#and then 3po told r2 he was glad they never had to see him again

[aubrey17c]

Since the Lego star wars episodes are canon, then Han Solo has met yoda and had told him he’s ‘alright for a little green dinosaur’, after yoda said he was a good pilot and that he respected him.

Han was also like 12 at the time.

I fucking love Star Wars

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 58

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,600ish

Summary: Obi-Wan brings Luke, R2D2, and C3PO back to your house.

Notes: We’re really in A New Hope now! Please share your reactions!!! Reminder, Obi-Wan will continue to look like Ewan McGregor’s version.

After Obi-Wan made sure to kiss you goodbye, he headed out and down into the canyon. He had told you that he sensed that someone needed help, what he hadn’t told you was that it would be Luke. One part of him was keeping it a secret for your sanity and the other part was to see if you could sense it as well. Unfortunately, you did not sense it so it would be up to him to explain it later.

Obi-Wan followed the Force as he walked along the canyon, a dark Jedi robe over his clothes with his hood over his face. As the Force willed him along, he eventually could see Sandpeople inspecting a speeder in the distance. Coming closer, Obi-Wan howled and moved wildly around effectively scaring off the Sandpeople. He walked up to the scene to see Luke laying unconscious on the ground.  Kneeling beside the young man, Obi-Wan gripped Luke’s wrist to check for a pulse before putting his hand on Luke’s forehead to big to wake him with the Force. Obi-Wan could hear nervous beeping nearby. He took off his hood and looked over to see R2 hiding in the rock.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan greeted. R2 beeped as the droid seemed to be making sure the man before it was who it thought it was. “Come here, old friend. Don’t be afraid.” R2 came over, beeping happily before turning attention to Luke. “Oh, don’t worry. He’ll be alright.” Obi-Wan looked down to see Luke begin to move, waking up. He placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder, helping him sit up. “Rest easy, son. You’ve had a busy day. You’re fortunate to be all in one piece.”

Gaining some more sense, Luke looked up. “Ben?” He questioned. “Ben Kenobi? Boy, am I glad to see you.”

“The Jundland Wastes are not to be traveled lightly.” Obi-Wan stood up, before helping Luke up and then guiding him to sit on a rock. “Tell me, young Luke, what brings you out this far?”

“This little droid.” Luke motioned to R2. Obi-Wan glared at the droid as it beeped, knowing from much previous experience that R2 did what he wanted to. “I think he’s searching for his former master, but I’ve never seen such devotion in a droid before.” Obi-Wan placed himself on the taller rock beside Luke. He kept in the sassy comment he wanted to make about how R2 was not like normal droids. “He claims to be the property of an Obi-Wan Kenobi.” The older Jedi threw another glare the droid’s way. “Is he a relative of yours? Do you know who he’s talking about? I think my uncle knows him. He said he was dead.”

“Oh, he’s not dead. Not yet.”

“You know him?”

“Well, of course, I know him.” He tapped himself in the chest. “He’s me.”

“Well, then the droid does belong to you.”

Obi-Wan’s next words to directed to R2. “I don’t seem to remember ever owning a droid.” Especially one with such a mind of its own. “Very interesting.” Growling and howling from nearby Sandpeople echoed through the canyon. “I think we better get indoors.” Obi-Wan stood up. “The Sandpeople are easily startled, but they’ll soon be back, and in greater numbers.”

R2 beeped again, urgently. Luke turned around and realized that he was missing another droid.

“3PO,” Luke muttered.

Luke rushed over to where he saw light reflecting from the droid's arm. The arm had been ripped off the droid. Luke picked it up as C3PO sat himself up. Obi-Wan came to help Luke with the golden droid.

“Where am I?” C3PO asked. “I must have taken a bad step.”

“Can you stand?” Luke questioned. “We’ve got to get out of here before the Sandpeople return.”

“I don’t think I can make it. You go on, Master Luke. There’s no sense in you risking yourself on my account. I’m done for.”

“No, you’re not. What kind of talk is that?”

“Quickly,” Obi-Wan advised, beginning to pick up the old droid, “they’re on the move.”

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Obi-Wan hated how nervous he felt as he brought Luke, R2, and 3PO back to the house. He knew your reaction wouldn’t be the greatest, as this would be a complete shock. Bringing Luke home was one thing, but having R2 and 3PO with him was another. He entered the house first, seeing you come into the room from the kitchen and freeze upon seeing the rest of the crew. R2 beeped excitedly as he hurried toward you.

“Well, he seems to like you,” Luke commented.

Obi-Wan sent his signature over to you as he felt your uneasiness. “Luke, this is my wife, Y/N,” he carefully introduced. “Y/N, this is Luke Skywalker.”

“Hello,” Luke set 3PO against the wall and came over and offered his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Your hand trembled as you took his. “Nice to meet you, too,” you said, the words barely coming out of your mouth.

“Y/N and I will go fetch some tools for you to fix your droid with,” Obi-Wan said. He came over to your side and placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you into the bedroom.

“What are those two doing with him, Obi?” That was all you were able to say. You were facing away from your husband and he was kindly giving you some space.

“I have no idea.” He shook his head. “R2 remembers everything, but I remember Bail saying something about C3PO getting his memory wiped.”

You spun around. “Did Bail send them here? Was he trying to blow up the whole plan?”

“I don’t know, darling. All I know is that they are here and they’re with Luke.”

“They’re in our house.”

Obi-Wan nodded as he carefully reached about and gently grabbed your wrists. Slowly, he pulled you into him. “R2 was looking for me… I sense that something has gone wrong.”

You closed your eyes. “Something always goes wrong.”

He pressed a kiss to your head before cradling your head close to his chest. “We will deal with whatever is going on here. Together.”

The two of you let the comfort of each other envelop you for a few moments. You both knew that this was the change you had been feeling, that nothing would be the same after this.

“I must go out to Luke,” Obi-Wan whispered, pulling back slightly. “Stay in here as long as you feel like you need.” He leaned in and kissed your lips softly. “I love you, my little star.”

After giving you another short kiss, Obi-Wan let you go. He grabbed a toolbox and the wooden box that held Anakin’s lightsaber. He looked back at you before slipping out the door. You stood there, not knowing how to handle the situation. Luke being here meant confronting your past and that it was time to train him. But were you ready for any of that?

Honestly, no. But you were determined to figure out how to get through it. All you needed was Obi-Wan at your side.

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When you finally left the room, the first thing you saw was Luke working on C3PO. You almost completely lost it right there. Tears filled your eyes as you remembered a young Anakin doing the same. Obi-Wan was sitting nearby, hand in his beard.

“No, my father didn’t fight in the wars,” Luke argued. “He was a navigator on a spice freighter.”

“That’s what your uncle told you,” Obi-Wan retorted. “He didn’t hold with your father’s ideals. Thought he should have stayed here and not gotten involved.”

“You fought in the Clone Wars?”

“Yes, my wife and I both did. We were once Jedi Knights, the same as your father.” Memories of time long past flicked through your and Obi-Wan’s minds.

Luke’s shoulders aged as he looked down, sadly. “I wish I’d known him.”

“He was the best star pilot in the galaxy,” a small smirk of fondness crossed over Obi-Wan’s lips, “and a cunning warrior. I understand you’ve become quite a good pilot yourself.” Luke smiled sheepishly. Obi-Wan looked over at you. “And he was a good friend.”

“He was more than a friend,” you added softly, making Luke realize you were back. “He was family.” R2 rushed over to your side. You placed a hand on the top of the droid, smiling down at it.

“Right. Which reminds me,” Obi-Wan stood up and grabbed the wooden box he had taken from your bedroom, “I have something here for you.” He opened the box. "Your father wanted you o have this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn't allow it.” He took out the lightsaber and you grabbed the box from him. “He feared you might follow old Obi-Wan on some damn-fool idealistic crusade like your father did.”

“Sir,” C3PO spoke up, turning to Luke,” if you’ll not be needing me, I’ll close down for a while.”

“Sure, go ahead,” Luke responded, the droid quickly shutting down. Obi-Wan walked over to Luke, carefully holding the lightsaber. “What is it?”

“It’s your father’s lightsaber,” Obi-Wan explained, handing it over to the young man. “This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster.” Luke ignited it, blue light filling the space. “An elegant weapon for a more civilized age.” Obi-Wan sat down as Luke moved the weapon around. “For over a thousand generations, Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and rustic in the old Republic, before the dark times, before the Empire.”

Luke deactivated the saber and sat down beside Obi-Wan. “How did my father die?”

Obi-Wan met your eye as you teased. “It’s alright, little star,” your husband tried to calm you by speaking in your thoughts. “He needs to know as much truth as he is ready for.” 

You nodded. “I know,” you responded back through the Force. “It is me who is not ready.”

Turning his attention back to Luke, Obi-Wan explained, “A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he turned to evil, helped the Empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights.” The scar on your thigh burned with the memory of the fight you and Anakin had at the Temple. “He betrayed and murdered your father. Now the Jedi are all but extinct. Vader was seduced by the dark side of the Force.”

