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"Keeping out of trouble isn't something I associate with you, Solo." Wedge chuckled, clapping Han on the shoulder gently. "Glad to hear you're well, though. Chewie doing good?"

"Ah, you know how it is. Damn busy." The pilot offered a bright smile to the Captain. "What about yourself? Handling well?"

Okay, he'll let him have it, but just this once

Cough. That isn't difficult. Cough.

Thinking? Because the skies are clear and perfect for a flight."

That. . . may've come out at a higher pitch than he'd anticipated. Clearing his throat, he continued, "We can never have enough pilots, especially ones like yourself - you've got that look of a determined individual."

His head to the side slightly. His eyes then widened slightly at her next words - at the mention of the First Order. "No - no, I'm with the Resistance. Who... who are you?"

See some sort of tourists office near here. At least - I think that's what it was supposed to be." Well, he wasn't being much help, but he tried his best.

Relate. The young man cast a quick glance over his shoulder, and he could just about see his parents, so saw no harm in hanging back for a second to answer this lady's question. "I'm sorry, no. I'm not from the city either." He finished with a short chuckle. "I did -

Busy gawking and perhaps laying some harsh judgement on the city around.

Debris. Evil lurked there. Perhaps not obvious evil, but it was there nonetheless. ❝Come on, Wedge. Don't get lost.❞ He heard his mother speak over the commotion, but he paid little attention, mumbling a soft "Yes Mam." He neglected to speed up his pace, he was too -