LUKE SKYWALKER OPEN POST.

• word association.
• tfln.
• sw au / general alternate universe.
• picture prompt / song lyric.
• random scenario.
• honestly i'm down for anything, feel free to get creative! just pls no smut.
• word association.
• tfln.
• sw au / general alternate universe.
• picture prompt / song lyric.
• random scenario.
• honestly i'm down for anything, feel free to get creative! just pls no smut.
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So he sits and works and tries to neither overfocus or underfocus on what's taken place. He knows exactly where he burnt his father's body. He tries to resist the urge to return to that clearing.
He's readying his X-wing, now, making sure it's good for another run. He hasn't flown with his squadron in some time, and he no longer knows their formations. He's a Jedi now, full time, anyway. Did Jedi fly in formation? They probably didn't. Still, it's his ship, and he's got to make sure it's ready to take him wherever the rebels need him to be.
He's wearing his flight suit now, poking around in the interior. R2 is next to him, and they converse idly about the state of the X-wing.
"Well, I don't know, maybe someone has spare exhaust wiring," Luke replies after another round of beeping. The lower half of his body is currently hanging out of the X-wing, and his voice is muffled from bouncing off metal and wire. After another volley of beeping from R2, Luke peeks his head out of the ship. "You want to look for tubing? Will anyone here understand you? Besides the droids, you know what I mean."
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Luckily, she'd had plenty of practice getting underfoot with her brother, and the rebel staging isn't quite so organized as operations would be once the New Republic military got into full swing. She's borrowed a mechanic's jumpsuit and some supplies, and trots about with an armful of tools, trying her best to look like she belongs. Jaina's heard stories of how things were. The need to accept help and resources where available, right down to substituting wood for parts in A-wings.
And she certainly has the skill in engineering to pull of the role until she can find her uncle, though it's R2's familiar beeps and swiveling blue-and-white dome that finally have her zero in on Luke's fighter. No way she would have spotted Luke in his current position.
Jaina juggles the crate in her arms to give the little astromech a little wave, before piping up with a quick "Uncle Luke, need a hand?"
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He pops his head out of the X-wing again, now squinting through some engine grease that's dangerously close to getting in his left eye. Next to him, R2 rumbles excitedly.
Luke looks over to see a little girl who looks... eerily familiar. How did a child get here? Luke shakes his head. "I'm sorry," he grins. "I think I should be asking you that, shouldn't I?" Because clearly they're lost, and a little confused.
They'll deal with this 'uncle Luke' business later. (Did Han put her up to this?)
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Also, she's always wanted to work on an actual X-wing. She's rebuilt a TIE fighter, and done plenty of work on Tenel Ka's little Hapan ship, but Luke isn't putting in many hours in a snubfighter in her time. And Leia won't let her have her own, which is always a shame. She rubs hands together as she steps up to the machine, brimming with enthusiasm.
"How about a little multitasking? I bet we can finish up your work before we've finished catching up."
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Still, it means this little girl has all of his attention.
"Wait," he says, smiling. He brushes the engine grease out of his eye, which means it ends up streaked and sticky in his hair. He's had worse; on Tatooine, it would be dry by now. Luke sits down on a spare box of tools, putting him at eye level with the girl. "Why don't you tell me your name, first?"
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If she hadn't had to go through this with her own mother, the question would have earned a bit different response. As it is, Jaina raises a hand to indicate herself, and announces with a crooked grin, "Jaina Solo. I'm your niece."
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"Well, then," he says in his best 'talking to children' voice (excuse him if he's lacking in practice), "nice to meet you, Jaina. Would you mind telling me how you got here?"
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Eyebrows have gone up for Luke's tone, which is at once appropriate and...so very not, at least from Jaina's perspective. It reminds her more of how he'd talk to the twins when he'd caught the two years ago trying to salvage a junk droid to do all their chores for them. It's how you address a kid who has wandered somewhere they know they shouldn't, not a teenager who can build her own lightsaber.
Okay, Jaina admits to herself, the distinction might not be so readily apparent. Needing more time to grow up a bit more is normal.
Oh well. In a moment, she's rolling up her sleeves and approaching Luke's fighter to see if she can peek in at his work. "Mom helped me get a shuttle, and things are pretty shaken up around here so I just had to follow...well, my feelings. And a little bit of memory." Trying not to sound like a fanciful youth chattering on.