Week 4 (10.15.07) - UDC 2 - Han and Luke...
16. Shuttle
None of them say much in hyperspace, but it's all Han can do to not break the silence and turn around to ask questions of Luke. He'd gotten part of the story from Leia on the way from Tatooine, but... some things just didn't make sense or really add up. And the fuzzy image of Luke doing a trick somersault to land back on the skiff, squarely on his feet to catch a lightsaber, was one of those things that kept running through his mind. Where had he learned to do something like that successfully? Had he really missed that much in the time he'd been in the carbonite?
17. Fighter
He watched the teenager in the flightsuit climb into the cockpit of the fighter from across the hangar. There was a purpose to his actions. Determination. Glancing down at the metal case in his hands, Han paused. He'd had that kind of determination once... on the other side of this conflict. Was that why he was so hesitant to join in for these people, now? Because he knew what they were flying into?
A rumbled question from his copilot and he had to nod in agreement. "We'll see..."
Chewie simply grinned knowingly and helped him load the last of the cases.
18. Freighter
He'd called it a piece of junk, once. Dismissed it at first glance and spoke his mind without a second thought. Now, as he watches it rise from underneath, he can only think of the reply he'd gotten from Han when he said it. "She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, Kid."
Letting go of the weather vane and dropping to relative safety, Luke finds that he totally, whole-heartedly, agrees with that assessment. The ship was a sight for sore eyes.
19. Capital Ship
"What kind of cards are these?" Han asked after a moment of looking over Luke's shoulder. They all had pictograms of ships on them, instead of the numbers and symbols he would have expected.
Luke glanced up at him. "Hmm? Oh. Flashcards to identify which ship is what from one's cockpit. Wedge gave 'em to me."
Han gestured for the deck of flashcards and thumbed through them for a few moments. Finally, he handed the deck back to Luke. "That's a capital ship. Like a Star Destroyer, only bigger."
Luke looked at the pictogram with interest. "How much bigger?"
Han's response spoke volumes. "Big."
20. Space Station
He'd had no time to sit down and absorb anything before the ceremony. No time to adjust to what had happened to his home or his family. No time. And now, as he sat in the comissary staring at his food tray, he could only think of the station his torpedoes had blown up. His, and no one elses. Because he'd listened to a familiar voice and trusted. Should he have trusted...? A hand landed on his shoulder, startling him, and he turned to find Han looking down at him, concerned. "Hi."
"Going to eat that, or stare at it?"
Luke blinked, surprised at the question. "Eat it. Eventually."
"Glad to hear it, Kid."