“The Force?” Luke repeated.

“The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us penetrates us, it binds the galaxy together.”

Luke went back to working on 3PO as R2 beeped and began wiggling. You could tell the droid had grown impatient and wanted to do what it came here to do. You bent down in front of the old droid.

“Let’s see if we can figure out what you are doing here, old friend,” you muttered as you pushed some buttons on the front of R2. You moved to allow a hologram to begin to appear.

“I saw part of a message—“

“I seem to have found it,” you cut off Luke.

You gasped as you realized it was Leia. You went over to Obi-Wan, who quickly took your hand in reassurance.

“General Kenobi, years ago you and your wife served my father in the Clone Wars,” Leia started. She looked so much like Padme, you wanted to cry again. “Now he begs you both to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father’s request to you in person. But my ship has fallen under attack,” you held onto your husband’s hand tighter, “and I am afraid my mission to bring either of you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”

The hologram disappeared and since filled the room. Now it was clear that was time to train Luke and try to bring balance once again. But the more you thought, the more you grew concerned for Leia’s safety. She was smart in not revealing that she knew you and Obi-Wan, but there was still a chance something could slip depending on who attacked her ship. Obi-Wan gave your hand a light squeeze before letting it go and turning his attention to Luke.

“You must learn the ways of the Force if you’re to come with me to Alderaan,” Obi-Wan said.

“Alderaan?” Luke repeated. He chuckled, breathily. “I’m not going to Alderaan. I’ve got to get home.” He stood up to put the tools away. “I’m in for it as it is.”

“I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing.” You rolled your eyes.

Luke debated for a second, eyes flicking between where Leia once stood and Obi-Wan. “I can’t get involved. I’ve got work to do. It’s not that I like the Empire. I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. It’s all such a long way from here.”

“That’s your uncle talking.”

“Oh, boy. My uncle.” Luke walked over to R2. “How am I ever gonna explain this?”

“Learn about the Force, Luke.”

“Look, I can take you both as far as Anchored. You can get a transport there to Mis Eisley or wherever you’re going.”

“You must do what you feel is right, of course.” Obi-Wan stood up and took your hand again. “We will go pack.”

Obi-Wan guided you back to the bedroom. Once the door was closed, he let go of your hand and went to grab a bag. You looked around at the room, the walls. The house made out of love.

“We’re never coming back here, are we?” You questioned softly. 

You didn’t care to stop the tears from trickling out of your eyes. The sad look you received from Obi-Wan was enough of an answer. You walked over and placed a hand on one of the walls, feeling the roughness from the plaster.

“Leia’s in danger,” you whispered, more to yourself than to Obi-Wan. He heard it all the same. “Bail would not have sent her on her way to us if that wasn’t the case.” 

“That is why we must go,” Obi-Wan said.

You turned around. “And what of, Luke? We can’t just leave him here.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “We cannot force him to go either. He will make the right choice.”

You nodded, looking away from Obi-Wan. Once he had finished backing the bag, he went over and picked up your lightsaber from where it was placed on the small bedside table. Obi-Wan then went over to you and slipped it onto your belt. 

“I’m not ready for this,” you breathed out. “I’m not ready to fight again.” 

Obi-Wan’s hands came up to gently hold your face, guiding it to face you. “I know,” he responded. “Trust in the Force, my little star. Trust in me. Everything will work out.”

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[manjehaal]

Ignite the Stars: Chapter 4

AO3

In retrospect, he should have seen it coming. It had been clear from the get-go that Artoo’s loyalties were elsewhere. Adrien couldn’t even blame him really, for not remaining on a moisture farm with some helpless child, when he had the duty to protect a girl. A girl, lavished in the finest gown, holding her head up like the royalty Adrien could only assume she was. She was clearly a person of importance, based on the urgency of the little droid's actions. It was important. Way more important than Adrien’s little family.

So not finding him in the workshop came as no surprise.

See-Threepio was hidden behind Adrien’s workbench like a scared child, with the lights out, absent of the usual enthusiastic greeting. When Adrien’s eyes caught sight of him, the droid raised his hands in surrender and stumbled back into the wall. It was all peculiar for a droid to be afraid, at least in the closest way a programmed creature could exhibit it.

“It wasn’t my fault, sir, please don’t deactivate me. I told him not to go, but he’s faulty, malfunctioning, and he kept babbling on about his mission.”

“Oh no…” Adrien whispered, turning back toward the doorway, shuffling back to the place he had just been standing a moment ago, surveying the plane through his binoculars.

Threepio hobbled behind him, making it clear that the blame was on Artoo. “That R2 unit has always been a problem. These Astro droids are getting quite out of hand.”

The way Adrien saw it, he was right to blame him. The protocol droid was at no fault. Adrien should have been the one to be sure the droid remained inside. He should have questioned Artoo’s insistence to remove the restraining bolt. “How could I be so stupid? He’s gone.”

“Pardon me, sir, but couldn’t we go after him?”

Adrien dropped the binoculars to his chest.“It’s too dangerous with all the monsters around. We have to wait until morning.”

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The Tatooine suns were hot on Adrien’s back, like two glaring eyes, peering down at him as he scanned the terrain for his runaway droid. Meanwhile, C3PO was babbling on about R2s antics, and Adrien was beginning to develop a migraine. He was already certain that this day would be even more eventful than the last.

But at least he was getting somewhere.

“There’s a droid up ahead,” he said, interrupting Threepio. “Hit the accelerator.”

The temporary woosh of acceleration caused him to relax a bit, comforted by the breeze and the adrenaline of speed. The movement felt good. Being stagnant always made his restless, so long rides on his speeder bike were a useful cure to the madness of being confined for long periods of time. He had asked his uncle a few times if he could participate in the pod races, but he knew before he was shot down what the answer would be.

“It’s for your protection, Adrien,” he would say. “We just want you to be safe.”

Adrien didn’t want to be safe. He wanted to be free. And if an early grave was the price to pay for living, then Adrien was prepared to pay it.

The problem had always been his heart. He cared for his family. They upset him at times, but he loved them. And he would never want to disappoint them. He would never want to break their hearts. He had always wanted to earn their approval. Even as an adult, it meant so much to him.

So little pleasures like a speeder ride through the Jundland Wastes could raise his spirits. Even when a precarious droid was the culprit, putting a pause on the day he had hoped would be productive.

He pulled up beside the droid, leaping from the speeder. He all but demanded the droid tell him where he was off to.

“Master Adrien is your rightful owner now,” 3PO told him when the droid began to stroll in the other direction. “We’ll have no more of this Caline Bustier nonsense.”

Distracted by the droids argument, Adrien almost missed the subtle alarm in his chest, pulling him to take a step back to assess the area. The droid began to panic, whistling and beeping, also noting the approach of monsters.

“There are several creatures approaching from the southeast,” Threepio informed, taking a few frantic steps to stand behind the smaller droid.  

“Mayura’s monsters, or worse.”

Adrien had been blessed with the acute sense and the ability to foresee. These two things combined were some of the only reasons he was still alive today. He was a small child and Tatooine’s inhabitants were not prone to show mercy. They found no remorse at the thought of attacking small children as long as there was a price that they may be paid. He was lucky to have gotten away every time thus far.

But Adrien was sure his luck was just about to run out.

Though he felt its approach, he didn’t see the monster before it was ramming a rifle into the side of his cheek, producing a panicked cry, before he felt his body crumble at the next strike to his ribs. He stumbled backward, his hands frantically feeling for his own rifle, only to realize it was snug in his speeder as the monster pushed hard to his side, causing him to slam heavy onto the dune. The creature roared victoriously, hitting him hard in the chest.

Adrien was panting repeatedly, pain spreading throughout him as frustrated tears welled up in his eyes, at his own weakness. The suns felt hotter now, burning at his open skin as the tallest of the monsters pulled at his arms roughly, slamming him into the side of his speeder. The world spun, growing darker as the monster pushed him back again.

Again and again and again.

He couldn’t breathe.

As the blaring suns quickly grew cold at his strained breath, a noise drowned out the monsters, like a shriek passing from the other side of the plane. His vision was foggy, but as he was pushed away from the startled creature, he could make out the figures of two people, one the figure of a woman and the other of a lofty man towering over her. But Adrien managed to breathe because he could sense in his being that they were here to help. It was enough relief to allow himself to give in to the weight of unconsciousness.  

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The monsters scattered, like a swarm of bugs at the sound of a heavy boot in their walk. They could remember the cloaked ghost in their memory, but never her face. Like a fable spoken by the mouths of the older villagers or the warnings of the corrupt who feared the way of the Dune Sea. She was no monster, but she had a habit of leaving her enemies shaking in their boots.

She slipped through, crouching to reach out to Adrien, his boyish face covered in unseen bruises and blood. He didn’t stir, but she reached to touch his forehead, and then to feel for his pulse. She relaxed, setting her eyes on the man behind her, who was staring unmoving at the place the monsters had just been.

