used to be able to feel him
alongside me, just outside the edge of my vision. It's like if I turned quickly
enough, I'd catch sight of him. I could hear him, too, clear as day, laughing
or complaining about something I'd done. I swear, I've had conversations with
him that were as real as this one. But something's changed. I have to think
long and hard to really see him, or hear him."
"You're getting on with your life,
Han," Leia said softly.
He laughed shortly. "Getting on with my
life? I don't think so. Not till I've found some way to make his death count
for something."
"He saved Anakin," Leia
reminded.
"That's not what I mean. I want the
Yuuzhan Vong to pay for what they did at Sernpidal - and for all that they're
continuing to do."
Leia stiffened. "I can understand that
coining from Anakin, Han, because he's young and hasn't figured things out. But
please don't make me hear it from you."
He shrugged out of her hold. "What makes
you think I know any more about life than Anakin knows?"
She dropped her hands by her sides and stood
up. "That's something I hadn't considered, Han."
"Well, maybe you should," he rasped,
without turning around.
And that is the abrupt end of that chapter. Well, at least
briefly they smiled and laughed at each other, and there was some affection and
tenderness there. It is clear that Leia handles grief better than anyone in the
history of the galaxy. At least Han let Leia hug him before he started being
angry again.
Eventually we jump ahead and Han seems to suddenly be in a
rush to get off Kashyyyk rather than waiting another day as initially planned.
Luke starts questioning Han about his sudden need for hasty retreat and Han has
to catch himself before he gets angry and lets him know he is tired of all of
this sympathy. Then he turns to Luke:
Han started up the
ramp, then stopped and whirled. "You know, I don't know what's worse,
everybody's fumbling attempts to make me feel better or your self-importance.
You may think you have me figured out, pal, but you don't. Not by a long shot.
Oh, I know you've lost friends and family, and now, with Mara being sick and
all, but Chewie gave his life for my son, and that makes it different. You
can't know about that, Luke."
"I don't pretend to know about
that," Luke said calmly. "But as you say, I do know something about
grief."
Han held up his hands. "Don't talk to me
about the Force - not now. I told you a long time ago I don't believe in one
power controlling everything, and maybe I was right, after all."
"After all we've been through?"
"What we've been through," Han said,
pointing his forefinger at Luke's face, "had a lot more to do with
blasterfire than swordplay, and you know it."
"It was the Force that brought down the
Empire."
"And just how does that help me?"
Han glanced around at Leia, their three children, Lowbacca, C-3PO, and R2-D2,
all of whom looked uncomfortable. "I don't have the abilities of a Jedi or
the delete functions of a droid. I'm just a normal guy with normal feelings and
maybe more than his share of shortcomings. I don't see Chewie, Luke. Not the
way you claim to have seen Obi-Wan, Yoda, and your father. I don't have the
Force at my back."
"But you do, Han. That's all I'm trying
to tell you. Let go of your anger and bitterness and you will see Chewie."
Han opened his mouth
and closed it. He spun on his heels and hurried up the ramp only to stop and
reverse directions again. "I'm not ready to walk this plank," he
grated as he passed Luke.
"Han!" Leia shouted.
He turned, but looked through her at Jaina.
"Take the Falcon back to Coruscant."
Jaina's eyes widened. She swallowed hard and
stammered, "But what about you?"
"I'll find my own way back," he
yelled over his shoulder as he marched off.
While I don't love the idea of Han turning his back on his
family like this and running away yet again, I do kind of find this whole thing
in character. He feels like an outsider. I think that when he isn't feeling
quite so lost, the fact that he is the only one in his family without the Force
doesn't really bother him. And before he always had Chewie to share that with
anyway. But now, sure, I think he would feel more lost about it than ever. And
again, I also for some reason like that in the end it is Jaina he looks to for
taking his ship back. It's like he knows he can still tell his daughter what to
do and she won't argue with him, unlike Leia who most certainly would, and he
also trusts her completely.
