Vader And Me
Darth Vader. Is. My father.
Sigh. There, I said it. I feel like this is a support group. Hello, my name is Han Solo, and Darth Vader is my father.
You know, I haven't actually said that to anyone before. I mean, Vader is an evil, psychopathic, murdering bastard. It's not something to brag about. I haven't even told my friends. Like, how could I expect Luke or Leia relate to this? I haven't even told Chewie.
It's not like I have proof, either. There were rumors. Whispers among my relatives. No one wanted to tell me the truth, I had to figure it out on my own.
It's part of the reason I went to the Imperial Academy. I guess I was hoping to work my way up the chain of command and eventually confront him in person. I don't know what I would have said. That plan didn't pan out anyway, so it doesn't matter now.
Vader. He killed Porkins. I sent Jek's mom a message, after his death. If she found out that I was the son of her son's murderer... I couldn't take that.
I'll tell you another secret: when no one is around, I practice quick-drawing my blaster. On the off-chance that I ever run into Vader, that's the first thing I'm going to do. No talking. No thinking. See Vader => Shoot Blaster. Ask questions later. I know it's stupid, I'll never ever see V-man in the 'flesh', but it makes me feel better.
It doesn't matter how much I practice, though. It won't bring Jek back.