@clonecaptain
luke shakes out his hair as he takes off his helmet. he’s in high spirits, even as a half-scorched artoo complains about being stuck in an equally blaster-marked x-wing. it’s obvious from the color in luke’s cheeks, as if he and not the ship did the flying. today has been a good day for the rebellion. it feels like they haven’t had one of those since they moved base camp, but maybe things are finally looking up.
he’s so busy trying to pry artoo out of the co-pilot’s seat that he doesn’t notice anyone approaching. not until his head pops up from behind the ship, and there that someone is.
“commander,” he says, surprised. he’s not sure they’ve ever spoken. “sorry, just let me get my droid --- ”
after another long minute of straining and artoo not budging, luke blows out air in defeat.
“actually, could you give me a hand? i think something’s busted.”