So now we get a little bit of Leia and Jaina, who are on the
Falcon. Jaina was going to go off with Luke but Leia said she didn't want to
fly the Falcon alone. This is another one of those things that has never been
clear to me, there are books that say that you actually can't fly it alone, so
I don't know what is right, but anyway. Jaina notes that Leia looks especially
small in the seat that Chewie used to occupy, and they have been very quiet for
the trip thus far.
"Not often I get
to fly Dad's ship," Jaina said casually, hoping to open a
conversation.
Leia reacted as if she had been yanked from a
trance. "What?"
"I said I was surprised Dad asked me to
fly the Falcon home."
Leia smiled at her. "Record holder at
Lando's Folly ... Rogue Squadron pilot ... Your father thinks very highly of
your skills."
Jaina was quiet for a moment. "I hope he
gets home all right."
Leia laughed. "Don't worry, he'll hop a
freighter or a trader's ship and probably beat us back to Coruscant. He doesn't
need help in that area."
"Or any other area," Jaina said,
frowning.
Leia made her lips a thin line and took her
daughter's hand. "Don't confuse refusing help with not needing it."
"Why is he like
that?"
"How much time do we have?" Leia
joked. "The short answer is that your father wasn't raised the way you and
I were. He didn't have the support of a family or the comfort of a stable
home." She shook her head. "He's been so many things - a swoop racer,
a pilot, an officer in the Imperial Navy, a smuggler - but all those
occupations have one thing in common: they require extreme self-reliance and a
certain amount of aloofness. He didn't grow up accustomed to getting help, so
he's certainly not about to ask for it."
"But he's been acting like he's the only
one who misses Chewie."
"He knows that isn't true, and he's aware
of how he's been acting. When he and I returned to Sernpidal after Chewie died,
he told me he suddenly felt that the world had become unsafe - that he'd always
thought of our family and close friends as almost immune to tragedy, living in
a kind of bubble. How all of us have managed to survive the things we've been
through is nothing short of astonishing. But all the narrow escapes, the flirting
with death, only made Han feel more invulnerable. Chewie's death changed that.
Your father even included Mara's illness as evidence of how insecure and
unpredictable everything has become."
Leia paused, recalling something. "It
didn't occur to me until later on that I'd heard him express the same doubts
once before - just after you and Jacen and Anakin had been kidnapped by
Hethrir. Do you remember how protective he became?"
Jaina shook her head. "Not
really."
"Well, you were pretty young. But trust
me, your dad wouldn't let any of you kids out of his sight for months."
Leia glanced at Jaina. "He'd like to have everyone believe he's a hardened
skeptic, but the fact is, he runs on faith."
"Then why is he keeping such a distance
from everyone?"
"Because giving in to his pain would
require him to break down and really grieve, instead of shutting himself off
from the world. And he's too slick for that."
"Is that how he got that
nickname?"
Leia shook her head. "That's another
story."
Jaina tortured her lower lip with her teeth.
"Mom, he will come home, won't he? I mean, we're all he has right now,
right?"
"Of course," Leia started to say,
when C-3PO interjected, "I only hope it's enough."
I did enjoy this little exchange, and I think it is a good
example of how Leia knows Han so well because her assessment is entirely
accurate. Although definitely a little sad that you can tell Leia is concerned that she may have lost him completely at this point. She is still maybe being more patient about it than Han really
deserves though. I also liked the little call back to when the kids had been
kidnapped and that after they came home Han wouldn't let any of them out of his
sight. I can definitely see that being the case. Also good that Jaina doesn't
really remember it, because go read the review of that book, you forget how
traumatizing that ordeal would've been for those poor kids. I also liked the
bit where Leia says Han still wants everyone to believe he is a hardened
skeptic, but she knows he is not.