“It was wise of you to come to me. I didn’t sense his distress.”

The man just nodded, with no need for an explanation. It was his purpose, after all.

She caught the attention of the droid, hidden behind a rock. “Hello there,” she said, removing the cloak from her head. “Come here, don’t be afraid.”

She looked back again at Adrien, pushing some of his blood-soaked hair out of his face.

And then she reached for his shoulder, letting her power give him strength, causing his eyes to fall open and stare up at the auburn-haired woman tending to him. He looked around, frantically searching the area for monsters, his sore chest heaved as the woman helped him sit. “Rest easy, you’ve had quite a day.”

Adrien was dizzy, but his attention was drawn almost immediately to the woman. “Laure?”

She smiled, holding him steady.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he hoarsely told her, glancing at Artoo.  

“The Jundland Wastes are not to be traveled lightly. Tell me, Adrien, what brought you this far?”

After a moment of steadying himself against a rock, he motioned to the droid again. “This droid. He says he’s searching for his former master, but I’ve never seen a droid so devoted before. He claims to be the property of a Caline Bustier. Is it possible that she’s a relative of yours?”

A shadow of recognition flowed through her features like she was caught in an act she had been playing for too many days to count.  “Caline Bustier?” she asks, as if to herself, startled by the question. “I haven’t heard that name in a long time.”

“My uncle said she was dead.”

Laure scoffed, resting her chin in her hand. “Oh, she’s not dead,” she said matter-of-factly. “Well, not yet.”

Adrien brushed the dirt and blood from his face, glancing at the woman with relief. “You know her?”

She laughed, and Adrien sighed, remembering her laugh from his younger years.“Well, of course, I know her. But I haven’t gone by the name Caline since before you were born.”

[whimsicalworldofme]

Living of Love

Ava returns home and enjoys the blissful joy of being surrounded by her family. 

Word Count: 1958

Content Warnings: None. This fluff is my apology for traumatizing you with feels last night.

The first thing to greet Ava when she strode down the gangway and into the hangar was the sight of Poe running to her, absolutely beaming, his smile uncontrollable as he scooped her up, his arms snug around her waist, his lips meeting hers without a word. She giggled into his kiss, feeling him smiling, and hooked her arms behind his neck. He smelled like he’d just showered, the smell of foresty soap lingering on his skin. His shirt was clean and ironed, in fact, it looked new, not at all worn like the ones she knew in the drawers of their bedroom dresser. He’d even shined his boots.

               “Welcome home, Mrs. Dameron,” he grinned, his eyes opening slightly, joy lines still radiating from their corners. His lips brushed lightly against hers again before he pressed his forehead to hers.

               “Thank you, General Dameron,” she snickered.

               He lowered her to her feet with care but didn’t relinquish his hold on her. He kept her close with his left arm around her waist while his right hand stroked her cheek before pushing into her hair. No one bothered them despite the fact that the hangar was abuzz with activity. A few of the newer people stared for a moment, but more tenured members of the Resistance explained that was just how the General and his wife were and to ignore it.  Ava’s team had their instructions to schlepp all of the supplies she’d bought at the market into the mess hall kitchen pantry where she would sort it out later.

               “Did you get all dressed up for me?” She tugged lightly on the edges of his black leather jacket, the one that he’d chosen to replace the brown one he’d given to Finn. Even the scuffed, ragged leather had a shine of cleanliness to it that she had never seen before. “I was only gone for three days.”

               “Three days alone with Ben Solo,” he stated, not angry or jealous, more playful than anything. “I didn’t want you coming home thinking you’d downgraded in settling for me.”

               “Oh, stop it,” she laid a hand on either side of his face, kissing him deeply. When she finished he had both his eyes shut in bliss, a hint of pink in his cheeks, and his heart was thumping. “If I had it to do all over again, I’d still pick you,” she brushed her fingers into his curls and watched him tilt his head to her touch, his bright hazel eyes opening to study her intently.

               “You’re sure?” He tried to pass his tone off as joking but Ava knew there were serious fears behind the question. He’d always felt he couldn’t compare to Ben. While his parents were war heroes and he had since made a name for himself as the successor to Leia’s legacy, he still felt those points of pride were nothing compared to the lineage and legacy Ben’s bloodline provided him. Ava wished she could settle in his mind once and for all that he wasn’t lacking in any way, but she didn’t mind reminding him regularly how wonderful he was. She liked complimenting him, genuinely telling how amazing she thought he was. She liked the bashful smile that always came from it.

               “Ben asked me if he could be my second husband and I told him no,” Ava stated. She watched her husband’s jaw visibly slack and hang open in shock. “You’re the only husband I want and need,” she moved her hand back to his cheek and stroked it with her thumb before stepping away from him a little, plucking up her bag, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the open hangar doors.

               “But…wait,” he stammered, trying to process what she’d dropped on him. “He asked to be your second husband?”

               “That’s right,” Ava nodded, breathing deeply the clean Spring air as they stepped outside, enjoying the familiar sounds of the native birds and the warm sunshine on her face.

               “He didn’t ask you to leave me?” Poe sounded seriously confused and Ava wondered how long he’d fixate on the subject.

               “No,” she shook her head, pausing in their walk so she could look at her husband face to face. “But no matter what he’d asked, I would’ve said no. I love you,” she smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. “You’re all I want and need.”

               “You’re sure?” Poe raised a brow and looked seriously concerned.

               “I’m absolutely sure,” Ava laughed. “Even if it was something I was remotely interested in, which it’s not,” she added emphasis on the not, just to make sure he got the point, “it would hurt you. And I love you too much to do anything that would cause you pain like that. Besides, the two of you couldn’t even share a toy ship without getting into fights over whose turn it was to play with it. I’d be crazy to put myself in the middle of that.”

               “I love you,” Poe stated with genuine heart and a serious expression on his face.

               “I know,” she smiled shyly, an intense blush heating her face. When he looked at her like that, the way he got all serious and intense, it made her feel something hard to put into words; possessed by him, protected, worshipped, prized. It was all those things and somehow more. When he looked at her that way, she knew he saw his everything in her. “I love you too.”

               “Master Poe, Mistress Ava,” a polite metallic voice made them jump and they turned to see the bronzed protocol droid standing a little too close to them, arms bent unnaturally at the elbows so that his hands hovered in front of his hips, head tilted to one side.

               “Dammit Threepio,” Poe clapped a hand to his brow, huffing a sigh. “I told you to wait at our quarters.”

               “I apologize, Master Poe, but it was growing too loud in your quarters. Your young Mistress Leia and Mistress Shara have no concept of volume control and a vocabulary of language that I seem to lack in my databanks.”

               “You have no concept of personal space,” Poe grumbled under his breath. “And are missing body language from your databanks.”

               Ava snorted a laugh. Her husband loved droids, he really did, but Threepio, despite being a protocol droid, had horrific manners and seemed relatively oblivious to the nuances of human interaction.

               “Did you need to talk to me about something?” Ava directed her attention to the droid, trying to be patient. The sooner the droid got done with whatever he needed to say, the sooner they could send him on his way.

               “I have been meaning to talk to you, Mistress Ava, about living arrangements for myself and Artoo-deetoo,” he nodded but did so with all of his torso, rather than just his head.

               “Oh,” Ava hadn’t really even given thought to the droids and who had taken possession of them since Leia’s passing. It didn’t seem like any of her business. “Where have you been staying? And why would you want to talk to me about it?” She glanced to Poe who simply gave her a “don’t ask” sort of look.

               “We have been living in spare quarters on base and working alongside Master Finn and other leaders in the Resistance,” Threepio stated. “But now that the fighting is coming to an end, we are uncertain of what will happen to us. You see, Artoo-deetoo and I belong to the Skywalker family.”

               A heavy weight of realization hit Ava and she understood now why he’d come to her. It unnerved her a little whenever a sentient droid like him spoke of being owned by anyone, but it was the truth. C-3PO and R2-D2 were built as companion droids, not to function as individuals, not the way other sentient beings did. Their purpose was to serve, and they needed an owner to take care of them.

               “Young Master Luke is the only Skywalker left,” Threepio said it without inflection but somehow his tone managed still to carry sadness. “We didn’t bring it up before but now that you and Master Poe are building a house, we thought perhaps there might be sufficient space for us.”

               “Oh,” Ava turned to glance at Poe again. She knew he wasn’t thrilled about the notion of having the inept protocol droid shuffling around the house all the time, but he was Luke’s by rights. She couldn’t stand the thought of him being separated from the family he’d been part of for four generations. “I’m sure we can work something out,” she didn’t know how but that was something they had time to think about. Their house would take time to build.

               “Thank you very much, Mistress Ava,” Threepio sounded relived. “Artoo will be very glad to hear it.”

               “You’re welcome, Threepio,” Ava smiled. “Now if you’ll excuse us,” she took Poe’s hand again and pulled him along. “We need some time alone. Why don’t you go see if Finn needs you?” She called back as they put more distance between themselves and the droid, Poe doing a very poor job at suppressing his laughter.  

