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No one in their right mind would ever call Han Solo a pious man. He’s a born skeptic who lives by what is there in front of him, not by esoteric explanations of morality and afterlife. To know Han Solo even casually is to know that he believes in nothing but himself and those he is loyal to, and that no amount of space wizardry or precognition or ‘will of the Force’ mumbo jumbo will ever change that.
However, just because Han is a skeptic doesn’t mean he is not also a spacer, and spacers are an incurably superstitious lot. The vast void of space is, despite all technological progress, still largely unmapped and full of unexpected—and often inexplicable—dangers. Rare indeed is the captain whose ship, regardless of size, does not include some arrangement of religious trappings and good luck charms meant to maximize the chances of safe passage. Even the Imperial Fleet relaxes its brutal secularism enough to include minimalistic shrines for the sake of crew morale.
Han is no exception to this rule. In fact, as a man who hedges his bets whenever possible, he’s rather gone to the other extreme: filling the Millenium Falcon with the tokens and talismans and garnishments of as many deities as he can think of who might give him the time of day in a pinch. A few tricksters from the Corellian pantheons, some Shyriiwook saints, the common travelers' and mercantile gods, a Kuati blessing for the Falcon herself... He even has a kriffing Hutt idol that keeps disappearing from its shelf and reappearing the most disgusting locations of the ship. (Chewbacca denies any involvement, but Han only half believes him.) The cockpit is so crowded it could be mistaken for a roadside souvenir stall at a pilgrimage site.
The collection gets Han a few raised eyebrows from the occasional guest or passenger, but he just jokes that every man needs a hobby. He'd prefer one that featured more late nights with beautiful people, but despite his carefully cultivated reputation as a charming rogue, Han's sex life is depressingly sparse, so instead he collects lucky charms and idly researches layouts for different religious shrines to house his various trinkets.
Of course, it's all tongue in cheek. Han doesn't actually believe that any of these deities would look out for an irreverent, unlawful layabout like him. It's just a hobby. They're just trinkets.
--until one of them actually works.