Oh, now random aside, remember how Mara is very sick? In
this book she is doing especially poorly and was not able to accompany everyone
to Kashyyyk. We also got this annoying line when Luke is with her: "... one of the more devastating
aspects of Mara's illness had been its detrimental effect on the depth and
intensity of their bond."
Ok, we get it, they are SOOOOO special and no couple ever
has been so intensely bonded. Whatever, moving on.
Han finally makes it back to Coruscant and waited a few days
to finally go check out the Falcon. Then we have a very lengthy passage where
Han recounts every major event in its history, from the time he won her from
Lando, narrow escapes, meeting Luke, his first kiss with Leia, all of the
various modifications made over the years. Of course he desperately misses
Chewie because he was such a big part of most of those memories. But after
going over every detail of the exterior and the interior, he is interrupted.
It's Roa, one of Han's old friends from way back in his smuggling days, and he
wants Han's help. This is the beginning of bringing back some old school Han
from before he became the family man. And I would even venture to say that
doing it this way, like they do in these books, in this temporary way, is much
more acceptable than how it happens in the so-called "new canon." But
again, anyway....
Han brings Roa back to his apartment, and Roa gives Han a
hard time about the fact that he is living in such a big, fancy place, where
Han downplays it and says it's all just because of Leia. Han goes up to see her
when Threepio tells him she is packing to leave again. She has been busy
dealing with refugees. I think that is one of the things that makes this all more
believable, Leia is not chasing after Han and trying to figure out what to do
about him because she is way too busy dealing with this war. They share a
rather short conversation and Han mentions he is not taking the Falcon and she
can take it out if she wants.
Leia studied him.
"Han, what's all this about?"
"We're just going to check up on a mutual
friend."
"And you have to leave immediately?"
Han shot her a look. "Now or never, Leia.
It's that simple." He grabbed a travel pack from the closet and began to
stuff clothes into it.
Leia watched him for a long moment. "Can
you at least stay until Anakin gets home? You've been avoiding him all
week."
Han kept his back to her. "You can tell
him good-bye for me."
Leia moved deliberately into his view.
"You two have more to say to each other than good-bye. He's confused, Han.
You tell him he shouldn't feel responsible for what happened on Sernpidal, but
your silence and anger send the opposite message. You have to help him through
this."
Han looked at her. "What's he need me
for? He's got the Force." His eyes narrowed. "What was it Luke said
to me? Something like, because the kids are Jedi, I won't be able to keep up
with them much longer. Well, that's exactly what's happened. They've grown
beyond me."
"Luke didn't mean that the way you're
taking it." Leia approached him. "Han, listen to me. Anakin's need to
avenge Chewie has as much to do with pleasing you as absolving himself. He
needs your understanding and your support. He needs your love, Han. Even the
Force can't grant him that."
Han blew out his breath. "If you're
trying to make me feel guilty, award yourself a medal."
"I'm not trying to make you feel guilty.
I'm only trying to -" She stopped herself and let her shoulders sink.
"Forget it, Han. You know what? Maybe it'll be good for you to get away
for a while."
Without comment, Han went to the wall unit and
began to rummage through one of the drawers. In a moment he had hold of his
thirty-yearold BlasTech DL-44. He ran his thumb over the nub of the front sight blade, then he slipped
the weapon into its holster, purposely cut to expose the blaster's trigger guard.
Leia watched him place the handgun in his
pack. "Promise me that's for a quick-draw contest," she said
worriedly.
End of chapter. So, once again, Han and Leia are headed off on their own. I guess at least that last interaction could've probably been a lot worse, right? So, Han is on the ship with Roa, about ready to go, when Anakin shows up. They're still kind of awkward around each other, but I guess at least on slightly better terms than before and Anakin doesn't seem quite so afraid of Han.
End of chapter. So, once again, Han and Leia are headed off on their own. I guess at least that last interaction could've probably been a lot worse, right? So, Han is on the ship with Roa, about ready to go, when Anakin shows up. They're still kind of awkward around each other, but I guess at least on slightly better terms than before and Anakin doesn't seem quite so afraid of Han.