               It didn’t take long to get to their quarters and Ava dropped her bag as soon as she got in the door, seeing all three of her children in the living room, the girls in their playpen and Luke sitting on the couch in front of them, reading them a story from a datapad, little holographic illustrations hovering above the device as the story progressed.

               “Hey Mom, welcome home,” Luke grinned, getting up and setting the datapad on the caf table. The girls started to whine. “Why are you fussing?” He laughed. “Look who’s home. It’s Mama!”

               Ava pulled her son into a hug, kissing him on the cheek since he was too tall now for her to kiss the top of his head. She felt a pang as she saw yet again all the similarities between him and his father, but she pushed it aside. She didn’t know if Poe had told Luke about Ben being at the food festival, but she would certainly relay Ben’s message to their son and pass along the kyber crystal. His training as a Padawan would come to an end soon. But Ava couldn’t dwell on that. It made her sad, knowing her little boy was almost grown. She gave him a squeeze before he let her go, then went to the play pen and kissed each of her girls on the nose, watching them bouncing at the knees, tugging on the rail of their little jail.

               “Were you good for your Papa and big brother while Mama was away?” Ava asked, stroking first Shara’s curls then Leia’s. Their hair was getting much thicker and darker black like Poe’s with each passing day.

               “Leia said her first word,” Luke announced with pride and Ava gasped in shock, turning her head to look at Poe who was smiling nervously and then to Luke who was smirking, trying not to laugh.

               “What was it? Did you record it?”

               “Uh…no. I didn’t record it,” Poe knelt down beside her and plucked up Leia while Ava pulled Shara into her arms.

               “Why not?” She watched her husband turn red in the face. “What was the word, Poe?”

               “Kriff,” he bit his bottom lip and Ava burst out laughing.

               “I think Gram would approve,” Luke insisted, dropping to a seat on the couch.

               “Yeah,” Ava beamed at Poe, enjoying the moment with all their family together. Poe pressed a soft kiss to Leia’s chubby little cheek making her giggle and squeal, her legs flailing, one hand slapping against his chest. “I think so too.”

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Starry Night. [Poe Dameron X Reader]

So uh, my first fanfic on here. Dont know if I’ll continue posting on here but i’ve been a thot for poe x readers so here one is.

Warnings: Light swearing, bad writing.

pairing: poe x droidmechanic!reader

Poe jumped out of his X-Wing, the vehicle’s top staying open. He didn’t care, the only thing he cares about right now is his droid. “BB-8! Buddy, are you alright?” Poe exclaims out, helping BB-8 out of it’s place in his fighter. The droid chirped sadly. It was really beat up. When a couple TIE Fighters got too close Poe failed to protect BB-8 and got caught in the line of fire. Luckily, he wasn’t shot, but he still was damaged. “C'mon buddy, let’s take you to a mechanic.” Poe picked up his droid, whom was heavy, and walked out of the main hangar to where the escape pods and mechanics lied.

You just finished up on a reprogrammed war droid from atleast forty years ago. All it could say was “Roger, roger.“ but nonetheless was interesting to study. You finished fixing it’s joint and let it stand. “All done, buddy! You can go rest up now.” You told it. The droid followed your instructions and walked off into another room to charge up. You heard the small whir of the machine booting up and you were content with the quiet.

That was, until the best pilot in the Resistance came barging into your qaurters. He set down his BB unit droid and rushed right up to you.

“Sir, you cant--”

“I know, I know,” he spoke, his hands moved reassuringly. You could tell he was shaken up by something. His orange Resistance jumper clearly screaming that he was a pilot. “But my droid, BB-8, he was damaged pretty bad and I don’t know if I can fix him this time.” Poe looked down sadly. BB-8 rolled up slowly, it’s head down and busted up.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get your droid looking brand new. I just need your name.” You promised, pulling out a pen and peice of paper. You wrote down the description of the droid

sloppily before looking back at the pilot to get his name. He looked... familiar, you just couldn’t place it. Before you could think on it too much, he replied. “Poe. Poe Dameron.” Your stomach dropped. Poe Dameron?! The

Poe Dameron. “Best pilot in the resistance” Poe?

You kept your cool and wrote down his name too. Your handwriting was sloppy yet still readable.

“O-Okay, thank you. I’ll get right on it Poe.” and with that the famous pilot leaves hesitantly, the door hissing with it’s open and seal. You get past your nerves and kneel in front of BB-8. “Don’t worry, lil guy. We‘ll fix you right up. You’ll be brand new BB-8.”

***

Hours passed since late last night. The sun of the grassy planet you were based on was starting to rise. You worked on BB-8 all night, trying to get him done as fast as possible. You didn’t know when he was needed on another Resistance mission and you didn't intend on making him late. You especially didn’t want to get in trouble with the General. “Okay BB-8 all we need now is your antenna. You feel better?” You asked as you got up and opened your drawer. You scanned it to find the one labeled “BB UNIT.“

BB-8 let out a string of beeps and chirps. “I’m glad buddy.” You flashed a smile at him before turning back to find an antenna. You finally find the ones suitable for a BB unit and you pluck it from it's place. You kneel in front of BB-8. You start to put it in place before BB-8 starts “talking” again. You’re taken back. “What? No, BB-8, you’re mistaken. You showed up really beat down. Your circuits weren’t working properly.”

The little droid insisted on the idea that you had a crush on Poe. “Alright BB-8 so what if I do?” The droid starting beeping happily, rolling forward and back like a happy puppy. ”Hey!” You stop working on his antenna. You place your hands on your thighs. “You can’t tell a soul. Or droid. Especially Poe or C-3PO. We both know that droid can’t keep a secret. But, that’s beside the point. You can’t tell him. This is my first official interaction with him besides seeing him in the dining hall or around the base.” BB-8 beeps in agreement. You sigh in relief. “Thank you, BB-8. If you didn’t agree I was ready to reprogram you.” You joked and BB-8’s head jerked back in fake surprise, making you giggle. “Alright, alright. Let’s get this thing on and you’ll be ready to see Poe again.”

You call Poe into your workshop immediately. Once he shows up, he’s panting. The door unlocks with a hiss and reveals the pilot, out of breath. You chuckle, “You sure got here fast.” He smiles, completely entering the room causing the door to seal with another hiss. BB-8 comes barelling towards Poe. “Oh, buddy! I missed you!” Poe exclaimed, he wore a huge smile as he rubbed BB-8’s belly as if he was a dog. You can’t help but smile at the relationship that Poe and his droid have. Most just cared about their droid getting the job done but Poe cared for his droid like it was a real person. Poe stood, dismissing himself from BB-8 for a second. He was still wearing his jumper. Vest and all.

Poe walked up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Thank you so much for fixing BB-8. I don‘t know how to make it up to you.”

You smiled nervously and rubbed your head, “How about breakfast? I haven‘t got a wink of sleep.” Poe’s features shifted. “I’m s--” You stopped him right there. “No need to apologize. BB-8 kept me company. Your droid’s quite funny, you know. Which made me think, do droids-- other than protocol droids--understand jokes?” Poe stopped to think and BB-8 beeped out something that made you erupt into laughter. “My flying ski--? BB-8!” Poe exclaimed out. “Listen, I don’t know where he got that from.”

Your laughing fit started to wind down. “He’s probably been spending too much time with R2.” Poe laughed, “You might be right there.“ Poe shifted a little, “About that breakfast.” You jumped, “Oh right! Yeah hold on.” You unzipped your jumpsuit, letting it fall around your waist. You tied the sleeves together quickly and you felt the breeze of the room with your tanktop on. You grabbed some credits from the top of your counter. You turned to Poe.

His brown eyes were just staring at you before he snapped back into reality. “No, I’ll pay.” He insisted. You felt concern grow. “Are you sure?” You questioned, slowly placing the credits back onto the table. “Yeah, you fixed my droid, it’s the least I can do.” You smiled at his generosity and began to walk aside him to the door which quickly opened. “I never caught your name.” He said, BB-8 trailing behing the both of you as you set your paths to the mess hall. You tucked a stray hair from your face, setting it behind your ear. “Y/N.” You replied. Poe smirked. “Well, Miss Y/N, it’s been a pleasure having you fix my droid.” He bumped his shoulder with yours. You giggled, replying back in the same fashion. “Well, Mr. Dameron, it’s been a pleasure fixing your droid and having you buy me food.”

***

Months to come after that came more visits from Poe. It’s been four months since BB-8’s incident and Poe (along with BB-8) have not stopped visiting you. The droid has taken quite a liking to you and you think Poe has too.

The two of you have grown very close. Best friends even. Plus, ever since BB-8’s incident, Poe always brought you food when you didn‘t show up at the mess hall for dinner. Which was very sweet of him. And when you did show up, he kept you company by sitting with you everytime.

Today was one of those days where you missed dinner because of a protocol droid with a broken arm. You needed to replace the whole thing and rewire it completely. When you were done, it was just starting to become ten o’ clock. “God damnit.” You muttered under your breath. Poe wasn’t going to come, he was already sleeping probably. You sat down, going through your list of what to do tomorrow morning before you went to bed.

