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star wars: luke skywalker

diy energy weapon.

Who: luke skywalker

crudematter & cassandra

deal
When: "ehhh prob around 5/10 or something idk"
Where: Hangar bay.
What: Luke Skywalker sticks his head inside an oven. It's okay; it's an electic oven.
Warnings: Second degree burns, unauthorized metalworking.

[Someone's been building in the cargo bay. Luke figures people won't notice, since he's in there pretty frequently to build droids. So what if he's also using the parts to construct a makeshift oven in the corner. Who will notice?]

[It's pretty small, about the size and shape of a few truck tires piled on top of each other. Most notably, it has no door, just an open hatch facing outward.]

[...It's an opening large enough for Luke to stick most of his upper torso inside of, and he has been, lying back on a wheeled board so he can enter and exit quickly. When Cassandra arrives, that's where she'll find him.]

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[She's interested in the subject, though, because it's so new to her and it's something he's clearly dedicated to. Therefore, it matters to her. So she stretches out her leg and nudges him with her foot.]

Tell me more about it, I want to know. Is there any way I can help you?

[They haven't really sat around and talked about any of his personal life things, but she figures after the experience of traveling back to his home planet, it's okay to learn more about him and what he's interested in.]

[No one's ever asked to help him with his training before. Luke smiles.] If you really want to, you can always meditate with me. Or just throw things at me if you get bored.

Someone in my group back home was big on meditating. So I think I can help with that.

[A fond smile crosses over her face as she thinks about Doc.]

I don't think I could ever be bored around you, though. So I'll save throwing things at you for a special occasion.

[Luke ducks his head, a little bashful.] Well, I'm glad to hear that if you're looking to, um, spend time with me. You're not boring either. [Wow, smooth.] I guess that's what you wanted to talk about?

[She quirks an eyebrow as she laughs, shaking her head.]

I was going to see if you'd help me paint that speeder we brought back with us, but -

[She puts a nice long pause in there, just to make him squirm.]

I wouldn't mind talking about things we can do together that aren't manual labor. Since neither of us are boring. [Super smooth.]

[And Luke does squirm, leaning forward with an awkwardly hopeful smile. He ducks his head again when she relents, now grinning openly.] I wouldn't mind painting your speeder, but... I was thinking of taking you flying...?

The speeder can wait.

[She instantly lets him know her thoughts on that, excited as she tries to keep from actually looking like she is.]

Can we go now?

[That might be hard to do with his oven building and crystal baking, though. She bites at her lip, rocking back on the makeshift scooter she's sitting on.]

Or it can wait until you're done with this. [She gestures towards his oven.] Whenever. [Play it cool, Cass. Play it cool.]

[Luke beams. Oh, he'd been worried she'd find it boring-- foolish, he knows, when she'd expressed interest before, but still. He hurries to reach a switch inside the oven to close it down before scrambling to his feet. He reaches out with a sooty hand.] C'mon! The transports aren't much, but they're something.

[She doesn't hesitate in reaching up to take hold of his hand, and hops up to her feet with his help.]

They're better than nothing. Come on!

[There's laughter as she starts to drag him away, but allows him to take the lead because he's the one that knows where they're hurrying off to.]

[For someone who spent the last three years flying the equivalent of jets, the transporters are painful, but somehow Luke endures. He piles into the nearest craft, keying in his ID in an excited hurry. From there, it's a quick jog to the cockpit.]

[He takes the pilot's seat out of habit.] I mean, I probably won't be able to do much without inverting the dorsal carbines, that's all. But it should be fine-- I wonder if they'll let me make some modifications... [All said in excited, if distracted, tones while he powers up the ship.]

[She's too busy looking around at everything up in the cockpit to sit down right away. She does manage to glance over at him as he rambles about modifications, and realizes that he's the kind of person who's always going to be tinkering with and improving things.]

You'll have plenty of time to do it later. I bet no one will even know if you do it.

[It's said fondly, and she slides into the seat next to his.]

I'll even help - just go!

[It's bossy, maybe, but she's laughing so it's not all that bad.]

I'm sure they'd notice if these things started going faster than a pregnant bantha-- there. [He's laughing, too. And tinkering-- Cassandra isn't wrong. The transport's repulsorlift engines begin to hum, and the ship slowly begins lifting off the ground. Luke smoothly maneuvers it down the hangar deck, and out the bay doors. Soon, they're in the blackness of space.]