"I - I have
something for you." Anakin unclipped a small leather case from the belt
that cinched his tunic. "Consider it a going-away present."
The lightweight cylinder Han prized from the
case was shorter than his hand and no more than four fingers wide. Scored along
its length, it appeared to be made of some sort of shape-memory alloy.
"I give up," he said at last.
"What is it?"
"A survival tool." Brightening
slightly, Anakin took back the device and ran through procedures for accessing
a score of miniature utensils, including knife blades, spanners, a luma, and
the like. The tool even featured a macrofuser and a miniature transpirator.
For a moment, Han didn't know what to say.
"Look, kid, it's a clever piece of hardware, but I don't have any hiking
trips planned for the near future."
"Chewie made it for me," Anakin said
evenly.
Han's face fell. "All the more reason I
can't take it, if he made it for you."
Anakin placed it in Han's hand nevertheless.
"I want you to have it, Dad." His eyes darted nervously.
Han started to protest but thought better of
it. The tool was a peace offering, and refusing to accept it would only widen
the rift that had separated them since Sernpidal.
"First, Chewie's bowcaster and shoulder
bag, now a survival tool. I usually don't do this well at birthdays." He
forced a smile and turned the tool about in his hands. "Who knows, maybe
it'll come in handy."
"I hope it does," Anakin
muttered.
Han lifted an eyebrow. "Why's that sound
like some cryptic remark your uncle would make?"
"I only meant that Chewie would get a
kick out of your using something he made."
"Yeah, he probably would at that,"
Han said, averting his gaze. "Thanks, kid."
Anakin was about to speak when Roa called down
to Han from the top of the ramp.
"We're cleared for liftoff."
Han turned to Anakin. "Time to
go."
"Sure, Dad. Take care."
They embraced, stiffly and briefly. Han
started for the Happy Dagger but stopped halfway up the ramp and swung back to
Anakin. "It's going to be all right, you know."
Anakin stared at him, blinking back tears.
"What is - the war, my feeling terrible about Chewie, or your taking off
without letting anyone know where you're going?"
And again, end of chapter. Honestly, this book is kind of
annoying with abrupt chapter ends, seeming to leave off final remarks from Han.
What did he say? Did he give any indication either way even if he didn't
respond verbally? Apparently we'll never know. I guess we should at least be
glad that Anakin is back to talking to Han and Han is no longer mad at Anakin.
But seriously Han, give your family a break, huh? The small good thing is that
not long after this as Han is remembering that terrible day he lost Chewie, he
remembers his words to Anakin, "You left him." And he very much
regrets having said that to him and wishes there were some way he could take it
back. So I guess that's good. But maybe he should try telling his son that.
Han had not known where he was going when he left, and he
wound up on..... Ord Mantell. The galaxy is really small in Star Wars because
they are always mentioning and going to the same planets. That was also where
Leia was going, and Han knows that. And not long later, we find out it also
happens to be the Vong's next target.
Things start to get crazy and Han loses Roa, who may or may
not be dead, and then finds himself saving a Ryn who won't leave him alone. At
one point as they are escaping the Ryn says he is too young to die, and Han
says, "Yeah, and I'm too well known." Exactly. Han Solo can't die.
Even he knows that. Han also then finds himself in a similar situation that
Anakin had been in on Sernpidal:
It also dawned on Han
that he was in the same position Anakin had found himself in on Sernpidal,
forced to choose between the lives of a shipload of strangers and the life of
one friend. The realization pierced Han's heart like a vibroblade, and he swore
to himself that if he made it home in one piece, he would put things right with
his estranged son.
FINALLY he sounds like maybe he will soon come to his
senses. After some more chaos, things calm down and Han actually runs into
Threepio, and knowing the droid will not be able to keep this meeting to
himself, Han relents and goes to see Leia in her hotel. She does at least
attend to some of his wounds, applying bacta to his forehead. This little
meeting though does not go well.
