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driftfleet2016-01-07 09:26 pm
coolhand) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-07 09:26 pm
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And you, you're just a substitute for the one that I hold dear
Who: Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo
Action: On the Red Fish, in Luke's room
When: 1/7
[It's a small room, which is the focus of Luke's anxiety right now. Perhaps all this would be easier if his room was larger, if everyone had their own space to pace and gesture. As it is, the bunks on the Red Fish weren't built for four people to a room, and Luke sits on the bed next to Leia, their knees bumping together. He feels stupidly like a child sitting on the bed like this, but there's nothing for it. He doesn't want to have this talk in public, where anyone can listen-- so his room it is.
Of course, he isn't actually anxious about that. That would be stupid. But it's far easier to fret about the room than--
He glances over at Han. He'd had a talk with him, voices low and urgent, please don't start a fight, that's all it boiled down to-- I know you hate him but please-- and Han had, eventually, agreed. He's a good man, under all that gruff; he won't spoil this for them. If he interrupts, it will be for a good reason.
Anakin isn't here yet, but he'll be over soon; he'd just sent a message saying as such. So now they wait, they three: Luke fiddling with a bit of machinery he'd picked up on the last planet; Leia next to him, body coiled tight, her own tenseness feeding into his anxiety; Han, standing guard, his face drawn and his body held tightly.]
Action: On the Red Fish, in Luke's room
When: 1/7
[It's a small room, which is the focus of Luke's anxiety right now. Perhaps all this would be easier if his room was larger, if everyone had their own space to pace and gesture. As it is, the bunks on the Red Fish weren't built for four people to a room, and Luke sits on the bed next to Leia, their knees bumping together. He feels stupidly like a child sitting on the bed like this, but there's nothing for it. He doesn't want to have this talk in public, where anyone can listen-- so his room it is.
Of course, he isn't actually anxious about that. That would be stupid. But it's far easier to fret about the room than--
He glances over at Han. He'd had a talk with him, voices low and urgent, please don't start a fight, that's all it boiled down to-- I know you hate him but please-- and Han had, eventually, agreed. He's a good man, under all that gruff; he won't spoil this for them. If he interrupts, it will be for a good reason.
Anakin isn't here yet, but he'll be over soon; he'd just sent a message saying as such. So now they wait, they three: Luke fiddling with a bit of machinery he'd picked up on the last planet; Leia next to him, body coiled tight, her own tenseness feeding into his anxiety; Han, standing guard, his face drawn and his body held tightly.]