The door opened with a loud hiss and a small knock followed. “Y/N?” You sat up immediately. “Huh?” It was Poe. With food in his hands.

You rushed up to him and enveloped him in a hug. “You saved me. Thank you so much.” You took the bag of food from his hands and kissed his cheek. You grabbed the bag and turned to go sit but Poe grabbed your wrist, spinning you around. You were met eye to eye with him. He looked a bit flustered but maintained his suave nature. He looked all fancied up too. Shirt, jacket, pants, boots. Okay maybe it’s what he wore causally all the time but it’s rare you ever see him dressed this way. “I don’t think so missy. You’re coming with me.” You raised an eyebrow, “Where is that exactly?” Poe smirked, his brown eyes twinkled. “The most beautiful spot in the Resistance base.”

You followed him to wherever the hell he was taking you. You took small bites of the food Poe brought you when he wasn’t looking. “So uh, where’s BB-8?” You ask quietly, trying not to wake up the entire base and hiding your mouth full of food. “Like my droid better than me now, do we?” He chuckled. “BB-8’s back in my quarters. He had a long day.” You laughed. “How would a droid have a long day Dameron?”

“He was helping me a lot today.” Poe said defensively, the smile still bright on his face. “You should know about droids more than anyone Y/N.” He nudged you and you smiled leaning into him so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders, the leather of his jacket felt warm on your shoulders that were exposed by your tanktop. Your jumpsuit was tied around your waist again, you didn’t want to sweat wherever you were going. Besides, if you got hot, you had pants under.

Poe, while walking, looked down at your food. “Have you been eating that?” He pointed and you snorted loudly, erupting into laughter. “Shh!” he shushed you, but he was laughing himself.

***

After a few minutes of walking Poe finally lead you to the hangars. Poe jogged over to a stack of crates, and climbed on top of them. You slowly walked up to him. “What are you doing?” You question, genuinely curious now. Poe extended his hand and after giving him a weird look you took it. He hoisted you up, opening a tile that lead to the roof where stars lied for as far as you could see. The scenic view of the grass planet you were stationed only added to the view.

“Woah,” You breathed out. “Yeah,” Poe whispered out gruffly. “The views gorgeous isn’t it?” You turn to look at Poe and his eyes met yours. Was he looking at you this whole time?

“I just thought I would bring you out here for once. You’re always holed up in that workshop of yours.” You smiled, unsure if Poe could see you smiling. “Thank you, Poe.”

“Anytime, doll.”

Your stomach sunk at the nickname but you ignored it, thinking it meant nothing. Instead, you grabbed your food and started to eat it. Poe leaned back and rested on his elbows his brown eyes flickering between the night sky and you.

When you finished your food, you set it aside and laid back, putting one arm under your head and the other on your stomach.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Poe?”

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped before it began racing again. He loved you? As friends?

“I-I love you too, Poe.”

He suddenly turned over to his side, facing you. He was leaning on his left arm, his hands cupped. “No, like, I love you.”

You sat up. “Poe...? What do you mean?”

“Okay. Uh, Y/N ever since months ago when you fixed BB-8. I’ve sort of had a small crush on you and I used this,” He gestured around the two of you. “As a excuse to ask you out. Not the best but--”

You were taken back. Poe liked you? Holy hell. You were overwhelmed. “Poe,” you said softly which made him look up at you. “I’ve always felt the same. I-I love you, flyboy.” And with a giant grin, Poe pushed his lips onto yours.

The rest of the night was spent talking (and kissing) until the both of you fell asleep.

[leiaskywalkvr]

another hope - chapter iii

summary: Rebels have stolen the Death Star plans. Entrusted with the task of seeing them safely to Alliance leadership, Prince Luke Organa of Alderaan races to Tatooine, hoping to find and recruit Obi-Wan Kenobi, a survivor of the Jedi Purge. Pursued by agents of the sinister Galactic Empire, Prince Luke is running out of time, and must find a way to keep the plans that carry the last hope for the Rebel Alliance from falling back into Imperial hands…

characters: leia organa, luke skywalker, obi-wan kenobi

length: 4.6k words

ao3 link: (x)

Luke woke slowly, the world coming back to him in bits and pieces as the fog that clouded his mind began to clear. He was lying on a bed; the mattress was hard and lumpy, and the blankets that covered him were itchy. When he opened his eyes, it was to see a bright, sun-filled room laid out before him; the walls were made of a chalky-coloured stone, and all the light seemed to be pouring in from a narrow slit of a window near the ceiling. He felt icy fear pump through his veins at the sight — he had no idea where he was.

Thinking back, he found that all of his most recent memories were cloudy and unclear; it was like trying to recall a mostly-forgotten dream. He didn’t remember how he had gotten to this place, and it took several moments of digging to remember that he had been headed for Tatooine. That must be where he was now, he realized; despite the fact that he was indoors and surrounded by stone, he could feel the desert heat pressing against him, leaking in through the window and the walls. He remembered the droids who had been with him, the pod they had been travelling in, and something about a Star Destroyer, and he just barely held onto the memory of placing the Death Star plans within R2-D2. It was that memory that caused him to sit up, slowly hoisting himself up on unsteady arms.  

The droid was nowhere to be seen, and a feeling of horrible panic joined the fear still lingering in the pit of his stomach. There was a dull ache pounding against the front of his skull, and when he reached up he found a bacta patch plastered to his forehead; he guessed that it had been put there by the same person who had brought him here. His mouth and throat were dry and scratchy, and when he threw back the thin covers and attempted to stand the room began to spin in front of him, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut and fall back onto the pillows. He needed to find R2-D2 and make sure he was alright — that the plans were still with him — but he didn’t think he could stand without passing out.

He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he twisted his shaking hands into the covers. He needed to come up with a plan to figure out where he was and what had happened to R2-D2 — preferably without collapsing. The dull ache in his head was quickly becoming more and more painful, and he wished desperately for a glass of water. Opening his eyes, he glanced around the room. It was small and sparsely furnished, with very little in the way of decoration. A collection of sandy-coloured rocks and cloudy quartz sat atop a short, rickety dresser, and a pile of laundry was heaped on a bench beneath the window. The only other item of any interest was the old slugthrower propped against the nearby corner. Luke wondered if it still worked, and filed it away in his mind just in case.

There was, however, no water, and his mouth was beginning to feel as dry as the arid desert outside. He was starting to consider calling out for someone when the door to the room slid open, and a brown-haired, middle-aged woman stepped inside. Luke shifted further back onto the bed, surprised, but the woman just smiled, her hands clasped together in front of her.

“Ah, you’re finally awake,” she said. “That’s a good sign. How are you feeling?”

“I…” Luke stared at the woman, and shook his head. “Who are you?” he asked. “Where am I?”

“My name’s Beru,” she replied. “You’re at my home, on Tatooine. More specifically, in my niece’s bedroom. She’s the one who found you and your droids in that crashed pod.”

Crash… yes, Luke could remember the Star Destroyer firing on them, and being hit. He must have smacked his head on something and blacked out; that would explain the bacta patch, and the stabbing headache. “Where are the droids now?” he asked.

“My niece has them,” Beru explained. “Something about finding them new parts. They weren’t too badly damaged, though, I promise. Just a few repairs, is all.”

“When did she find me?”

“Yesterday afternoon. It’s still early morning now, so I don’t think you’ve been out for long.”

He nodded, but the movement caused the pain in his head to flare up, so he stopped. “Could I have a glass of water, please?” he asked.

“Yes, of course! Just a second.” Beru quickly retreated back into the hallway, leaving Luke alone again. He didn’t move, instead taking in several deep, rhythmic breaths in an attempt to soothe his nerves and ease his pounding headache. R2-D2 and C-3PO were both alright; that was good news. He only hoped Beru’s niece returned soon.

Less than a minute later Beru was back, handing him a glass of cool water. He drank it greedily, until the whole thing was finished, then Beru took back the empty glass, placing it on the bedside table.

“Thank you,” he said, and she nodded. “I… You’re very kind to have taken me in.” He paused, hesitating, before continuing, “I can compensate you, for caring for both me and my droids, and buying them new parts. It’s the least I could do, to thank you for your generosity.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Beru nodded again. In the Core Worlds, most people would have rejected his offer, or at least argued before accepting. But Tatooine was a poverty-stricken planet in the Outer Rim. Here, Luke knew, you did not turn away money when it was offered, and he offered it to her wholeheartedly.  

“My niece…” Beru started, seeming to hesitate a moment before continuing, “She says you’re a prince. That’s what your protocol droid told her.”

Luke wondered, briefly, if she was going to try and get more money from him, but he quickly pushed that idea from his mind; Beru seemed like a kind, honest woman, and though they looked nothing alike, she reminded him vaguely of his mother. There was something about her that just seemed instinctively maternal. “Yes,” he said, nodding. “I’m a prince. My name is Luke Organa. I—“

He was cut off by the sound of someone yelling outside. It sounded like a man, but their words were too indistinct for Luke to understand. A frown crossed Beru’s face, and she went over to the door, leaning out and peering down the hallway.