"What will you do
now?"
Abruptly Han stood up and paced away from the
vanity, combing his hair back from his face with his fingers. "I don't
know. Look for him, I guess."
Leia regarded him with disbelief. "Look
for him? How do you intend to do that?"
Han shook his head. "I don't know
yet." He glanced at Leia and scowled. "What do you expect me to do -
pretend it never happened?"
"Of course not. I only meant -"
Han waved his hand at
her. "Ah, how could I expect you to understand?"
Leia folded her arms and squinted. "You
think I don't know what it's like to lose a friend?"
Han held up a hand. "I don't need you
reminding me about Alderaan or Elegos A'Kla -"
Leia's eyes flashed. "Have you completely
lost your mind? How dare you say that?"
Han met her gaze. "Careful, Leia,"
he advised, "I'm not in the best mood."
Leia clutched her neck in elaborate concern.
"And I certainly wouldn't want my name added to the list of people who
have crossed the infamous Han Solo."
Han pivoted slightly to throw C-3PO a wry
glance. "Great little fighter for her weight, don't you think,
Threepio?"
C-3PO stared at him. "Pardon me for
asking, sir, but -"
"Are you coming back to Coruscant with
us?" Leia asked, planting her fists on her hips.
Han shook his head. "It's like I told
you, Roa and I were interrupted."
"And you've no intention of telling me
what this is about."
Han shrugged.
"What happened to the man who preferred a
straight fight to sneaking around?"
Han's brow furrowed and his jaw dropped a bit.
"Who's sneaking around?"
She frowned in disappointment. "You've
changed, Han."
"What are you talking about?" he
protested. "I'm the same as ever. Timeproof, weatherproof, rust
resistant."
"You think so?" Leia took him by the
shoulders and swung him around to face the mirror. "Take a good
look."
Han fell silent for a moment. "That's not
the years, it's the parsecs."
Leia exhaled wearily. "You can be so
exasperating."
He snorted. "Yeah, I guess you wish you'd
married some pro zoneball player instead of a smuggler, huh?"
Leia firmed her lips in anger. "That's
not it at all." She gestured to the window. "It's reckless of you to
be roaming about out there. For all you know, the Yuuzhan Vong have some kind
of dossier on you.
There might even be a price on your head."
"I'm not exactly 'roaming about,'
Leia."
"Then tell me what you're
doing."
Han started to say something but stopped
himself and began again. "I knew it would be a mistake to come here,"
he mumbled.
Leia stepped back in genuine dismay. Now she
stopped Han when he started to speak. "You know what I think, Han? I think
that you should plot a course around Coruscant until you've worked this out. I
mean it."
Han nodded, tight-lipped. "Maybe you're
right, Leia. Maybe that's for the best."
She made no attempt to restrain him as he
snatched his travel pack from the floor and let himself out. But no sooner did
the door seal than she sank to the bed, as if stunned.
"Well, that certainly wasn't in the
plans," she said flatly to C3PO.
"The plans, Mistress?"
She looked at him askance. "It's an
expression, Threepio. I didn't really have any plans."
C-3PO appeared to slouch. Leia smiled in spite
of herself. "Human thinking isn't all it's prized to be, Threepio. In
fact, sometimes it's better not to know what's on someone else's mind."
This might be my least favorite Han and Leia passage in the
EU that is not in COPL. So many things wrong here, and I'd also argue that
this, to me, doesn't really feel like them, does it? Han is practically
heartless, throwing Alderaan into the conversation. And given how he is acting,
I actually don't think Leia gets nearly as mad as he probably deserves. I guess
I can't really see Han being quite this selfish and talking to Leia like that.
There were parts of this estrangement that seemed to make more sense to me,
this was definitely not one of them. What do you think? Given this exchange, I
wouldn't blame Leia for never wanting to speak to him again.
