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Fic: The General And The Jedi V: Homecoming (2/2)

Title: The General And The Jedi V: Homecoming (2/2)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Characters/Pairings (this chapter): Han/Luke, Chewbacca, Rolf/Lyra, Jan
Continuity: Star Wars (The Original Trilogy)
Author's Notes: This particular series will follow Han and Luke's married life as they help Leia establish the New Republic. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Angst, Drama
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Han takes Luke to meet his family on Corellia.
Chapter Summary: An old family conflict casts a shadow on the homecoming.
Date Of Completion: July 8, 2019
Date Of Posting: July 27, 2019
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Disney does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 2219
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Notes: Ironically, the background for Han in Solo was what I’d usually envisioned for him: hardscrabble and on his own, but then this alternative background took hold of me before I saw the movie and the idea simmered for years. I like the contrasts between our rogue smuggler and the family he grew up with. :)
For any who think the use of ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ is jarring, I thought ‘Mother’ and ‘Father’ too formal for Han, and ‘Ma’ and ‘Pa’ is more Clark Kent-ish, ha, ha, so I went with ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’. ;)



II

CONFLICT


Fathers and sons
Are always the ones
To battle eternal.


Blaze Starport
Bronze Leaves
2290 O.R.E.
(Old Republic Era)



Han stood on the porch with Luke at his side. Lyra and Chewbacca had remained in the kitchen.

Janette hopped out of the car, blond hair streaming in multiple braids behind her. She was slender and about the same height as Han, her blue eyes almost the same shade as her mother’s. She ran straight to Han and hugged him, laughing and crying. Han hugged her tightly.

When they parted, Han said, “Meet my little sister, kid. Janette, better know as Jan.”

Jan’s smile was sunshine itself. She offered her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Jedi Skywalker.”

“Luke, please.” Luke shook her hand. It was warm and firm.

“And this is my father, Rolf,” said Han.

A large man with a wild mane of reddish-gold curls stepped around the car. Taller than his children by about three inches, his eyes were the same bright hazel as Han’s. A full beard bristled as he held out a big, work-roughened hand. He was dressed in what Luke took for typical farmer’s clothes: brown pants, a tan work shirt, and brown leather boots.

Luke took the proffered hand and shook firmly. Rolf’s both arms were well-muscled and he looked like he might be able to toss Chewbacca a few yards if he had a mind to do so. Rolf looked Luke over with interest.

“So, we’ve got a Jedi Knight in the family now.”

Luke wasn’t sure by his tone whether he considered that a good thing or not.

Rolf turned his attention to his son. “Hello, Han.”

“Hello, Dad.”

Luke almost shivered at the frostiness between the two men.

Rolf turned and walked away, Han’s face impassive and Jan frowning. She gave her brother a little push.

“Go talk to him.”

“Why? He’ll just brush me off.”

“Since when does that stop you?”

Jan wore multiple bracelets like her mother with a cornflower-blue peasant blouse and a pair of dark-blue pants. Luke noticed that she was wearing a necklace with the family crest as an amulet.

Han looked at her with affection. “All right, I’ll give it a try.” He followed his father around to the back of the house.

“Sorry you have to get stuck in family drama,” Jan said.

Luke smiled almost ruefully. “Well, I’m going to be part of the family, so I’m already in the middle of it.”

“You poor man.”

“I see you share your brother’s sense of humor.”

She smiled. “Come inside.”

Luke followed Jan into the house. Lyra called from the kitchen, “Luke, could you come in here, please?”

“Certainly.”

Chewbacca was no longer in the kitchen so it was just Luke and the two women.

“Luke, dear, would you pick some Rapunzel leaf out in the garden?” Lyra asked, handing Luke a small bucket.

“Sure.”

“The garden’s right out back.”

Luke found it easily and searched for a patch of Rapunzel leaf. He was a little uncertain what it looked like and was about to go back in for clarification when his heard voices drift out from a window in the nearby barn.

“Dad, I told you it was the only way.”

Rolf grunted. “And I told you that running off to join the Imperial Fleet wasn’t the way to do it.”

Han sighed. “It was the only way at the time. I wanted to fly, and the only way to do that was to join up.”

“You had obligations here.”

“You know that’s not true. Jan will be leading the clan, not me.”

“So you dump off the responsibilities and run off to joyride?”

