LUKE SKYWALKER OPEN POST.

[t65]

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• picture prompt / song lyric.
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[t65]

It's been a few days since... everything. The Rebels are preparing to mount their second offense, and what forces remain after the battle are scrambling to reorganize. Luke has been trying to reconsile recent events with his remaining duties, which isn't hard, really. The hard part is not forgetting. He can't just brush his feelings aside, he knows that. There's just no one to talk about it with. Leia, understandably, is not in the mood for any discussion of Vader that doesn't end in being glad of his death. Luke would like to think she'll feel otherwise, one day, but he can't force her.

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."