So, Han goes and gets drunk again. And then he decides he
needs to get to Bilbringi and has Threepio arrange passage by impersonating
Leia. Han still just seems like a heartless jerk through all of this. Han
boards the Queen of the Empire, and briefly - BRIEFLY - thinks about how Lando
apparently had met Bria aboard that ship. Then he runs into the Ryn he had
helped escape before and learns his name is Droma. Droma is like the alien
version of what you think John Boyega was probably like with Harrison Ford,
acting like they are totally best friends and not leaving him alone. Of course
he is a pilot, because just, of course he is. Han is still acting under an
alias though and tells him he is more of a mechanic. Oh, but Han hears a song,
and this happens:
From the restaurant
came the strains of "Smoky Dreams," a song that had been perfectly
matched to Bria Tharen's whiskey contralto, and one she would often sing.
"The song reminds you of something,"
Droma said, observing Han cannily.
Han smiled without showing his teeth.
"Good old days."
"How old?"
"Old enough to be good," Han told
him.
Stop thinking about your old girlfriend, Han!!! Ugh, it's so
hard to tell if he is thinking of her because he wants her back or if it's just
because Chewie was alive then. Newsflash, Han, Chewie was also alive most of
the time you were with Leia! But Han just keeps on playing sabacc and
pretending he is 22 again.
Leia is back with Luke and Mara, telling them about the
whole incident and she is none too pleased with Han accusing her of not
understanding his grief. Luke tries to be reassuring.
"When Han and I
first met, he had me convinced that he was as reckless as he pretends to
be," Luke continued. "But Obi-Wan said something I'll never forget.
He said that there was more to Han than met the eye, and that he had real
substance beneath his callous front." He smiled in recollection and looked
at Leia. "Obi-Wan also said that only a special person would have a
Wookiee for a companion - and that not just any Wookiee would be found roving
the galaxy in the company of someone like Han."
Leia smiled sadly. "You don't have to
remind me that Han's special. But that's just the problem. He needs that kind
of companionship. Chewie and Han, I don't know, they seemed to steady each other.
Chewie kept Han in check."
Leia at least still thinks Han is special. Again, probably
more than he deserves at this point. Threepio then bursts in frantically to
tell them that the Queen of the Empire is under attack. They have no idea why
he is so worked up over it, and he explains how Han is on board and it was his
fault. So of course they decide they need to go after him.
"We could
go," Luke said.
Mara threw him a dubious glance. "Even if
we used the Namadii Corridor, we'd never make it in time."
Leia shot to her feet. "You're forgetting
one thing. We'll be flying the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy!"
At least Han leaving Leia the Falcon turned out to be a good
thing.
Ok, so more battle stuff, craziness, and, like always, they
all run into each other again amidst the chaos.
Leia's face lit up. She tried to run to Han's
arms, but he deftly avoided contact.
"Did you spot any departing shuttles when
you were coming in?" he asked.
She shook her head. "We -"
"Leia, meet Droma," he said in a
rush, dragging the Ryn between them. "Droma: my wife, Leia." Leia
blinked. "Droma? Who -"
"The corvette," Han said to Luke.
"Is it away?"
"No, Han -"
"Reck must be headed for the Yuuzhan Vong
ship," Han said, shooting Droma a look. "Reck?" Leia asked.
"Peace Brigade," Han said, as if one word. "They reclaimed the
defectors."
Luke regarded him with intense interest.
"Defectors?" Han turned to him and a fragile-looking Mara, clenching
his fists in recall of what Elan had said about a Yuuzhan Vong-introduced
illness.
"No time to explain." He raced up
the ramp. Droma glanced at Leia. "Nice to meet you," he said, then
dashed up the ramp, stiff tail shaking behind him.
Luke looked at Leia in puzzlement. "Han,
wait," he started to say, when Leia laid a restraining hand on his
arm.
"No, Luke, let him go." She gazed up
the ramp as Han and his accomplice were vanishing from view. "I've a
feeling he needs this."