Impatience threaded Han’s voice. “Let me tell you, Dad, the Imperial service is no joyride.”

“It shouldn’t be. You joined a ruthless military that crushed us here, taking our resources and oppressing us!”

Luke heard a clanging sound. Hammer on anvil, like an old-fashioned blacksmith?

“Dad…”

“You ran off and left us to deal with the Imps. They came out and took most of our harvest and levied heavy taxes to boot!”

Another clang. Luke could hear the anger in Rolf’s voice. Now it was matched by Han.

“Look, Dad, living under the Empire was tough for everybody. I learned how to fly and then tossed the Imps to become an independent.”

“Smuggler, you mean.”

“That’s right, a smuggler. And I made good money at it, too.”

More clanging. Luke guessed what was the Rapunzel leaf and started picking.

“And then I joined the Rebelliion. Got rid of the Imps once and for all.”

“’Bout the only thing you did right.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Sarcasm was thick in Han’s voice.

“Don’t get smart with me.”

Luke felt embarrassed overhearing this conversation. He quickly picked the Rapunzel leaf and left the garden.

“So, did you get a full basket?” asked Lyra as Luke entered the kitchen.

“Yes.” He handed it over. His head jerked up as he heard the gunning of the hovercar’s engine.

Lyra looked out the window. “Han.” The sound of the car faded. “He’d always take off when he was upset. It was the closest thing he had to flying.”

Luke wondered if the gardening task had just been a ruse. Had Lyra wanted him to overhear the argument?

Jan was chopping vegetables at the counter while Lyra rinsed the lettuce.

“Anything else I can do to help?” Luke asked.

“No, dear. We’re just preparing a salad for dinner later. You go and take a look around the farm.”

Luke liked that idea. He left the house and started across the yard, eager to see more of the brilliant color the season had to offer.

He walked along a path deep into the woods, admiring the lush trees and flowers. Birds were singing and small animals chittering as Luke allowed himself to relax.

Be one with the Force, and you’ll learn about this planet’s nature.

For the next hour, Luke communed with Nature, absorbing its sights, sounds, and smells. It was a little overwhelming. Tatooine had not accustomed him to such bounty.

He emerged from the woods, seeing meadows and fields where the harvest was being picked and cut. Luke recognized wheat and corn, but was unsure of one field. The stalks were a reddish-purple color, similar to wheat but not quite the same. He would have to ask Han about it.

Thinking of Han brought his thoughts back to the argument in the barn. Obviously the subject of Han’s leaving to join the Imperial Academy was a longstanding one, and a source of serious conflict between father and son.

Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru didn’t want me to leave for the Academy, either.

Luke came upon a small pond and sat on the embankment, his back against a tree. Water still held fascination for him in any form. He watched the surface ripple as a strong breeze blew.

A flock of birds flew over the pond, and the peace of the place struck Luke. It would be a good time to perform some mediation exercises. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift first, relaxing mind and body.

He began his exercises with subconscious alacrity. He kept up with his favorite meditations, but gradually fell asleep.

& & & & & &


Luke slowly came awake, conscious of birds singing and a cool breeze on his skin. He also became aware of someone close. A smile spread across his face lazily.

“How long have you been here?” he asked.

“About fifteen minutes.”

Luke opened his eyes to see Han crouched by the pond a few feet away. “Ugh, I fell asleep.” He stretched. “I usually don’t do that while meditating.”

Han skipped a stone over the water. “Pretty relaxed, are ya?”

“Guess so.” Luke rubbed his face. “I think Corellia agrees with me.”

“Your Corellian agrees with you.”

Luke smiled. “Good.” He noticed how subdued Han sounded.

“It didn’t go well with Dad.”

“Oh.” Luke felt uncomfortable. “I…”

“You overheard.”

Luke nodded. He wasn’t sure what to say.

“Mom managed to get you over to the barn, didn’t she?”

“Yes. How’d you know?”

“I know Mom.” Han smirked.

Luke drew up his knees and encircled them with his arms. “I’m sorry you and you father are still at odds.”

“Yeah, well, Dad’s a stubborn one.”

Luke chuckled. “Imagine that. Who would’ve thought a Solo could be stubborn?” Han’s eyes sparkled. “By the way, why is the name ‘Solon’ on the front gate?”

“’Cause that’s our family name.” At Luke’s puzzled look, Han explained. “I just knocked off a letter since I was on my own.”

