Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday
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rakashavia http://ift.tt/2qg8HMs:
lectorel:
deadcatwithaflamethrower:
radioactivepeasant:
ghastlygalestorm:
radioactivepeasant:
radioactivepeasant:
Most of the bunker was still standing when the storm finally passed. Rogue Squadron picked themselves up, groaning and cursing and generally despairing of finding their ships, and took stock of the situation. They still had the stolen list of Black Sun’s contacts, and they still had the informant, so that was alright.
Wedge pried open the door and took a deep breath of rain-cleansed air. The clouds had passed, the sun was shining, and….there was a super star destroyer hovering over the city. Wedge grimaced and turned back to the Squadron.
“Luke, your dad’s here,” he sighed.
Everyone groaned.
“Is it too late to feign death until he goes away?” Wes asked.
Luke squinted, then nodded. “Yep. Sorry, guys. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous point.”
pomrania
Now I want to see the rest of the squad commiserating about family on the other side of the war. Luke is only notable in that his family member a) is so well-known by people outside the war, and b) seeks him out but doesn’t want to kill him for being a traitor.
pomrania
Because the other people, either their relative is purposefully going where their Rebel black sheep isn’t going to be, so they can dodge the issue; or they’re specifically trying to kill that Rebel, to prove that their family is loyal.
Aw man, imagine after Luke, shaking and timid and trying to make sense of it all, tells his squadron in private – hasn’t even told Command, except for Leia – because some secrets are too heavy to carry alone. Imagine one of the Rogues staring, dumbfounded, and blurting out, “You destroyed the Death Star, lead the Rogues, and you’re training to be a Jedi, and he wants you back?! As in not dead?”
“I don’t know if the “not dead” part is subject to change yet, but I guess?” Luke says miserably.
“Mine took a pot shot at me with a sniper rifle and told me I was a dead woman the next time I set foot in my hometown,” says one of the pilots.
“At least that’s not actively trying to kill you,” says one of the techs, “If you ask my uncle, I’ve shamed our family name and have to be hunted down as an act of loyalty to the Empire. Doesn’t matter if my parents agree with that or not, my mom is the younger sibling. She doesn’t get a say.”
Wedge sighs. “I guess I’ve got it easy compared to you guys. My brother-in-law just avoids me like the plague. I think it’s more for my sister’s sake than mine, but I can’t say I don’t appreciate it all the same.” He leans over and thumps Luk’s shoulder. “Guess your old man cares, at least. In some weird way.”
“You guys are taking this way better than I did,” Luke mutters, “That’s weird.”
“Hey boss,” Wes asks, “So are you gonna get, like, as tall as Vader someday, or do you get your height from your mom?”
“I don’t know,” he answers sarcastically, “Should I ask him?”
“I mean…couldn’t hurt, right? We should probably know in advance if we’re gonna need a new uniform for you eventually.”
The conversation quickly derails into the monthly “short pilots unite” rally.
Just imagine if Luke’s squadron starts casually talking to Vader. Like they give him updates on how Luke is doing, have conversations on sports teams, etc. Vader is weirded out at first but comes to appreciate it because it’s really the only civil interactions he’s had in years.
Well now I’m imagining a message breaking through to the Executor and it’s this thoroughly exhausted looking man wearing the uniform of a Rebel pilot and he’s like “You don’t know me, but I’m Commander Skywalker’s wingman. He told me that if a situation ever goes too completely pear-shaped, this was who I was supposed to contact. I think Luke and six of our guys trying to single-handedly hold a city against enraged Hutts probably counts.”
And everyone kind of looks back at Vader, who stands there for a minute and then is like “….do I even want to know what circumstances drove him to this?”
“If it made sense, I’d have said so. But you know how he gets sometimes, off without a word. Well, maybe you don’t know. I dunno.”
And Piett has already laid in the new course like “alright then sir, off to rescue the little commander again. Will we be needing the medbay this time?”