Ok, seriously? How understanding are we expecting Leia to be
by now? Han has been trying to avoid her completely, and when that isn't
possible, he just ignores her. It's all just getting to be a little too much
and she doesn't seem to be all that bothered by any of it.
There was a bunch of stuff with 2 Vong, 1 being Vergere who
you have heard/will hear more about. Apparently they were going to kill Han,
but as you can imagine, they were not successful. They do, however, get a hold
of Vergere's tears, which prove to be some sort of antidote to Mara's illness,
and she utilizes them and immediately starts to feel better. So, good news
there, I guess.
Eventually we skip ahead to the Solos actually being home,
which should probably be nice but of course isn't really. Han mentions how
something told him that he could've died at the hands of the Vong there but he
was able to evade it, and he is telling this to Anakin while Leia looks on.
"Thanks."
Anakin's brooding look changed to one of
perplexity. "For what, Dad?"
"For not telling me that I was hearing
Chewie through the Force."
Anakin smiled. "Yeah, like I'd even think
about saying that to you."
Han raised his index finger. "And don't
even think about telling your uncle, either. All I need is for Luke to hear
that I'm hearing voices. This is strictly between you and me and the stair
pillar, got it?" He turned slightly in Leia's direction. "No offense,
sweetheart."
Leia showed him a blatantly counterfeit smile.
"Better the stair pillar than the tread, sweetheart."
I never thought I would dislike reading Leia calling Han
sweetheart, but it's like you can just tell she is saying it in anything but an
endearing manner. But, there is at least some good news for father and son.
Han nodded smugly,
stood up, and approached Anakin. "Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks for
showing up at Roa's ship that day." He proffered the survival tool.
"If it wasn't for this ... well, you know all about that."
"Thank Chewie," Anakin said.
"He made it."
Han shook his head. "I've already thanked
Chewie. This is something between you and me." He grasped Anakin by the
shoulders and tugged him into a tight embrace.
Leia thought her heart might break. Her hand
flew to her mouth and she fought back tears.
Han moved Anakin away, but he kept his hands
on his son's shoulders. "I'm sorry for what I said and the way I've been
acting since Chewie died, Anakin. We did everything we could have done at
Sernpidal, and Chewie knew that. We both know who's responsible for his dying.
But I don't want vengeance prompting you to do anything foolish, you
understand? You and Jacen and Jaina are more important to me than you'll ever
know."
Anakin nodded and almost grinned. He and Han
embraced once more.
Finally! A direct, unambiguous resolution to something, and
Han admitting he was wrong. It's about time. Anakin tells Han that he has to go
off with Luke, and Leia interrupts and tells them that Mara is on the upswing,
and they share a little family group hug. Anakin finally goes to leave.
"Hey, kid,"
Han shouted as Anakin was heading for the skyway bridge. "Any chance that
Lowbacca's become so busy with Jedi stuff that he and Waroo have forgotten
about the life debt?"
"Not when I spoke to him last."
"Blast," Han muttered. "I guess
I'm going to have to deal with this sooner or later." He glanced at Leia
and smiled. "So Vergere was on the level, after
all." He gave his head an incredulous shake. "It's funny the way
things work out. You go in search of one thing and end up finding something
else. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was the Force at work."
Leia kept quiet.
Han narrowed his eyes and nodded.
"Wookiees have an expression, that the real quarry of every hunt is the
unexpected. But I guess you tend to forget that when you've been out of the
game for a long while."
Leia heard something different and troublesome
in his tone. She indicated his travel pack. "That hasn't left your side
since you got back," she said, as casually as she could. "Are you
going to unpack or are you planning to have it stuffed and mounted?"
Han moved for the pack. "No use in
unpacking just yet."
Leia folded her arms under her breasts.
"I guess I should have seen this coming. Then you're not really
home."
"I've been home too much lately." He
grinned at her. "I figured you must be getting tired of seeing me hanging
around."