We might be able to get better speed out here... You said you'd never flown before? [Luke asks, mostly so he can run through a mental inventory of which moves would be most impressive to someone who spent their life grounded. He's pretty sure he's got a limited amount of attributes that make him a worthwhile date, so he's going to milk what he has for all it's worth.]

I haven't. I've spent my whole life stuck on Earth. Until I ended up here.

[Obviously.

Not that she's really paying much attention to what she's saying, because she's so busy taking in everything. She's completely caught up in the magnitude of being out here like this, and how small she really is in the grand scheme of things. And also, it's just really neat to see and to realize she's alone in a transporter with someone who's willing to take the time to do this with her.]

You don't have any idea how lucky you are to know enough that you can do this whenever you want.

I do. [Luke says, grinning. He's over the moon to see her so... appreciative? Excited? Happy sitting there in the passenger's seat, and he's just barely keeping that in check. He reorients the transport while edging closer to the planet, so they begin to drift over it upside-down. The grav field keeps them oriented in the ship, so all they have to do is look up through the skylight to see Amissis-Re below them.] I only got off planetside when I was nineteen.

[He certainly takes speeders and skyhoppers for granted, but space? Space is a wonderful, precious thing.]

[As they drift, she reaches an arm out, like she's trying to actually touch the planet. She's most definitely happy to be sitting in the passenger's seat, getting to see Amissis-Re from this point of view. It's something she's definitely going to remember for the rest of her life.

Her fingers curl in against her palm as he speaks, and she looks over to him, grinning.]

Yeah? And how old are you now? Twenty?

[Just because she's fond of him doesn't mean she won't tease him.]

I guess you can appreciate how amazing this is, in that case.

Twenty-two. [It comes out almost like a whine. Oh, let's be honest, it's definitely a whine. But it's with good humor, laughing back. His friend group has always been unbelievably catty; teasing doesn't go unappreciated.]

[Luke sees the look of wonder on Cassandra's face, and feels an unspeakable amount of pride at having helped put it there. He wonders if he can keep this up. Fiddling with the yaw, he sets the engines to move them toward the planet proper. Still upside-down like this, the planet seems to rise up toward them.]

I always wanted to go into space... I'm glad we can, um. Be here together. [Luke tries not ot cringe at that line. He can just hear Han's voice. Stick to flying, kid.]

[She goes quiet as the planet seems to be moving toward them, and although she knows logically they're the ones moving it's impressive. At his words, she feels a warmth rising to her cheeks and a sense of happiness that she hasn't felt in years.]

Me too.

[She feels completely out of her element here, but turns her head to look over at him instead of the planet that's edging in closer and closer.]

I know it sounds stupid, but there's not anybody else I'd want to have here with me.

[She leans in a little, almost as if she's considering trying to kiss him. But then hesitates and decides to just keep talking.]

I've never had someone take the time to do something just for me before. Thank you, Luke.

[And she means that.]

[If Luke were more self-conscious about displays of emotion, he'd be horrified at how absolutely goofy the grin on his face is. But at the moment, he's just too pleased with himself to feel anything but ebullient pride at having successfully impressed her. That, and a deeper, more gentle and vulnerable emotion deep in his chest. It's a delicate little thing, quivering in his chest, and he feels like if he breathes too deeply, he'll loose the feeling entirely. He wants to hold onto it, hold onto this. He wants to hold Cassandra's hand.]

[...But he has to make sure they enter the atmosphere without dropping in too low. They're already making the grav field work with the angle he chose to bring them in, and Cassandra isn't even properly buckled. He has to watch it, or she'll topple over when they completely enter Amissis-Re's field of gravity. There is, strictly speaking, a reason most pilots don't come down on planets upside down.]

[Still, he can't help from whispering,] You're welcome. I- I'd always do something like this for you. [It's not quite what he means. There are too many variables, there, it sounds too specific. He'll blame it on being distracted trying to keep them from coming in too hot. Entering the atmosphere isn't smooth, and he has to turn the transport around in the air to keep them from dropping. Oriented correctly, they come in over the clouds with only a few plumes of flame having licked over the hull. That was exciting and not embarrassing, right?]

[The thought of toppling out of her seat doesn't ever cross her mind, which likely speaks to how reckless she is when it comes to her own safety. She's having a good time, so things like buckling up aren't even a thought that enters her mind. She does, however, slide a little when they enter the planet's atmosphere. And she most definitely feels like she's going to fall right out of her seat when he starts to turn the transport around. Her hands grip hold of her seat, and she's knocked about as he turns them right side up,

She turns her head to look over at him, almost seeming bewildered by how fast that had all been. She opens her mouth to speak, but finds she can only laugh, because that had been so much fun.]

