He was reckless and impulsive, cocky and self-serving. What had Valance done to piss off the gods so much so that he got thrown into a group with him? He felt his face involuntarily curl into a sneer.

The few cadets that were wandering the halls at that hour stared at him with wide eyes as they passed him by. His face was smeared with soot as a result of the flames and his casual cadet’s uniform surely reeked of acrid smoke. Which brought him to this very moment, trudging down the halls, anger and frustration pouring in his chest. “Just trying to help!” he had replied, to which Valance had thrown the hydrospanner at his head, which he ducked and slunk away to hells knew where. 'Kriffing hells solo, what the hells are you doing?” Valance had nearly shouted all the while trying to quench the small flames that belched acrid fumes onto the hangar permacrete. Valance had jumped so badly that he caused a small electrical fire within the jumble of wires, effectively erasing all the work he had done and nearly rendering his TIE useless. “You might wanna watch that connector there, big guy,” Solo had said in that infuriating, grating voice of his. Out of nowhere, Han had come up behind him and nearly caused Valance to give himself a fatal shock. Flux wrench and hydrospanner in hand, he was elbow-deep in the inner workings of his ship.

It was worth the risk that would give him the extra boost he would need to solidly surpass Han as the fastest flier at the Academy. He had been loosening the dampeners on his TIE because he had overheard Han talking to Tamu and Lyttan about and it unfortunately sounded like a smart idea. What his squad had done to warrant a private assignment Valance didn’t know, but he hoped it had been because of his leadership. He had been tuning up his TIE fighter in the hangar bay in his squad’s private hangar on the base, minding his own business. He was fed-up, absolutely over Han Solo’s bantha crik.

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