“Who is it?” Luke asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m going to go see. I’ll be right back.” She cast him one last glance before disappearing down the hallway.

Luke remained seated on the bed, listening intently as her footsteps retreated. The sounds of a conversation floated down, but it was all much too quiet for him to understand, or to even tell who was speaking. A feeling of dread began to seep into him, and he glanced at the slugthrower in the corner of the room. Slowly, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. There was a burst of yelling from outside, and then heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. Even though simply moving had sent the world whirling, Luke stood, hurrying across the room and grabbing the slugthrower.

It felt as if the ground was going to fall out from under him at any moment, but he managed to remain on his feet. He’d never used a slugthrower before, but it was close enough to a blaster that he felt he could figure it out. He gave it a quick once-over, blinking to focus his vision, and then aimed the weapon at the door. The footsteps grew closer, stopping every few moments as if inspecting something before continuing. Luke’s heart was thudding in his chest as they approached the bedroom.

An Imperial stormtrooper stepped into the doorway.

◊◊◊

When Leia came to, it was to find Ben Kenobi kneeling beside her, a look of concern on his weathered old face. Exhaling slowly, she carefully lifted herself up into a sitting position, rubbing at the tender bump now raised on the back of her head.

“Easy now,” Ben said, his hand on her shoulder. “You’ve had a busy day. You’re fortunate to be all in one piece.”

Leia blinked, attempting to clear away some of the fuzz that still lingered in her mind. “Ben Kenobi,” she breathed. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

“The Jundland Wastes are not to be travelled lightly,” Ben said, standing and reaching out a hand to her. She took it, and he helped hoist her to her feet, leading her to a rock and settling her down onto it. R2 rolled up to her, beeping his relief that she was alright, and she gave him a small smile. Ben looked, briefly, at the droid before turning back to Leia. “Tell me, young Leia, what brings you out this far?” he asked.

“This droid here,” Leia answered, pointing to R2, who gave a series of little beeps. “I found him in a crashed escape pod yesterday, alongside a protocol droid and a boy. Apparently, they were looking for someone, but the boy was unconscious from the crash, and so this little guy decided to complete the mission himself. The person they’re looking for seems to be someone named Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you who that is? Is he a relative of yours?”

At the sound of the name Obi-Wan, Ben’s eyes widened, and he slowly sank back onto the rock across from Leia. “Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he said, staring at her with a look of incredulity on his face. His voice quieted. “Obi-Wan… Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time… a long time.”

Leia’s eyebrows drew together as she watched the old wizard. “My uncle said something about him,” she said. “He told me he was dead.”

Ben shook his head. “Oh, he’s not dead. Well, not yet.”

“Then you know him?”

“Well of course I know him!” Something of a small smirk crossed Ben’s face, and he tapped his hand against his own chest. “He’s me.” At that, R2 let out a stream of loud, excited beeps. “I haven’t gone by the name Obi-Wan since, oh, before you were born.”

“So do you have any idea why they were looking for you?” Leia asked, gesturing to R2.

Ben looked at the droid, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I might have an idea,” he said, but before he could say more the cries of a group of Sand People came resounding down into the canyon. “I think we better get inside,” he said, standing. “The Sand People are easily startled, but they’ll soon be back, and in greater numbers.”

Leia stood, and looked to R2. “Where’s Threepio?” she asked, but the only answer the droid had was an unknowing whistle.

She found the protocol droid several metres away, lying in a pile of sand with his left arm ripped off and discarded beside him; it was the same arm that had been damaged in the crash. He must have been set upon by the Sand People before he had had a chance to hide. Grabbing his arm, Leia helped him to stand, and Ben lead the way to his home.

◊◊◊

Ben’s dwelling was small and cluttered, outfitted with only the barest necessities for survival, but it was comfortable. Leia had settled 3PO onto a bench in the corner and was in the process of fixing his arm, hopefully for good this time.

“My father didn’t fight in the wars,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at Ben, who sat across the table from her. “He was a navigator on a spice freighter.”

“Is that what your uncle told you?” Ben asked, one eyebrow raised. “He could never understand why your father left; he thought he should have stayed here, and not gotten involved.”

Leia paused, turning to face him fully. “Did you fight in the Clone Wars, too?” she asked.

“Yes.” Ben nodded. “I was once a Jedi Knight, the same as your father.”

Leia stared at him, and at the distant expression on his face. “What was he like? My father?”

A small, almost sad, smile pulled at Ben’s lips. “He was the best star-pilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior.” He looked at Leia, and his smile grew. “From what I understand, you have become quite proficient with a blaster yourself.”

She grinned and shrugged, looking back at 3PO’s arm, now almost completely reattached.

Ben nodded and looked away again, the smile slipping from his face just the tiniest amount. “And he was a good friend… Which reminds me — I have something here for you.” He stood, walking over to a small chest sitting on the floor nearby. Lifting the lid, he began to rummage about inside. “Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but your uncle refused. He said it wasn’t proper; I think he was afraid you would follow old Obi-Wan on some damned-fool idealistic crusade, like your father.”

Having finished tightening the last bolts on 3PO’s arm, Leia looked over to where Ben stood; he now held a strange cylindrical object in his hand, covered in buttons and other strange gadgets.

“Miss,” 3PO said, and Leia glanced back at him, “if you’ll not be needing me, I’ll shut down for a while.”

She nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.” She stood, not even checking to see if the droid had even shut down before wandering over to stand near Ben, staring at the strange object in his hands. “What is it?” she asked.

“Your father’s lightsaber,” Ben said, holding it out to her. “The weapon of a Jedi Knight.”

Carefully, Leia took it in her hands. As soon as her fingers wrapped around the cool metal, a barrage of images flew across her vision, so fast she could barely tell what she was looking at. She saw battles, one after the other, fought between droids and men in white armour; children, dead and crumpled on a stone floor; a river of lava and a woman lying unconscious. A man’s voice sounded in her ears, a cry that was nothing more than a whisper: “I hate you!” She could feel a crushing mix of rage and sorrow, churning inside her like an angered animal and leaving tears, unshed, lingering in her eyes.

The images faded as quickly as they came, taking with them the anger and the sorrow, and leaving Leia staring at the weapon, stunned. “What… what was that?” she asked, looking up with wide eyes at Ben, who was watching her curiously.

“Did you see something?” he asked.

She nodded. “Just flashes of images; battles and… and massacres.” A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of what she had seen.

Ben was silent for a moment, scrutinizing both her and the lightsaber with an unreadable expression on his face. “I believe you might have just unwillingly witnessed events from the lightsaber’s past,” he said. “It is a rare ability known as psychometry; very useful, but also very dangerous.”

Leia looked down at the lightsaber hilt, turning it over in her hands. “I saw children,” she said, “murdered. Who killed them? Who could kill children?”

Ben sat back down, and Leia followed suit, staring at him expectantly. He sighed, rubbing tiredly at his knees before turning to face her. “The Clone Wars were a dark time,” he began. “For over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. But that was before the Empire. They hunted down and destroyed the Jedi, killing all who they found — including the children.”

“Is that how my father died?”

There was a moment of hesitation, barely even noticeable, before Ben nodded. “A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he turned to evil, helped the Empire to find and kill the Jedi. He betrayed and murdered your father. Now the Jedi are all but extinct.” He looked at Leia, and the expression he wore was grave. “Vader was seduced by the dark side of the Force.”

Leia frowned. “The Force?”

“It is what gives a Jedi their power,” Ben explained. “It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.”

Leia wanted to ask more, but R2 suddenly let out a stream of loud whistles, drawing Ben’s attention away. “What is it, my little friend?” he asked, standing and walking over to where R2 sat. “Have you got something for me?” The astromech beeped incomprehensibly, and then one of the knobs of his head began to glow, projecting a blue hologram onto the small round table that sat in the middle of the room. Leia recognized it instantly as the prince.

“General Kenobi,” the hologram began, “a long time ago you worked alongside my father during the Clone Wars. Now, he asks you once again to help him in his fight against the Empire. Regretfully, my ship has fallen under attack and I have been forced to flee in an escape pod. If you are seeing this message, then my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have entrusted this R2 unit with the safekeeping of information that is vital to the Rebellion’s survival. It is imperative that my father receive it. You must see this dr—“

He was cut off by what sounded like an explosion. The hologram shook and flickered, then died. Ben sat down and leaned back, thoughtfully running a hand over his short beard. Leia’s eyes remained focused on the place where the hologram had been; so, the boy was a rebel. Not only that, but he had been carrying sensitive information — information that now sat in R2-D2’s memory systems. Information that the Empire was no doubt anxious to get a hold of.

Ben looked over at her and leaned forward, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You must learn the ways of the Force,” he said, “if you are to come with me to Alderaan.”

Leia blinked. “Alderaan?” She stared incredulously at the old man. “I… You want me to go with you?”

