After looking at and examining the ships in a few of the hangars, Luke moved to the next open one, excited for the ships he was going to see inside. Even on the occasional day spent looking at ships with Ben at the Mos Eisley harbor, he had never seen any ships this new or this clean.
Guess Ben was right about ships off Tatooine, as usual. He usually is about this sort of stuff. I thought the ships he was referring to were a little bit spruced up compared to the ones at Mos Eisley, but I guess I was wrong.
And a good thing, too! Luke thought, taking another glance at one of the ships he had managed to sneak a look at. Most of the hangar doors were locked, and he had left those hangars alone due to common courtesy. But the ones that were left unlocked...
Why do people here leave their hangar doors open, anyway? If this were Tatooine, this ship would have been stolen already! And despite everything Ben had taught me about stealing for no reason, I would've probably been the one to take it!
If I could've figured out how to fly it...
He took one last, longing glance at the ship, and touched it for the last time, handling it as if his very touch wound break the ship.
And took a deep breath.
Luke stepped away from the ship before he had looked at it long enough to convince himself to steal it, and walked into the hallway.
Hangar 7.
Luke stood in front of the hangar door, not knowing exactly how he had gotten there, but somehow knowing that whatever was behind the door was important.
But what could possibly be there? A shipment of Lightsabers, or those Holocron things Ben talked about all the time? A ship belonging to a crew of Jedi survivors?
Nah, that probably won't happen. The Emperor and Vader made sure of that years ago.
Luke sighed.
Why? Why, Ben, why?
Why didn't you tell me the truth?
He sat down in front of the door, clutched his bag close to him, and sighed again for what seemed like the millionth time that night.
Luke was beginning to hope that whatever was coming would come after he had the chance to take a nap.
But that wasn't the case.
All of a sudden, the lock turned green, and the door began to inch upwards. Luke made a split second decision to creep away from whoever was behind the door, in fear of being spotted.
"Come on in guys," a familiar voice said, "Hangar 7 is now open for business-"
Luke froze in his tracks.
What in the nine sith hells was he doing here?
The speaker stopped in the middle of his sentence, having realized Luke wasn't the person he was supposed to be talking to.
Then he realized just who he was speaking with.
Luke looked towards the hallway, hoping for a quick escape.
"Wait, hold up. You're not supposed to be here!"
Luke gestured to himself, perplexed by the recent turn of events, despite the suspicious behavior he had noticed earlier.
"Me?"
Orange Jumpsuit stepped out from the hangar he had just unlocked, and leaned on the doorframe.
"Yeah. You. Now would you kindly forget everything that happened here and leave, please?"
Luke put his hands up in a placating gesture, and backed away slowly. He could feel that despite Orange Jumpsuit kid's scrawny looks, Orange Jumpsuit wasn't one to be trifled with.
What he didn't sense, however, was the bulk of the large sentient he crashed into.
"Oi, Spectre 6! What's this?" A gruff voice bellowed from behind him.
A large, furry hand reached around from behind him and made it's way around his neck. Luke, despite all of his training to react in situations like these, couldn't get himself to move.
Then, a blaster was leveled at his head, seemingly from out of nowhere.
Luke looked up the barrel of the blaster and at its owner, a lithe figure clothed in the brightest armor he had ever seen.
"Yes, Spectre 6," the woman with the blaster demanded, with her filtered voice. "Who is this?"
Is she wearing Mandalorian Armor? Wow, I've never seen any sets so brightly colored!
Luke had seen plenty of Mandalorian Armor on Tatooine, especially in Cantinas were Bounty Hunters hung out. But he had never seen any sets this complete.
Obi-Wan had pointed out Mandalorian Armor to him on one of their trips to Mos Eisley, telling him about his adventures on the planet of Mandalore during the Clone Wars. Despite the detail Ben told his stories in, Luke always knew that Obi-Wan was leaving something out of his stories about Mandalore. But he never knew just what.
And now, I guess I'll never figure out, he thought bittersweetly.
Luke smiled at the woman in the Mandalorian Armor, hoping that he wouldn't be shot where he stood. If what Obi-Wan said in his stories was true, it would be in character of her.
And from what he could tell from his travels so far, Obi-Wan was probably right.
"Oh, him!" Orange Jumpsuit exclaimed, "Yeah. I ran into him on the ship here, and -"
"We saw." The being holding Luke's neck saw, squeezing slightly tighter to accentuate his statement.
"Of course you did, Zeb. You guys were sitting right in front of us," Orange jumpsuit replied, smiling tightly. Luke wracked his brain, but then remembered seeing the top of a helmet with a bright pink paint job somewhere in front of him on the way to Garel.
Oh.
"But," Orange Jumpsuit paused, looking to the side, " I really don't know what he's doing here."
The being Luke supposed was named Zeb let go of Luke's neck, and spun him around.
"So, kid," Zeb said, squatting down to look Luke in the face. "What're you doing out here?"
Hey guys! Sorry for the wait. I didn't know where to go, and almost rewrote this whole thing, but ended up sticking with what I had. That whole process of deliberation took waay too long,(like 2 weeks?), but the next chapter will definitely be up faster since I know where everything's going now. Got a good chunk of it written, too, and it's looking really good right now.(At least I think so ;)
Also: Did I do an okay job writing Zeb and Sabine? This is my first time writing them, and I don't want to screw up.
Enjoy!
