Han was walking back through the halls of the Resistance base, the lighting lower now that most people were sleeping, while Chewie walked a few paces behind him. Occasionally a droid or guard could be heard but other than that it was silent, and for some reason tonight this silence made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.

"I've got a bad feeling Chewie." He said to his co-pilot. "What about you?"

The Wookie gave a sound of agreement as they kept walking.

"Yeah well, if I trip catch me before I break something will you?" Han joked. "That's about the only bad thing that could happen at the moment."

A rumble of a laugh came from Chewie but it was short lived, the Wookie knew Han was usually right about when something bad was about to go down.

He paused at the divergence in the hallway as a flicker of movement caught his eye, Han had planned on going to see his son before heading off to see Leia considering something seemed to be wrong with Alder in the past weeks, but that darting figure had seemed a bit suspicious. With a glance at Chewie he took the path that would follow the figure outside... perhaps they were a spy for the First Order that the Resistance hadn't found yet? Han went for his blaster just in case things got violent and heard Chewie ready his own as well.

At first he thought it had been a figment of his imagination when they didn't see anyone, but then a bone-white masked figure stepped out of the shadows. Han stopped walking, his weapon still at his side. "Who are you?"

The figure answered by activating a blood red blade and taking a slow step forward. Han tensed and raised his blaster, firing it at the figure and watching as each blast was deflected. Even Chewie's attacks were successfully dodged. An invisible hand then proceeded to shove him back so he skidded along the ground roughly before landing by Chewie.

"Go sound the alarm, you useless ball of fur!" He shouted and started getting to his feet.

Sending Chewie away would put him in danger, Han was well aware of that, but it was better for everyone to be prepared than risking more lives. After making sure Chewie was gone, he turned back to see the dark side user shaking his head as if in confusion before coming in for another attack. Han fired several more attacks before feeling one getting deflected and slamming back into his body, sending him to the ground as blood began oozing from his injured flesh. Near silent footsteps approached him and the heavy sound of the helmet falling near his skull rang in his ears before the killer came into view.

Han's eyes widened as he saw the face of his son Alder. So now both his children had turned... too much Vader was in them. "A-Alder, why?"

"D-dad." Alder's voice cracked as he fell to his knees as his side and stared at the wound. "I'm... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean it."

Han took a wheezing breath as he tried to get more air to speak. "Alder... don't-"

A dark expression fell over his son's face as he grabbed the helmet off the ground. "My name isn't Alder, it's Lucifi."

"I don't... care what you think y-your name is!" He snarled, trying to sit up despite the pain. "You are my son! Now stop this... stop b-before it's too late."

But he already could tell it was. The mask was staring down at him again; his last child had been consumed, no murdered, by the dark side just as Han was about to be. The red blade activated again as the man who called himself Lucifi stood up and prepared to finish the deed and erase him from the galaxy. A burning filled his body as the lightsaber went into his torso and was pulled out swiftly, alarms were going off and shouting could be heard from nearby. Dying rapidly now, Han weakly grabbed his son's cloak, staying Lucifi for a moment.

In that moment he saw his son through the eyes of the mask, the shaking of his hands as he saw what had happened. But it passed quickly once more as they drew away and ran off, Han watched him go before closing his eyes one last time while he swore Chewie could be heard wailing as he ran back to him. All he could think of however, was how he had failed his family before death finished closing its grip on him.