LUKE SKYWALKER OPEN POST.

[t65]

• 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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[t65]

Luke's popped his head back inside his X-wing by the time he hears a child's voice echo in through an exhaust funnel. There are a few things that stand out about their statement. First, he's never been called 'uncle' by anyone before, to the point that he initially assumes someone's saying 'uncle' in the sense that he's won some sort of bet. Secondly, wow, really, still with these 'need a hand' jokes?

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?)

[two_jedi_sticks]

Well, Han probably did help teach the twins to call Luke uncle. Eyebrows go up, and Jaina affects a little shrug before clunking the crate down. Luke's always been warm, but he seems to wear his heart on his his sleeve a bit more in these younger years. "Okay, I did plan on asking for some help eventually. But, I mean...there's things going on."

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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When she speaks, there's a little crackle through the Force that tells Luke... something. He knows the Force, knows it better than he ever has, but it's still not his constant companion like it was for Yoda and Ben. He's close, he likes to think, but he's not quite there yet. He can sense something significant, but he's not sure what.

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?"

[two_jedi_sticks]

When Luke swipes at some grease, Jaina feels like they'll be more in tune than ever. After all, how many times has her parents scolded her for running about with streaks across her face and stains in her jumpsuits? Unless there is a reason to clean up it's more likely she'll just mess it up a bit more.

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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Of course, he sees the resemblance immediately. Nothing in the Force indicates a lie, either, though the Force occasionally has a creative interpretation of truth. So, logic may be currently missing from this conversation, but that's hardly going to keep a grin from stretching over Luke's face.

"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?"

[two_jedi_sticks]

"There was a little trouble at Cloud City."

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.