“Of course,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the galaxy. “I’m getting much too old for this sort of thing, you know.”

She felt a smile stretch across her face as a sort of incredulous joy filled her. He wanted her to go with him to Alderaan — to the Core Worlds, on a mission for the Rebellion. Off of Tatooine. Ben would get her off Tatooine; he was her ticket.  

“The prince is at my home,” she said, gesturing to the table where, only moments ago, the hologram had appeared. “He was injured in the crash, but he should be alright to travel soon. I can bring you to him.”

Ben’s eyebrows rose, his expression hopeful. “So then you are coming with me?”

Leia took in a deep breath. Uncle Owen would be furious to know she had agreed to travel to Alderaan with Ben Kenobi, but it was an opportunity she could not pass up. It might be her only way of ever getting off Tatooine, and she was going to take it, with or without her uncle’s approval.

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “I want to learn the ways of the Force. I want to become a Jedi, like my father.”

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Leia saw the smoke long before the entry dome came into view. It was thick and black, pouring into the blue sky like oil. Her heart caught in her throat at the sight of it, and she sped up so quickly that Ben, sitting beside her in the speeder, reached out to steady himself.

The black smoke was coming from the garage. As they approached the farm, Leia stopped the speeder and jumped out, running towards the scorched entry dome; its sandy pourstone was black with soot, and wisps of grey smoke floated from the doorway. Everything stank of fire, and the smoke stung her eyes and scratched at her throat as she spun around wildly.

“Uncle Owen!” she called, scanning the area for any sign of her aunt and uncle. “Aunt Beru! Uncle Owen!”

There was no answer. She took a few stumbling steps towards the entry dome, and paused; there, in the doorway, were two blackened corpses, burnt beyond recognition. A sob caught in her throat, and she threw her hands up to cover her mouth. She didn’t even need to ask herself who had done this — the Empire had come for the prince, and they had killed her aunt and uncle in retaliation. Because of her.

Her breath came in heaving gasps, and she crumpled to the ground. Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru were dead, and the prince was likely in the hands of the Empire, and she hadn’t been there to stop it. She had nothing now — no home, no family, no possessions save the clothes she wore and her dead father’s lightsaber. And it was all her fault.

The weight of a comforting hand settled on her shoulder. “There was nothing you could have done, Leia,” Ben said. “Had you been there, you too would be dead, and the Empire would have the droids as well as the prince.”

Leia wiped angrily at the tears leaking from her eyes, blinking to keep them at bay. “I knew he was part of the Rebellion,” she whispered. “I knew the Empire was after him, and I didn’t warn them. It’s my fault they’re dead.”

“It is the Empire’s fault they are dead,” Ben said, squeezing her shoulder. “That is who you must blame. Not yourself.”

She nodded. Despite what Ben said, she didn’t know if she could ever forgive herself for this — for causing the deaths of the people who had raised her and loved her all her life, however inadvertently it might have been.

But she did know one thing: She would become a Jedi, and she would help put an end to the Empire.

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Luke followed behind the two stormtroopers as they lead him through the hallway, his hands bound together in front of him. He felt unsteady, and the shiny black floor of the corridor seemed to swing from side to side, as if attempting to throw him off balance. The pain in his head was slowly becoming excruciating, and the gash on his forehead had begun to sting; the bacta patch had fallen off at some point, leaving the wound only partially healed and likely to scar. He tried not to focus on that, however — he had bigger issues to deal with.

He had been dragged rather unceremoniously from the home on Tatooine; the stormtroopers hadn’t even allowed him to put his boots on. Barely able to stand, they’d had to practically carry him away. He didn’t remember most of the journey, but they had brought him up to a Star Destroyer, where he had promptly been locked away in a cell and had fallen unconscious again. He had woken only when they had come to bring him to the Death Star.

The Death Star — the battle station with enough power to destroy an entire planet, whose plans he had been entrusted to bring to Rebel leadership, and on which he was now a prisoner. Luke liked to think of himself as brave, but the thought of being imprisoned on the Death Star left no small amount of fear in his heart.

The stormtroopers lead him deep within the bowels of the station. He had been given a pair of shoes before leaving the Star Destroyer, and they fit poorly, pinching at his toes with every step he took. Before long he knew his feet would be red and blistered, but they did not stop until they reached their destination — a cell, on one of the station’s many detention levels. One of his escorts removed the binders from his wrists, and the other all but threw him inside.

The cell was bare, with only a hard metal bench to sit on. The walls were black, and the lights set into the ceiling were covered by a metal grating. A camera sat on the wall above the door, watching his every move; Luke stared into it defiantly as the door to his cell hissed shut, leaving him all alone.

He sat down on the bench, his fingers curling around the edge to grip the cold metal. He felt nauseated, and the pounding pain in his skull didn’t help. Closing his eyes, he took in several deep breaths and tried to console himself — he had been captured, yes, but all was not lost. R2-D2 had not been found, and was likely still safe with Beru’s niece. The droid would seek out Obi-Wan Kenobi, and get the plans to Luke’s father. The Rebellion could still be saved.

In the meantime, Luke would do what he could to survive. He was a member of the Imperial Senate, and a font of knowledge regarding the Rebel Alliance. The Empire would not kill him — not right away. They would try and get whatever information they could out of him, by whatever means necessary, but he had been trained to resist interrogation, and to withstand torture. He would not willingly give away the Rebellion; of this he was sure.

It was not long before the door to his cell was sliding open once more. Luke opened his eyes to see two black-clad guards stepping into the room, but they did not worry him; it was the looming figure behind them that gave him cause for concern. Darth Vader strode into the cell, bringing with him such an air of malice and fear that Luke felt his conviction waver, and he shrank back, as if there was somewhere for him to escape to.

“Your Highness,” Vader said, his voice deep and menacing, “how kind of you to finally join us.”

“Darth Vader,” Luke replied, hoping that none of the fear he felt showed in his voice. “I suspect you’ve come to interrogate me?”

“Yes. Very good.” The praise was mocking, and Luke clenched his jaw. Vader almost seemed to be smirking beneath his mask. “You will tell me what happened to the plans you received,” he said.

“I don’t—“

“Do not try and lie to me, Your Highness,” Vader interrupted. “Several transmissions were beamed to your ship by rebel spies. The plans were not found onboard, and you are the only one who escaped. So, I will say it again, Prince Luke — you will tell me what happened to the plans you received.” He stared down at Luke, and Luke stared back up at him, despite the fear that rose in him at the sight of Vader’s black mask and its soulless red eyes.

He said nothing, and Vader turned to the doorway. An interrogator droid, black as the suit of its master and covered in all manner of disquieting gadgets, floated into the room. It held a needle in one of its probes, and the liquid inside glinted menacingly in the dim light.

Vader stepped close to him, leaning down as the droid made its slow approach. “We will find the plans, and your hidden Rebel base, as well,” he warned, his words dripping malice. “Of that you can be sure, Your Highness.”

[youremyonlyhope]

The Phantom Menace

So I rewatched the original trilogy last year, and now I’m gonna rewatch the prequels.

I haven’t seen the prequels since I saw them in theatres as a kid, so this should be interesting. As a kid, I liked the prequels and was heartbroken when I got older and found out the whole world hates them. But also, I haven’t seen them since I was a kid, so I hope I’ll still like them if only for the nostalgia. All I remember is that I’ve always loved Padme and her costumes and Darth Maul gave me nightmares for years.

Also, I didn’t see the Phantom Menace in theatres because I was 3 when it came out, but a year ago my mom tried to convince me that I actually had seen it in theatres. I know for a fact the first movie I ever saw in theatres was either Fantasia or Dinosaur since both of those came out in 2000 when I was 4, so my mom was really confused.

And while I watch this I’m gonna be putting mini twists into my hair.

So. Let’s begin!

