their last hope,

When Luke asked her about her cybernetic, she stopped for a moment to look at him. Not because she was offended or anything, but because she was showing she was actively listening. Although... she would've been lying if she said him questioning it didn't make her feel slightly bad.

"Oh, this?" She asked as she looked down at her glove. She knew she couldn't hide it - after all, it went to about halfway up her forearm, so it would've been difficult to hide. Still, the hand being the center of attention made her feel uneasy.

he follows Noa quietly, only speaking when he'd mentioned her hand and watches the emotions flitter across her face. he frowns deeply, knowing he had disturbed her in a way, so he's quick to make do with it, waving his own hand to dismiss it. "you don't have to explain, i was just curious, that's all. my father cut my hand off during a duel. it didn't hurt, but it was a moment i would never forget. he made sure of that." it sounds abusive now that he thinks about it, but he didn't know how else to explain what happened. back then, his father had allowed the darkness to swarm him, he didn't really know what he was doing, so Luke didn't entirely blame him for it.

when the wolf speaks, Luke blinks slowly and looks down at her, surprise littered across his face. "i'm sorry ? did your wolf just speak?" well, that certainly wasn't something he was expecting.

well, okay, he knew that Han was still standing there, when he'd turned to Leia to speak about him- but that wasn't the point. Leia, amused, covers her mouth and tries to hide the laughter as Luke turns to his friend, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. okay, yeah, he logically knew that Han was still standing right there, but he didn't expect him to stick around and listen. usually, when Luke talks to his sister, Han has the decency to walk away and give them some privacy. but for whatever reason, the smuggler was still standing right there.

it's a bit awkward, if he's to be honest, as he lets out a quiet laugh, cheeks warm with color. "well, i wasn't talking to you, was i?" he snipped back with no actual bite to it. sometimes you can absolutely tell Luke and Leia are twins- other times not so much, but right now . . . right now, they're like a mirror as they both giggle.

"i'll leave you to deal with that," Leia says, and abruptly abandons Luke- to his absolute horror.

"wait- i . . . and she's gone." well, shoot. now he has to deal with this, doesn't he ? well . . . he grins up at Han and then looks at his hand. "well, would you look at the time ? i've gotta go." or not. maybe he's a coward after all.

             ❝𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚂𝙾  𝙵𝙰𝚂𝚃 ,  𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙾𝚁.  𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽’  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙼𝙴.❞    in a move that was less calculated and more instinctive, solo shot out an arm, finger hooking into the collar of luke’s tunic just as the young man spun around with an air of youthful decisiveness.   the catch wasn’t exactly graceful but effective nonetheless, as han reeled him backward with that trademark lopsided grin plastered on his face—though this time there was a noticeable tightness around it, a little fraying at the edges.   ❝need a hand with the ’falcon’s shield lens capacitor.  looks shot, but i could use a second set of eyes.  chewie’s still out cold, sleeping off hesken fever, so you’re up.❞

the slight absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on han.      of all the places in the galaxy for the rebel princess and her jedi brother to hunker down and start whispering—about a topic that, from the tone, sounded suspiciously like gossip beyond han’s immediate interest—he wouldn’t have guessed they’d choose a spot less than five feet from where he stood, absorbed in the holo-projection of arbra’s topography.  apparently, whatever it was couldn’t wait for a more discreet setting.

             ❝what were you ’n the princess talking about, anyway?❞ han asked—not because he was especially curious, but because he had a nagging sense that whatever their chat entailed, it likely had something to do with him.       or maybe not.

admittedly, he hadn’t noticed the two at first, too preoccupied with the blueprint display and running mental diagnostics on how the ’falcon might serve the new republic’s ever-expanding headquarters.  it wasn’t until he glimpsed wedge’s smirk out of the corner of his eye, half-hidden behind a steaming mug of kaf, that han thought to look over his shoulder.   and sure enough, there they were, the twins, deep in giggly conversation, like some scene straight out of a holositcom…

looking scandalized, Luke yelps when he's grabbed, stumbling on his feet as graceful as he could possibly be. for a jedi, he sure wasn't acting as cool as he probably should be. perhaps he inherited that from his father as well.

he listens to Han speak, jabbering off about the Millennium Falcon. sure, he'll go ahead and help, though he's going to go ahead and guess that there was much more to it than just that. and as soon as the thought occurs to him, Han's asking the question he was dreading. "hmm?" he hums, acting as nonchalant as he possibly can as he straightens himself up and walks like a normal human being, no longer acting as though he couldn't walk on his own.

"The Force thing?" he asked with a laugh. It only highlighted how informal Luke's training was. "The Force Pull is to bring it close, Force Push to push it away." Obi-Wan would be pleased to know he was teaching his son the proper vocabulary at least.

He crouched beside his son and rested his hand on his back. It was cute to see him mimic the movements, but the physicality was the least important aspect. "Right now, you're not focusing, are you?" he asked, gentle. "You're thinking of the goal instead of the process."

He pulled away from his son quickly, taking two small metal spheres he used to test droid's grip from a drawer. They were light and small, making it the perfect, easy object to use. "Let's try something first." He held one out for his son to take, letting his other hand hold it up to demonstrate. "Just... Feel it. Connect with it."

he looks up at his dad as he crouches next to him and frowns, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he listens to what he says. "no, i guess not." he was too excited to do it, he thinks, maybe if he calmed down he would be able to focus better. he takes a large calming breath just like how his father had taught him and exhales slowly after he counts to five.

@chosesun asked “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.”

❝ It's not every day I meet someone else from Tatooine. People like us don't usually make it off that planet very often. ❞ The running joke was that if you were born and raised on Tatooine, you were destined for a life of poverty and sand. She probably would have been subjected to the same fate if it wasn't for her father. She smiled at the stranger, though she already had that familiar sense of someone destined for adventure being where they were from. ❝ Come on. I'll buy you a drink. It's a lot better than the swill they sold back home. ❞