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SWFF: Last of the Jedi Episode VI
By Marie Wadsworth
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Not rated by the Author.
Luke goes flying and decides to take a run through Beggar's Canyon on his home planet of Tatooine.
Han wasn't the only one contemplating flying.
Regret followed him as he drifted aimlessly. Eventually he found himself in the hangar.
He stared at his X-Wing. It was a silent communion like lovers shared. Memories were there ... the freedom of space .. feelings of soaring without a care in the world.
His gloved right hand lovingly caressed the smooth metal body.
A familiar friendly beep greeted him. He smiled at R2-D2 snuggled in his usual spot near the rear of the ship.
A stream of beeps, whirs and whistles sounding like curious questions rushed at him.
The smile on his lips broadened. "Yeah, the thought had crossed my mind."
Artoo insistently beeped at him like he was saying, "What are you waiting for?"
He laughed softly, then climbed up the ladder on the side of the ship. Before sliding into the pilot seat, he removed his utility belt and fastened it around his cassock.
He smiled as he closed the canopy. He flipped switches in rapid succession.
"Artoo, fire up the converters," he ordered.
The X-Wing's converters hummed to life. He felt the familiar vibrations course throughout his body. Excitement built within him.
His gloved index finger brushed a red button in the center of the X-Wing's flight panel. He pulled back the steering column in front of him.
His X-Wing taxied out of the hangar. With his usual grace, he launched his X-Wing into the night skies.
Han rumbled up the ramp of the Falcon.
"Chewie?" He bellowed.
No response. He cursed. He always became suspicious when his Wookie co-pilot didn't answer him.
This time a threatening growl answered him.
"It's me, Chewie."
The giant Wookie joined him in the hold of the ship. He barked at Han in a lecturing tone -- something about not recognizing him.
Throwing his Alliance uniform jacket carelessly on the floor and then loosening his tie, he frowned. "Cut the wise cracks, and get this ship ready to do some flying."
Chewie rumbled curiously. "You heard me. I said we're going flying."
His co-pilot barked at him happily as he lumbered toward the ship's cockpit. Realizing his friend wasn't following him, Chewbacca growled at him.
"I'll be right there," he said drifting toward his quarters in the back part of the ship. "As soon as I get out of this monkey's outfit."
Luke's X-Wing shot through the blackness of space in no direction in particular.
Right now I could use a run through Beggar's Canyon back home. His thought caused a slow smile to cross his lips, which broadened into an ear-to-ear splitting grin.
A question from Artoo scrolled across the screen in front of him: Course setting?
He briefly considered the droid's question. What about taking a run through Beggar's Canyon back home?
Tatooine? Why in Hell do I want to go there? I swore I'd never go back there. Well, maybe you need to.
He glanced at the gauges in front of him. He had enough fuel to make it to Tatooine and back to Sullust without any problems.
He punched in the familiar coordinates on the grid. "Hold on, Artoo, we're going to Tatooine."
Han, casually dressed in his black vest, white shirt and black pants of old, joined the Wookie in the cockpit of the Falcon a short time later.
Chewie growled at him in a complimentary fashion.
"I'll remember to tell her you said that next time Her Highness tells me I have to dress up from some diplomatic function," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Climbing into his pilot's chair, he flipped switches above his head. He grinned at Chewie. "Let's get this baby in the air."
Chewie barked at him questioningly, and it set him momentarily aback.
He had no idea where they were going. In all his years of piloting, he usually didn't take off without having a destination.
It was more Luke's style to run off without anyone knowing where he was. And once again it was his mission to rescue the kid.
Damn Jedi Knights! He cursed his friend in his thoughts.
"I don't know where we're going." Chewie gazed at him surprised, adding a few guffaws. "I know. It's not me. Let's just get this baby out of here."
Chewie didn't argue. He lugged his large furry frame into the chair beside Han.
His hairy paws flipped a few switches in front of them, sending power humming through the ship. Han punched the thruster button, launching the Falcon into the star-filled heavens.
Han lifted his hands behind his head and contentedly leaned back into his seat. "I'd forgotten how much I miss this."
Chewie growled a question at him. He grinned. "What the Alliance has in its fleet is nothing compared to flying this baby."
Chewie snorted. "I wish," he said wistfully. "I'd rather fly the Falcon, but the Alliance think it's a hunk of junk."
He looked at his friend with a twinkle in his eyes. "We know better, don't we?"
Chewie barked his wholehearted agreement and then rumbled a string of questioning barks at him.
He considered thoughtfully. "I don't know, Chewie, where would you go if you were a Jedi Knight?"
Chewie hooted at him in a decidedly lecturing tone.
"Yeah, yeah," he said flippantly blowing off the Wookie's tirade. "Just shut up and fly."
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