I just want to hug all of this. O_O
*snicker* ‘The little commander’ oh boy. Piett knows his boss far too well.
lectorel:
deadcatwithaflamethrower:
radioactivepeasant:
ghastlygalestorm:
radioactivepeasant:
radioactivepeasant:
Most of the bunker was still standing when the storm finally passed. Rogue Squadron picked themselves up, groaning and cursing and generally despairing of finding their ships, and took stock of the situation. They still had the stolen list of Black Sun’s contacts, and they still had the informant, so that was alright.
Wedge pried open the door and took a deep breath of rain-cleansed air. The clouds had passed, the sun was shining, and….there was a super star destroyer hovering over the city. Wedge grimaced and turned back to the Squadron.
“Luke, your dad’s here,” he sighed.
Everyone groaned.
“Is it too late to feign death until he goes away?” Wes asked.
Luke squinted, then nodded. “Yep. Sorry, guys. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous point.”
pomrania
Now I want to see the rest of the squad commiserating about family on the other side of the war. Luke is only notable in that his family member a) is so well-known by people outside the war, and b) seeks him out but doesn’t want to kill him for being a traitor.
pomrania
Because the other people, either their relative is purposefully going where their Rebel black sheep isn’t going to be, so they can dodge the issue; or they’re specifically trying to kill that Rebel, to prove that their family is loyal.
Aw man, imagine after Luke, shaking and timid and trying to make sense of it all, tells his squadron in private – hasn’t even told Command, except for Leia – because some secrets are too heavy to carry alone. Imagine one of the Rogues staring, dumbfounded, and blurting out, “You destroyed the Death Star, lead the Rogues, and you’re training to be a Jedi, and he wants you back?! As in not dead?”
“I don’t know if the “not dead” part is subject to change yet, but I guess?” Luke says miserably.
“Mine took a pot shot at me with a sniper rifle and told me I was a dead woman the next time I set foot in my hometown,” says one of the pilots.
“At least that’s not actively trying to kill you,” says one of the techs, “If you ask my uncle, I’ve shamed our family name and have to be hunted down as an act of loyalty to the Empire. Doesn’t matter if my parents agree with that or not, my mom is the younger sibling. She doesn’t get a say.”
Wedge sighs. “I guess I’ve got it easy compared to you guys. My brother-in-law just avoids me like the plague. I think it’s more for my sister’s sake than mine, but I can’t say I don’t appreciate it all the same.” He leans over and thumps Luk’s shoulder. “Guess your old man cares, at least. In some weird way.”
“You guys are taking this way better than I did,” Luke mutters, “That’s weird.”
“Hey boss,” Wes asks, “So are you gonna get, like, as tall as Vader someday, or do you get your height from your mom?”
“I don’t know,” he answers sarcastically, “Should I ask him?”
“I mean…couldn’t hurt, right? We should probably know in advance if we’re gonna need a new uniform for you eventually.”
The conversation quickly derails into the monthly “short pilots unite” rally.
Just imagine if Luke’s squadron starts casually talking to Vader. Like they give him updates on how Luke is doing, have conversations on sports teams, etc. Vader is weirded out at first but comes to appreciate it because it’s really the only civil interactions he’s had in years.
Well now I’m imagining a message breaking through to the Executor and it’s this thoroughly exhausted looking man wearing the uniform of a Rebel pilot and he’s like “You don’t know me, but I’m Commander Skywalker’s wingman. He told me that if a situation ever goes too completely pear-shaped, this was who I was supposed to contact. I think Luke and six of our guys trying to single-handedly hold a city against enraged Hutts probably counts.”
And everyone kind of looks back at Vader, who stands there for a minute and then is like “….do I even want to know what circumstances drove him to this?”
“If it made sense, I’d have said so. But you know how he gets sometimes, off without a word. Well, maybe you don’t know. I dunno.”
And Piett has already laid in the new course like “alright then sir, off to rescue the little commander again. Will we be needing the medbay this time?”
I just want to hug all of this. O_O
*snicker* ‘The little commander’ oh boy. Piett knows his boss far too well.
