"Hey Princess, look what I found." Han called to her. The two had been cleaning out Luke's room, and they had found some pretty good blackmail material. A teddy bear had been hidden under the bed, and some model X-wings in a box in the closet. Despite this, blackmail was the last thing on Han's mind. Cleaning out your dead best friend's room is never exactly joyful.
"Is that a stack of letters? I didn't know Luke had anyone to write to." Leia said softly. Noticing Han's eyes running across a piece of paper, she scolded him. "Han, stop reading those. I'm sure they're private."
"Just looking." He was trying not to be too bothersome. Leia hadn't taken Luke's death very well, not that she was expected to. He wasn't even taking it well, Han Solo, the so-called uncaring mercenary. He was always trying to convince himself that he really wasn't surprised, pilots have the highest death rates in battle, after all. But he had never imagined that Luke Skywalker, the same kid who destroyed the Death Star, could just die, shot down by a random TIE fighter. He thought it would take at least Vader, probably the best pilot in the galaxy, to shoot him down. If he was taking it badly he could only imagine how the Princess was taking it. He was pretty good at controlling his emotions, so he was trying to make it easier on her. "Besides, I think these are for us. He held up two of the envelopes, they were clearly labeled "Han Solo" and "Leia Organa" in black ink.
"Oh, here's another one for you," Han said, rifling through the thick stack of envelopes. He held up one labeled "Leia" , then yelped in surprise. "Vader! What would the kid be writing to him for? How does he even expect us to get a letter to him? Oh, another one for me. Kid, I'm touched."
"Wait, Han, I'm confused. What are they for?" Leia asked. In silent reply, he handed her the piece of paper he had previously been reading.
So,I was thinking, what if I die? Sure, I know everyone thinks about that at one time or another. But if I die, I'm dead. And considering I'm Luke Skywalker, jedi-in-training and pilot, my last words will probably be either "I'm hit! Kriffi-"BOOM! or "Please don't kill me, Lord Vader. I'm just a-" *coughcoughchokechokedie* Okay, okay I know this is supposed to be serious and all since, if you're reading this, I'm probably dead. But it's incredibly hard to act serious when you're writing letters about your death. Back to the point, whoever's reading this, would you please make sure that the letters attached to this note make it to the people they are addressed to? Thanks.
-Commander Luke Skywalker
"Oh." She responded weakly. "I guess we should deliver these."
Hm... I've been killing Luke a lot lately...Sorry Luke! But having you die is so interesting. At least you're still sort of in this one.