This is quite possibly the most frustrating of all the blocked stories in my collection, since I began writing it nearly 15 years ago, when I was still very much in love with the genre.  Three things made this story freeze up about 80% of the way into it:  1). my mother had begun what would prove to be a long and painful final descent to death from cancer, 2). as I closed in on the climax I had originally planned, I discovered I didn't really like it, and 3). I ran head-on into a new conflict with fan politics, this being the animosity that arises from readers in a genre when they discover that you've "betrayed" them by showing interest in participating in another, even though you have no intention of abandoning the first.  That stuck in my craw badly, and probably kept this story from finding a new resolution and ever being completed.  A pity, since I rather enjoyed it.

Readers who have never been exposed to my SW fiction will probably find themselves lost and/or confused rather quickly.  I have a massive body of completed work in the genre (none of which is available on-line because it had been published in fanzines and is not in a form to be easily converted to epublishing), extremely detailed, and completely out of sync with the professionally published SW books, all of which came about after most of my works had been written and my version of the universe firmly established.  If some of the elements seem familiar to you, it may very well be because at least one of those supposedly professional writers plagiarized my work and that of other fan authors, and did so badly.  At any rate, he did not make use of the more complex things I devised for my version of the universe, a part of which is very important to this story.

In my variant on the SW mythos, I used Han Solo as my most frequent viewpoint character not because I held any especial fondness for the actor or the role, but because he was the character about whom we knew the least, in terms of his past.  Luke and Leia were pretty much open books; we knew where they had been and pretty much knew where they were going.  Not so as much with Han, which left a lot of room for exploring the universe via an already familiar story.  In my take of things, the planet Corellia is an old and powerful economic/industrial center of what was once the Republic, the centerworld of a larger group of colony and affiliated worlds that became vital to Imperial control of such things as starship manufacture after the fall of the Republic.  The Corellian homeworld itself is one of the oldest rootworlds of humanity in the galaxy; in its many years of existence, its society has developed into an extremely complex system of castes and clans, each with very a specfic role in society.  Three separate bodies now govern Corellian society, a political senate, an economic/industrial council, and a social council that governs all matters concerning the castes.  Over the years, the Social Council gained unwarranted power, as one's position in society became more important than anything else.  Hundreds of years prior to events of any of the SW films (excluding Episode 1, which was made years after my stories were conceived and written), the ruling caste of Corellian society became so disgusted by the way in which society had become slaves to the Social Council, they literally packed up and left the planet, becoming the elkuchai, the deliberately homeless, in protest of what they saw as extreme injustice.  On Corellia and planets that still follow the dictates of the Social Council, the elkuchai are frowned upon as irresponsible gypsies, even though they have developed a subculture of their own and have been quite successful in supporting themselves as independent traders between many planets, living on their starships and seldom making any permanent planetside home.

In my writing, Han is a descendant of one of these families, who was accidentally returned to Corellia as a child when, to the best of his knowledge, his parents died and he was left among a clan of Wookiees.  After a few years, the Wookiee elder, meaning well, took the boy back to his own people.  Though Han was eventually able to make his way on a world that had little use for persons of his background, a deliberate frame-up during his first year serving in the Imperial Forces on Corellia wound up with him on the streets, dishonorably discharged from the service and made outcast by the Social Council -- the nearest thing to a certain death sentence on a world where one cannot exist without social position.  The incident which led to his expulsion from the service (told in one of my earliest pieces of fanfic, "Reflections") involved his discovery of illegal slave trading in which his own commanding officer was involved; one of the slaves freed by his action was the Wookiee Chewbacca, who afterward did what he could to help Han survive, in payment of the lifedebt he now owed him.  This story takes place twelve years after Han's discharge, about five years before events in SW: A New Hope.

I'm not sure if there's anything that will ever loosen the block on this story, but since one never knows, here it is.

Oh, and yes, I really did invent an entire Corellian language, which is quite peculiar, but the third full language I constructed for my writings.  I could teach a course....