This is a spin-off of last week’s short story, Father’s Day with Han Solo.
In an alternate universe, several years before The Force Awakens….
Old Gary the stormtrooper sat sadly in the cantina.
Formerly TK-1287, the retired trooper was having a bad day. He blew what remained of his life savings on a bad bet — he backed the wrong team in the Kessel Races. Now all Gary had left were his blaster and a couple of credits.
Someone took the bar stool next to him, an old man with a scarred face. Silently, Gary debated whether he can mooch him for a drink. But the old geezer didn’t look loaded with credits.
Someone else took the stool on his other side, an old smuggler turned race team captain. That scoundrel Han Solo.
Maybe he can mooch him instead.
“That was a bad race man. Maybe you shoulda stayed in the smuggling business.”
Solo looked at him. “Yeah, the team’s not up to spec today. Do I know you?”
“Yeah man, TK-1287. We captured you back on Bespin!”
There was an awkward pause.
“If it helps, I backed your team today. And I voted for your wife in the Senate polls too.”
Han nodded. “Yeah well thanks for the vote of confidence. So whadya do now?”
“Me? I’m just a drifter seeing the galaxy. Didn’t get to see much during my service, just bulkheads and battlestations. How bout you? How’s the princess?”
“We’re doing alright. Leia’s busy doing political stuff. Me, I finally get to see the Falcon racing without being chased by turbolasers.”
“Great. Last I saw you, you were being carbonited — even told my son about it! Got any kids?”
“Yeah, just one. He’s in Jedi school taking after his uncle. Yours?”
“My little Larry’s in the academy taking after me. Taught him a few tricks too. Jedi school huh? That doesn’t sound good for the poor schmuck.”
Han glanced sideways at him. “What do you mean?”
“Well Vader went to Jedi school, look how that turned out for him. Spent a lotta time in his little black room shipside. Not very social, that guy.”
“Ha, I know what you mean. The asshole tortured me and didn’t even ask anything! Wish he knew I got to bang his daughter.”
“Yeah well that’s the Jedi for you. Maybe you oughta take your kid out, take him starship racin’ or teach him smuggling. The little fucker might turn into a whiny Sith before y’know it.”
Han got a faraway look. “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I should. It’s been awhile since I paid Ben a visit. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Lil squirt might not finish what he started.” Gary turned to face him. “So how ’bout that drink?”
But Han had already left.
The old man in the other stool stood up too. Before he could leave after Han, Gary held his arm. “Hey man, got spare change for a drink?”
“No. Let go. I have Force children to take.”
“Force brats huh? Well there’s one on Jakku. Saw this little scavenger floating junk to her sled when I was marooned there.”
“I see. Thank you for the information.”
“No problem dude. So how ’bout that drink?”
But the old man had also left too.