diy energy weapon.

[t65]

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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[t65]

[And Luke helps her. There's a temptation, for a moment, to use the Force-- it would impress her, he's sure-- but the Force isn't for that. He restrains himself, uses crude matter instead.]

Cambodia is a country? And the Yu-ess? [He's heard of pre-spaceflight planets having those, back before rapidfire travel across the planet made such borders effectively impossible to maintain.]

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[She smiles a little as she situates, nodding to answer his question.]

The US. United States. I guess people back on Earth think of it as the place where you can become anything, and a place where everyone can have a decent life. It's a lie, but it's a nice thought. It's a country, though. Just like Cambodia. There's a lot of countries, and inside each country there's smaller divisions like states or provinces. And then there's cities and towns inside those, and different neighborhoods in each city.

[She feels stupid, not being able to really explain it in a way that sounds interesting, but there's only so fascinating talking about the way people have divided up land can be. So she scoots in closer to him, because when she's right next to him, she feels a hell of a lot more interesting than she does the rest of the time.]

The thing I miss the most, though? Being able to speak my native language and have people actually understand and talk back. Oh! And things like carnivals. One would always come to town in the summer, and we'd go over and over again so we could ride and eat everything.

[t65]

[It is interesting to Luke, though; he's never been to a planet bountiful enough for the inhabitants to bother divvying up land.] On Tatooine, there were only towns and cities. Everything else was just parts of the desert.

Your native language? Maybe you can teach me some. [It's a small substitute, he knows, but his first instinct is always to help.]

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Yeah, I knew Khmer before I learned English.

[And since I am not going to butcher a wonderful language using google translate we can say she says a line of something here. And then explains that she's just said Thank you for spending time with me today.]

[t65]

[Luke repeats it back slowly, and does his best; he's not a natural by any stretch of the imagination, but he's trying.] It's a beautiful language. Better than Huttese, definitely.

[Everything is better than Huttese.]

And- thank you for spending time with me, too. [Demonstrative til the end (yet still too chicken to actually kiss her) he takes her hand once more, giving it a little squeeze.]

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[She appreciates the fact that he's hesitant with the contact, if only because it makes her feel like she has control over it in some way. That's important to her, after all that she's been through. The fact that Luke doesn't push her and cautiously gets in her space means that he respects her, in her mind. So she's relaxed with the contact of his taking her hand, and leans over to briefly rest her head against his shoulder.]

We should do it again sometime. [There's a pause, and she feels the need to add on,]

Soon.

[t65]

[With her head on his shoulder, Luke can't help but to break out into a large and lopsided smile. He's glad she can't see it; he must look ridiculous.]

Then we will. I promise. [He leans his head against hers, and briefly closes his eyes, trying to savor the moment.]

[deal]

[They probably sit like that for a ridiculous amount of time, and look like dorks. Luckily, they're the only ones around and the only things that see them are the local wildlife. So she feels content to just sit together the way they are, up until she starts to feel a little restless from sitting so still. ]

In a few nights, I'll bring you dinner. I can help you work on my droid, after.

[She enjoys being productive and working so doing it together is her idea of an almost date, okay. She's a loser.]

[t65]

[Luke, of course, loves every moment of it. This is, inevitably, the part where she impresses him; he has no idea why she'd want to sit so close to him for so long, quiet and still like this, but it's the best thing, he's sure, that he's ever done or felt.]

I'd love that- but then, your droid won't be a surprise when she's finished. [Because that was sure a genius plan.] I'm almost done.

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[That gets her to quirk an eyebrow. So, he wants it to be a surprise. That's pretty sweet.]

Okay, then you can surprise me when you're done with it. And we can have dinner together and then paint my speeder red instead. Deal?

[t65]

[Luke beams.] Give me three days? I'll have it finished by then. [It's not like he has four other timed projects hahaaha thank the Force he hates being bored.]

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Three days.

[Smiling, she holds out her hand, pinkie extended. She then realizes he probably has no idea what a pinkie promise even is, so she reaches over to hook his finger around hers and gives their hand a shake.]

No take backs, now.

[Not that she doubts he'll try to get out of it.]

But uh -

What kind of food do you even like?

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[Luke watches the gesture very carefully. Okay, yes, this is how you make binding promises on Earth. He commits the action to memory for later.]

[And then he laughs.] You saw where I'm from. I'll eat anything.

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I'll keep that in mind.

[Smirking, she moves to stand up, and offers him a hand in getting up.]

Come on, let's get back to the ship.