Luke wondered what it must have been like for the young Han, thirsting for adventure and going off on his own. Had he regretted leaving?

“So farm life wasn’t for you?”

Han sat down on the ground, crossing his legs. He rested his elbows on his thighs.

“Nope.”

“I’m not surprised. Never took you for a farmer. Or nerfherder.”

Han’s tone was rueful as he chuckled. “Not my thing.” He looked at Luke. “I suppose you think I abandoned my responsibilities.” Luke said nothing. “I’m the oldest child, but Jan will head the clan someday, not me.”

“Because you left.” Luke’s tone was not accusatory, just stating a fact.

“No.” At Luke’s surprised expression, Han sighed. “How much do you know about Corellian culture?”

“Well, I know that Corellians are considered natural navigators. You’re considered the best in the galaxy.”

“True.”

“Your people have always been a major force in the Old Republic and now again in the New.”

“Again, true, but do you know about family structure?”

“Isn’t it a nuclear family?”

“At the core, yeah, but each nuclear family is part of a larger clan. The line of descent is through the matriarchy, not the patriarchy.”

“Oh. So there’s a matriarch of the Solon clan?”

Han nodded. “My mother.”

Luke raised his eyebrows. “Impressive.”

Han smiled. “She is” He plucked a blade of grass and rubbed his thumb over it. “Jan is her successor and is in training. My leaving never jeopardized anything.”

“But your father thought otherwise.”

Han shrugged. “In ancient days, he would’ve had a beef. Sons trained for war and to defend the clan. That’s not necessary anymore. We’re spacers now.”

“Well, it’s true that there are a lot of Corellians out there.”

Han stared at the blade of grass he idly twirled. “The men of Corel have always been explorers. A small number were the power behind the throne, at least sometimes.” He smiled ruefully. “Most of the women who ruled were too smart to let any man manipulate them, but there’s always the exception. Women held the power back home, so men sought it elsewhere.”

“That’s fascinating, Han. Most humanoid societies are patriarchal.”

“Yeah.” Han scratched the back of his hand. “The Goddess influenced the direction society went. Some would say that’s why Corellian men are so restless.” He smiled and stretched, a lazy expression on his face.

Luke felt a telltale tingle in his groin. He scooted over closer to his spouse-to-be.

“Restless, huh?”

“That’s what I said.”

The telltale Solo smirk promised good things. Luke grabbed Han’s vest and drew him close. For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes, lips almost touching, then Luke leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Han’s.

As always, a thrill went through Luke at contact. His fingers tangled in his lover’s thick hair as their kiss deepened. Han encircled Luke with his arms and pulled him close.

Breaking apart, Han helped Luke off with his tunic. He discarded his vest and ran his hand over Luke’s bare chest, tweaking his nipples.

Luke shivered. He arched his back, groaning as Han ran his hand over his ribs. Han stroked his stomach, running a finger around Luke’s waistband. Luke moved his hips and Han nuzzled his neck while he pushed Luke’s pants down and rubbed between the Jedi’s legs.

“Han…” gasped Luke.

Han gently bit Luke’s neck and freed Luke’s cock, stroking and squeezing just enough to evoke pleasure, not pain. The younger man was inarticulate with pleasure, thrusting his hips upward, desperate for release.

Han skillfully brought him to climax, kissing him while Luke groaned. The younger man collapsed onto the ground. He stared up at the sky as he regulated his breathing.

“You know, I break every kind of Jedi rule when I do this.”

“Sometimes it’s good to be a rule-breaker.”

Luke chuckled. “Figures that’d be your mantra.” His fingers wandered over to Han’s thigh. “Need some help?”

Han grabbed his hand and placed it between his legs. “What do you think?”

Luke helped Han tug down his pants. Quick fingers kneaded and stroked Han’s cock, whimpers and moans his reward as Han came, long and hard.

After cleaning up they settled in each other’s arms under the golden tree that spread out its branches like a canopy over their heads.

“Wait’ll you see my relatives coming in for the wedding, kid,” Han said sleepily.

“After all I’ve seen in this galaxy?” Luke grinned. “I think I can handle your family.”

Han laughed. “Okay, you’ll see.”

Luke kissed the top of Han’s head. “Yes, I’ll see.”

He settled down to sleep, wondering about the days to come with Han’s family. At any rate, it wouldn’t be dull!

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