Next time. [Because there will be one, she's determined.] we're wearing seat belts and you're doing barrel rolls.

[She may or may not be an adrenaline junkie when it comes to things like this. She's thinking that's not likely to be a problem with him, at least. It makes the happiness that she was feeling a few moments ago reach nearly ridiculous levels, to the point she can feel herself smiling like an idiot. She tries looking away so he won't notice, but her attention gravitates right back toward him before too long. Every part of this is new to her, and she's grateful that she's not afraid of being able to experience it.]

[Luke is definitely grinning like an idiot. He's not sure he's going to be able to top this, but for now, he's just overjoyed at how much she's smiling. He decides then he really, truly adores her smiles; they always seem so hard-won and genuine.]

If you want barrel rolls, I can definitely do that. [He thinks he could probably manage a few before the transport started complaining.]

[Outside, clouds whip by them in a frosty blur. They're above the weather, above the cloud covering, and all that can be seen is the mottled blue of the planet, and an ocean of clouds below. On the far horizon rests Amissis-Re's single sun.]

What, now? I won't say no to that. Just make sure we don't catch on fire or anything.

[That's all the prompting she needs before buckling herself in properly just in case he decides to treat her to some barrel rolls. While she's in the process, she looks out to take in the sight of so much blue. It's beautiful, she thinks, that something so ordinary can feel completely extraordinary. Not because of the fact it exists, but because she gets to experience it up close. She falls quiet and goes still as she just looks out at the clouds, glancing over at him in order to judge if she should be talking more or not. Words probably aren't needed anyway, not with the way she reaches over to put her hand atop his. It doesn't take her any time at all to decide that she likes it.]

[Luke laughs, still joyful.] We won't catch on fire! [If they die today, it'll be from a crash, duh.]

[Luke begins depowering the repulsorlifts, trying to get them some momentum from the drop and pull of Amissis-Re's natural gravity wells. The reason why speed matters in space is because you can't use gravity to cheat and go faster; you're only as good as your engines. Planetside, though, you're really only as good as your breaks. You can freefall forever, but if you can't stop, well...]

[Luke has crashed plenty of skyhoppers that way. Which is to say: Luke is no adrenaline junkie. Speed is his choice devotion, though. He swings the carrier left, right, left again-- familiar motions from the speeder on Tatooine, since the idea's roughly the same-- and eventually gets enough momentum to spin them upside down. They're close enough to the clouds that they disappear within them for half the loop, and everything goes shadowed and grey.]

[Her eyes look upward as they flip around, taking in the sight of being a part of the clouds. It's one of those weirdly beautiful things, where even though it's dark and grey, it's still something that you feel a sense of wonder seeing up close. The motion of the roll has her head reeling, but it's not disorienting as much as thrilling.

She briefly glances over at Luke, taking in the joy she sees on his face. ]

Do you think you can teach me how to fly this thing?

Of course. [He says it immediately, barely thinking about it. Of course he can teach someone to fly, that's easy, right?] I'll see if we can get a better craft to do it in. But I guess you'd be flying these most often... [He frowns. Cassandra clearly deserves a better quality of starcraft.] There's a starfighter on the Moira, but I don't have access to use it.

[While he thinks on this, he starts easing the transporter into slowing down. He does not, actually, want to risk crashing on this... their... well, it is a date, and he wants to do well. He keeps getting distracted-- she touched his hand-- and getting them stranded on an alien planet would likely put an end to things.]

[That, and he has an idea. He just needs to stop the transport first.]

Do we need permission, if we're only going to be using it for a little while?

[Her tone borders on mock innocent, as if she's suggesting they can't really get in trouble for doing something that she deems as a small violation of the rules. She's still adjusting to having so many social norms and rules to abide by here, and it's a little stifling. Who cares if they take a starfighter out for a spin so she can learn how to fly?

She doesn't want to be a bad influence on him though, so she laughs and shrugs the idea off. Like it's a joke and she'd never.

It doesn't take her long to realize that they're slowing down, which gives her plenty of opportunity to reach over and touch at his hand again. She wants to actually hold his hand, but she knows he won't be able to safely fly the transport if she does.]

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