Leia didn't move. "Don't try to turn this
around, Han."
Sigh, here we go again. Han mentions going back out to help
with Droma.
She took a step toward
him. "Do Wookiees have anything to say about taking senseless risks? Not a
moment ago I stood here listening to you caution Anakin against doing anything
foolish, and now you tell me you're going off after Roa and Droma's missing
clanmates. Make up your mind which way you want it to be, Han."
"What's wrong with having it both
ways?"
Leia snorted. "Relapse complete. Say
hello to your former self, Han."
"Relapse, nothing. This is the same me
you married, sweetheart. Besides, you're one to talk. While I was moping around
here, you were on Dantooine, in Imperial Remnant space, all over the place,
taking exactly the same kind of risks."
"Are you saying that if I give up helping
refugees, you'll give up your fling with the past?"
"My fling?" he said. "What do
you call what you're doing?"
Leia started to say something but changed her
mind and began again. "The New Republic is in a tough spot, Han. I could
use your help."
Han held up his hands. "I've heard that
before."
"And you've usually listened."
Han paced to the railing and back, avoiding
her gaze. "In a way I'm already helping you out. I mean with Droma's
family being refugees and all ..."
Leia fell silent for a moment. As relieved as
she was to see him finally emerging from grief, she couldn't help but sense
that he was intent on starting over, as he had done all his life - from
abandoned kid to Imperial officer, and from smuggler to Rebel leader - always
recreating himself. From what little she knew of Droma from their few
encounters, he seemed cut from the same cloth. For all Droma's concerns about
his scattered clanmates, he was a drifter and a rogue at heart, addicted to
adventure.
Leia watched Han pace the edge of the balcony.
"I don't know how you've done it for so long," she said finally.
He stopped to look at her. "Done
what?"
"Raise a family. Walk so far from the
edge."
"That was just my 'fling' with
stability." He tried out his grin, but it didn't work. "Look, I'm
just leaving, okay? I've got obligations."
"What about your obligations to
us?"
"This has nothing to do with
us."
"Oh, no?" She advanced on him.
"I learned a long time ago that you couldn't be bound by anyone's preconceived
ideas of who you should be. And I'll admit I love that about you. But keep one
thing in mind: I'm not Malla, Han. I won't have you dropping by here once a
year, using our home as a base for your escapades."
Han curled his upper lip. "You're way off
the mark."
She smiled faintly. "I suppose we'll just
have to see about that."
Han frowned sadly, then put his arms around
her. "Trust me."
She leaned away to show him a dubious look.
"I've heard that before."
He raised her hand and kissed the palm.
"Tuck that in your pocket for later on."
Scooping up his pack, he made for the sky
bridge without looking back.
I am getting PTSD reading this stuff. I remembered hating it
when I read it all 15 or so years ago, and I might hate it even more now. And
again, I'm not even sure how to take any of this. I mean, I guess at the very
end Han is almost kinda sorta reassuring to her by saying that what is going on
isn't really about them? And that Leia shouldn't worry that she is going to be
like Malla? He's not doing a great job of being reassuring though, and
continues to behave without any regard whatsoever for her feelings on anything.
Han then flies off with Droma, and they are trying to find
his sister who is a refugee. It basically seems as though Droma is being set up
to replace Chewie as Han's new copilot no matter how much Han tries to insist
otherwise. And, end of book.
I think I'm going to have to give this one a Han and Leia
factor of 1 again. Yes, another 1. But you read this review, right? Seriously,
Han is just way too callous and selfish here. Being grief-stricken and running
away is one thing, but being so seemingly heartless in his interactions with
Leia is just too much for me. No, no, no. It's like how in COPL if Leia had
really treated Han like that, I would want him to leave her. Well, here, if Han
really treated Leia like that, I think I'd want her to leave him.
I can't tell you how much I want to get to the part of this
series where they reconcile!