GOD I LOVE STAR WARS. Just the “A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...” and then the theme just makes me so happy. You can really tell the filmmakers were happy that CGI had become a thing by 1999. Silver C-3PO with a woman’s voice just seems wrong... “I have a bad feeling about this” He said the thing. Also yay Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon! Also, and this is very sad but in my defense I was 3, I forgot that Qui-Gon was even a character in this movie until a couple years ago. When I was 3, I literally remembered Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan as being one person. I don’t know why. I remember a few years before I figured out that they were 2 different people, I heard someone say something along the lines of “Liam Neeson was in Star Wars” and I was like “...Ok... no... Obi-Wan wasn’t played by Liam Neeson” and I thought they were an idiot for getting Ewan McGregor mixed up with him. Turns out 3 year old me is actual the idiot for combining them into one person. Master Yoda namedrop. Also that stupid ponytail Obi-Wan why. Ahhh it’s the emperor! Lightsabers! Also there were a couple notes of music just then with a very Harry Potter vibe. Oh, John Williams. ROGER ROGER. I REMEMBER THAT SO VIVIDLY FROM MY CHILDHOOD. Now that’s how you use a lightsaber! To cut doors open. Ugh the ponytail AND the rattail. I’d forgotten Obi-Wan had a rattail too. Ani’s was bad enough. QUEEN AMIDALA! IT’S QUEEN AMIDALA! I JUST LET OUT THE SOFTEST GASP. SUDDENLY, I AM 4 YEARS OLD AGAIN. Maybe we shouldn’t trust this Palpatine guy. This CGI has not aged well. Especially not Jar Jar. Oh no. Jar Jar has not aged well at all. On that note, I’ve never hated Jar Jar. I hope this doesn’t make me hate him. Especially since StarKid’s Ani: The Musical makes you fall in love with Jar Jar. “Ex-squeeze-me” I can’t. I don’t think I remember the city being in the water... But I remember the breathing devices because I wanted one. “Yousa in big dudu this time” see this is more ridiculous and hilarious than like... hate-worthy. I don’t remember the gooberfish. OH NO AND I DEFINITELY DON’T REMEMBER THE BIGGER FISH. I literally gasped out “What!?” just now. THIS FISH HAS ARMS. GUYS. IT HAS ARMS. IT’S A LIGHT UP ALLIGATOR. I DON’T REMEMBER ANY OF THIS. NOW BRUCE THE SHARK IS HERE TOO. How did Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon stay so calm? I’m literally Jar Jar freaking out. Oh hi Keira Knightly. I actually almost fell for it, but I saw the handmaidens thought to myself “oh I’ve always loved their outfits so much” and then happened to look right at Natalie Portman and I was like “...Ooooooh” Ok, the battle drone acting confused to try to be funny was just sad. R2 UNITS! THEY JUST SHOT A R2 UNIT RIGHT OFF THE SHIP. HOW DARE THEY? AND 2 MORE ARE GONE! THOSE POOR DROIDS! Wait so is that one R2D2? Awwww. Question: Because I know too much about this series, did people realize that Palpatine was the emperor before the reveal? Or was it only people who knew who the actor is? DARTH MAUL. I JUST GASPED. “We should not have made this bargain.” You think? Also I’m loving the master/apprentice parallels happening here. Oh R2D2. I’m legit getting emotional. R2 has been through so much. And here’s his beginning. We almost could have had another R2 unit but we got R2D2. I’m so proud. I wonder if Sabe enjoys getting to boss around Padme when she’s the decoy. Also, Keira Knightly was only 12 when she filmed this??! How. “I sense a disturbance in the force” He said the thing. “The queen demands that you take her handmaiden with you” is code for “The queen wants to go on a field trip”  Ok this guy. The guy enslaving Ani and his mom. Him. I hate him. Ever since I was a kid I just hated him. I couldn’t remember who he was, but I’d see pictures of him and feel hatred. A few months ago I was finally reminded that he enslaved Ani’s mom and I was like oh ok everything makes sense. AWWW IT’S LITTLE BABY ANI. His first line is him whining. Like father like son. AHHHH IT’S C-3PO. Wait never mind. “Are you an angel?” Oh my god. That is adorable. How did this sweet little boy become Darth Vader? “You’re a slave?” “I’m a person and my name is Anakin.” YES ANI. YES. “I’m glad to have met you, Anakin.” You sure about that? I mean, yeah, you two give us Luke and Leia. But at what cost? Sebulba! I hate him too. I was not aware that Ani was legitimately Anakin’s nickname in this movie, I thought that’s just what that fandom called him affectionately. Can you tell it’s been 15+ years since I last saw this movie? NOW we see C-3PO. And R2D2 just met him for the first time awwwww. Ok so they are humans. Here’s the thing, when I was little my dad told me all the humans without makeup in Star Wars were aliens that looked humanoid. Like Time Lords. But no. They are actually humans. My dad nearly messed up my perception of Star Wars forever. “I saw your laser sword” *insert Nerdist’s Kyle Hill cringing* Seriously how could it all go so wrong with Anakin? He was such a sweet kid. Ok the whole Anakin is the Jedi Jesus thing was something I didn’t know about until a few months ago. I don’t know how I missed it as a kid. But I did. Is that Warwick Davis? Yep. It is. Also Warwick played Yoda too? Wow. He has more midi-chlorians than Yoda? Wow. Awww R2D2 is telling C-3PO about space. THE TWO-HEADED ANNOUNCER! I REMEMBER THIS! And it’s buffering so I’m pausing for a bit. Yeah. I really don’t like Sebulba. BINARY SUNSET IS PLAYING. I JUST LET OUT A SOB. “May the force be with you” He said the thing! I DON’T REMEMBER JABBA THE HUTT BEING IN THIS! Though they did say the planet was controlled by the Hutts so it makes sense, but I just thought that that was a namedrop. Ugh and also the guy with the thing coming from his head wrapped around his neck who terrified me as a kid and still freaks me out now. And now Warwick is sitting in the audience. He’s in two places at once! I forgot how dangerous podracing is. Ok 1) I really hate Sebulba. 2) Now I know why my mom always said seeing Ani in danger made her hate watching the podracing scenes.  Ok wait I gotta rewind because I looked away for a second to look at the section of hair I’m currently twisting and suddenly Sebulba’s podracer fell apart. Yeah I still don’t know exactly what happened there but whatever, I’m just glad it did. And now the Skywalkers are on Jabba’s radar forever until one of them finally kills him. “You have brought hope to those who have none” I love that hope is always associated with Skywalkers. I hate that he has to leave his mom. This is another reason my mom hates this movie. Also, Binary Sunset is playing again so that makes me happy. “I’ll make sure Mom doesn’t sell you or anything.” “Sell me?” “Bye.” Ani, you sounded like you didn’t care at all. More Binary Sunset to make an already sad scene even more emotional. One of the things you learn to do as a Jedi is cool flips and high jumps into moving ships. Wait have they said Obi-Wan’s name at all yet? I don’t remember him saying it. Oh wow Coruscant’s completely covered in cities. Oh my god. That looks so cool. Oh wait it’s one big city. Even cooler. “And look over there. Senator Palpatine is waiting for us.” Oh, how they will regret this. Ahhhhhh all of Padme’s costumes are just gorgeous. YODA AND MACE WINDU! The blue guy with the super long neck and tiny head. I remember him vividly. I remember the Senate too. Because the booths/whatever they are up and down the walls TERRIFIED ME.  It’s painful to watch Padme trust Palpatine. Mace is literally holding an iPad on a selfie stick. Oh my god. It seemed familiar and it just hit me. Everyone should just listen to Yoda all the time. Choose Bali choose Bali just don’t choose Palpatine please choose Bali. We should all listen to Obi-Wan too. “Qui-Gon, sir, I don’t wanna be a problem” Oh Ani. You’re literally the biggest problem ever. “I am Queen Amidala.” Plot twist. Though I already knew. But I have no memory of Padme having a decoy from when I was little, I found out about the decoy years later so I guess 3 year old me just really didn’t pay attention. I’m liking the little teases of Leia’s Theme we can hear. “Once we get inside go find cover” “Sure” *Gets into a ship* Jar Jar... just don’t try to help please OOoooh they’re taking off their outer cloaks. It’s getting real.  “Stay in the cockpit” *Stays in the cockpit* *Takes off* But I love that the helmet and goggles fit his tiny head perfectly. *Is in a life threatening situation* “This is tense!” UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE CENTURY ANI. “Qui-Gon told me to stay in this cockpit so that’s what I’m gonna do” Ani you little shit. Oh no I just got hit with the feels because Obi-Wan screamed “NOOOOO” just like Luke did when he died. YES SABE! Ani blowing up the control ship is one of the few things I actually vividly remember. Aww. More Binary Sunset.

THE CGI DARTH MAUL FALLING DOWN THE HOLE IS NIGHTMARE INDUCING. NO WONDER I HAD NIGHTMARES. THE SCREAMING FACE THEY ANIMATED. NOPE.

“We will watch your career with great interest” That’s for sure. “Master and apprentice.” “But which was destroyed?” *Camera ominously focuses on Palpatine* Subtle. Ew the Ani rattail has started. I THINK THIS IS MY FAVORITE OF ALL OF PADMES OUTFITS. I’VE ALWAYS LOVED IT SO MUCH. IT’S SO GORGEOUS. AHHHHH. I love that the final shot was like A New Hope’s.

Ok.

So kill me if you must because I am about to commit Star Wars blasphemy, but I actually enjoyed The Phantom Menace. And it wasn’t only because it made me nostalgic since obviously I didn’t remember most of this movie. It’s no where near as good as the others, but I came in with really low expectations because I was scared that only 3 year old Hope enjoyed it, but no it went way above those low expectations and 21 year old Hope enjoyed it too. Not amazing, but not completely terrible. I get why some people might hate Jar Jar since he did get a little annoying but I couldn’t hate him. Ani’s acting was a little off sometimes but whatever. Sometimes the movie got a little ridiculous but guys, come on, the originals were ridiculous too. Not as ridiculous, but still. I liked it. I didn’t love it, but I liked it.

And now I’m gonna be disowned by the Star Wars fandom but whatever.